Sentences with phrase «read in a quiet room»

One of the things I like to do is read in a quiet room.

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You should read it aloud in a quiet room, just yourself in your peaceful quiet, and listen to it.

It's in an old home, so imagine each section in it's own little room, most complete with quiet reading areas.

Quiet voice — Read a book (always give your child a chance to choose one)-- Chat about the day — Say goodning to every soft toy in the room — Sing a goodnight song.

Nothing else seems to make her go to sleep so when she does wake up after I stop nursing I have been telling her that she can just have some quiet time in her bed with some books and her soft toys while I sit in her room and read because everyone needs a break so we have lots of energy to play in the afternoon.

In a classic experiment from 1989, James Laird at Clark University in Worcester, Mass., found that low - level distraction — by way of a quiet television in the next room — caused participants to find a reading task «boring.&raquIn a classic experiment from 1989, James Laird at Clark University in Worcester, Mass., found that low - level distraction — by way of a quiet television in the next room — caused participants to find a reading task «boring.&raquin Worcester, Mass., found that low - level distraction — by way of a quiet television in the next room — caused participants to find a reading task «boring.&raquin the next room — caused participants to find a reading task «boring.»

The first half of «A Quiet Passion,» in particular, is a riotous assemblage of drawing - room banter to rival Whit Stillman's recent adaptation of the Jane Austen comedy «Love & Friendship,» though the line readings here are more deliberate than effervescent, and even throwaway witticisms prove intimately revealing of character, milieu and circumstance.

They may attend morning Mass or assemble in a quiet room for reading and reflection.

One study involved putting children alone in a quiet room to read while monitoring their blood pressure.

Meetings were held from 9:00 to 9:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays in the reading specialist's room, which provided a quiet space away from classrooms.

The day will start with breakfast — takeaway or with your co-participants in the dining room, your choice — then quiet / free time to write, read, or prepare for class.

This welcoming hotel in the Bay of Biscay offers its guests a quiet, refined atmosphere and comfortable public areas, which include two elegant reading lounges, an excellent restaurant, a bar cafeteria, a charming terrace solarium, and a spacious meeting room.

With rooms are set across two floors, this compact boutique hotel boasts eight different minimalist room types set on a quiet corner in a leafy part of downtown Singapore — just a few doors down from the house... Read our full review of Lloyd's Inn.

Built in 2009 and located between the beautiful Porto Ercole and Porto Santa Stefano; the resort has a quiet ambiance, is very modern with 73 rooms and has a stylish minimalistic look and feel about it... Read full review...

With its location in the Upper East Side, a few blocks from the East River, this Courtyard by Marriott offers rooms that are quieter andmore spacious... Read More

They are often set in renovated historic colonial buildings with high ceilings, huge rooms, thick walls (read «quiet»), beautiful architecture and interesting interiors.

In our quaint, charming 3 star hostel all rooms have fully ENSUITE bathrooms... Read more and balconies overlooking the street or a quiet inner courtyard.

Hidden down a quiet alleyway in the clubby Sanlitun neighborhood, the hotel mixes Hollywood glamour and Art Deco touches: in the 110 plum - hued rooms,... Read More

In the back of the SAS Lounge, there is small quiet room with four lounge recliners to read a book or catch up on some sleep.

There is a reading room for quieter moments, comfortable seats in the Dome's bar area, and plenty of space on the terrace to sit and do nothing!

Johannes Vermeer painted quiet scenes of women occupied with domestic tasks like reading letters, pouring milk, or making lace in beautifully decorated rooms adorned with maps or paintings.

When construction on the main Dayton Metro Library is complete, one of her oil paintings will be installed in the Quiet Reading Room.

A wall label outside The Souls of Millions of Light Years Away, a mirror room that was first displayed at David Zwirner Gallery in 2013 (to a similar lines - around - the - block, taking - over-your-Instagram-feed reception), reads: «Continuing [Kusama's] exploration of the transience of life and the inevitability of death, this installation creates a harmonious and quiet place for visitors to contemplate their existence, reflect on the passage of time, and think about their relationship to the outer world.»

She replied: «Mum, there are two sorts of teenagers — the ones who lead quiet lives and spend lots of time reading in their rooms and the ones who are... too social... which would you prefer?»

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.

Oh, to have a day in that room with no cleaning to be done, during a daddy / son nap time, and to sit in the quiet and read.

Cathedral ceilings and skylights let the light pour into the family room, a gathering space with a quiet nook for reading up in the loft