Sentences with phrase «raised about ambition»

The deeper we get into their relationship, the more serious are the questions raised about ambition and commitment.

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China announced its official Arctic policy to the world late last month, promoting Beijing's ambitions for the region and raising fears about a Chinese takeover of the polar zone.

Antony Currie and Richard Beales talk about Tesla's biggest - ever quarterly loss, the electric - car maker's ambitions, and boss Elon Musk's impatience with Wall Street analysts on the company's earnings call — and what that means for its capital - raising prospects.

In a Mass celebrated in the Sistine Chapel with the College of Cardinals on the day after his election, the Holy Father raised cautions about clerical ambition» a yellow warning flag that reflected the concerns he had expressed during the papal interregnum about «spiritual worldliness» corrupting the Church, and an unmistakable call to a more energetically evangelical exercise of the priesthood and the episcopate.

Rome had historically been given to political ambitions and this raised obvious questions about the national loyalties and patriotism of her adherents.

The mayor also faced a number of questions about his national political ambitions and whether he'll try to raise money to boost them.

Sir Alan could have expected to be a candidate for the Speakership, but the questions raised about his use of allowances are thought to have put paid to such ambitions.

Cuomo is somewhat restrained from taking similar actions because it would immediately raise questions about his national ambitions.

, 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,

Talanoa has been and continues to be about raising ambition.

While a direct listing may make sense for a high - profile startup with clear IPO ambitions and long - term plans like Spotify and Airbnb, the SEC is said to have some concerns about opening the floodgates to a new generation of extreme risk seekers who'd be able to use the public markets in order to raise cash from investors while providing them with little to no protections, sources claim.