Sentences with phrase «powerful the love between»

On that day, I realized how powerful the love between a dog and a person could be.

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They are found to be a very Rich & Powerful Groups and Mother of Groups that control lives of Millions... Now Finding Peace means that we should think on how to get those Master Keys or Super Master Keys of Super Powerful Groups that are to be gathered all in one Ring lock that works to getting them to work towards One Purpose only and that is on how to make Human Life better Globally and that by investing in them human populations worldwide not minding their Race or Faith or Political interests such will work towards Building Bridges between all Nations holding and calling one Message of Love and Sharing in some form of Brotherhood that works towards a Greener Planet Earth!?

In Jesus» message and activity, God's powerful and empowering reign of love is already making itself felt, but only in the midst of ongoing conflict between God's power of love and the forces of chaos widely at work to thwart it.

What we have encountered here, in both Dionysius and Bonaventure, is a turning away from God the powerful to God the loving, without actually attempting any fresh explanation of the relationship between these two facets of God's being.

«Love» exists and has been studied by scientists, but there is a huge difference between actually having a relationship with another human being, or even an animal that you can characterize as «loving» and thinking there is some all - powerful unseen being out there that loves you.

«Gandhi was probably the first person in history to live the love ethic of Jesus above mere interaction between individuals to a powerful and effective social force in a large scale.

This isn't to say that true love can not blossom between a powerful academic figure and a less powerful one during those long hours at the lab bench.

Oxytocin is a powerful hormone, one that not only fortifies bonds with our loved ones, but also has the capability to stimulate solidarity between total strangers.

Powerful, passionate women know that love is a beautiful thing and to cherish it when it comes, but they also know the difference between loving someone, being in love, and being in love with love.

They need her to return to the ocean, to keep the balance between life on land and life under the sea, but Ponyo's love for Sosuke is too powerful a thing to be set aside for the survival of the world as we know it.

The fate of the country and it's most powerful family now lies with one idealistic young man torn between the needs of the people, the greed of his father, and the undying love of woman.

It is the chemistry and emotion between Anna and Vronsky where Anna Karenina falls flat and makes you yearn for the much more powerful love triangle of «Moulin Rouge!.»

With their powerful moral undercurrents, minimalist acting and ascetic style, Bresson's films (Mouchette would make an excellent companion piece to The Kid with a Bike) weren't concerned so much with stories and characters as with the ideas they helped to illuminate — namely the continual war between man's baser and higher instincts, between the evils of mistrust and crime, and the virtues of charity, compassion and love.

Scored lightly by a series of Brian Eno compositions, The Jacket is an apocalyptic poem of love and loss that's unusually wise about its visual vocabulary — about ways of looking, the line between dreaming and reality, and how eyes on film can be a powerful and elastic metaphor for the audience engaged in a kind of liquid dreaming.

I don't quite understand how this film does what it does — make you understand the powerful, quasi-incestuous relationship between mother and son, without making it seem the least bit abnormal or reprehensible — but that's what I love about it.

Georgiana is played as a loving mother, torn irreconcilably between the children she has and the life she desires, and in the moments where these feelings are tested to the limit, Knightley's performance is powerful, verging on harrowing at times.

DANGEROUS LIAISONS (formerly UNTITLED RICHARD LaGRAVENESE) PASSED ON STUDIO: ABC Studios TEAM: Richard LaGravenese (w, ep), Erwin Stoff (ep), Ilene Staple (ep), Wren Arthur (ep), Steve Buscemi (ep), Stanley Tucci (ep), Taylor Hackford (d) LOGLINE: Revolves around the love and rivalry between two equally matched, powerful New York socialites who play out their obsessive attraction and seduction of each other through their manipulation of others.

Sentimental looks at the beautifully complex relationship between mothers and daughters, these powerful portraits of love and loss will have you dialing mom before the credits roll.

In between the scary - powerful, all - conquering full - blown AMG 63 cars and SUVs we love and the relatively tame base - model Mercedes - Benzes lies a relatively new class of car from Affalterbach: the 43s...

A powerful novel about two twin sisters struggling to survive World War II, a debut about the love between a man and his dog, and a probing memoir about singleness and art — all surefire hits for your next book club!

Of course, the love affair between Mamah and Frank is central to the story, but Loving Frank is first and foremost the story of Mamah's life, and although the relationship between her and Frank is interesting, it is the exploration of her character and the period details that impact her life that keep the reader enthralled, as she struggles to reconcile her need to be with Frank, her need to be with her children and perhaps most powerful of all, her need to discover who she is herself.

In the past I've owned all consoles and I don't care which is more powerful, NOT because I'm not a graphics whore or a guy who loves to see new tech pushed, Hell Yeah I do love for my games to push tech but its delusional or just a one sided view to pretend its this drastic difference in the technical capabilities between 360 / ps3 and now X1 / ps4.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Her language is sometimes powerful, but at the same time reveals profound vulnerability, creating a peculiar tension between the simultaneous feelings of self - hate and self - love.

The Gottman Institute describes the theory behind Love Maps as «scientifically proven tools to strengthen and divorce - proof a marriage», 1 and with divorce rates in the North America between 40 - 50 %, 5 who wouldn't want the opportunity to utilize such a powerful resource?

Self and object images tend to alternate between polar opposites: exclusively loving, powerful, worthy, nurturant, and kind — or exclusively bad, hateful, angry, destructive, rejecting, or worthless.»

Although each partner is speaking the same verbal language, when a powerful or even a subtle and eroding disconnection occurs between partners, it is often due to not speaking the same love language.