Sentences with phrase «remember staring at»

I remember staring at the table legs when I did not want to eat what was on my plate.

Like you, I remember staring at a wall and wondering how I was going to make payroll, especially in the slower months when a dollar is harder to come by than winning the lottery.

I remember staring at this part of the packaging as a child, as I would eat street food in Pakistan — the newspaper that was used as a wrapper formed an intimate connection with yesterday's headlines, and my present consumption.

Looking back, I still remember staring at him and feeling that he was just as scared and lonely as I was.

I remember staring at his face, memorizing its features, almost made breathless by a sudden realization: He was a whole, unique, brand - new person.

I remember staring at the scale when the numbers appeared not being able to comprehend why she still weighed the same as the day she was discharged from the hospital.

I remember staring at the scale when the numbers appeared not being able to........

I remember staring at him as he told me I had «rare» breasts & he'd only seen a few other cases.

I know I didn't when I was pregnant with my first and I can still really vividly remember staring at Leo with his bright red face after hours of trying to soothe him and feeling completely overwhelmed and clueless.

I remember staring at this quote in Dr Markham's book.

I remember staring at the clock when all I could think about was wanting to be with my baby.

I remember staring at it on the page and feeling like a boy noticing girls for the first time: There's something really interesting here, but I know there's a lot more to it than I currently understand.

Not exact matches

I remember nervously staring at the «place order» screen for hours before mustering up the courage to click the button.

«We remember vividly 35 years ago staring at long - term impeccable bonds trading at 15 % to 17 % yields, thinking; «Why bother trading, hedging and knocking ourselves out?

I remember looking out as I preached seeing all the mothers and fathers staring at me with that «deer in the headlights» look, eyes wide open, mouth agape.

I remember staring up at those majestic evergreen trees, watching the limbs sway, begging for rescue, imagining myself a bird who could fly, fly away, nest in their motherly branches.

Next you head into the supermarket (remembering that you had to actually dress up, do your hair, fix makeup etc. to do this) and wander the aisles wasting time looking at ingredient lists and trying to remember if the gums, preservatives and additives have dairy / eggs in them... taking the rolls to the counter, working out whether or not you want to go through the self checkout or keep a checkout operator employed for a few more years... pay... get back in the car... find somewhere to buy bottled water for the dogs... drive 50 km home... unpack dogs and buns and suddenly getting up, stretching... wearing whatever the heck you like with your hair in the air, no makeup, dogs within a hard stares range in case they feel like eating the furniture while you are working and that slow measuring out, baking etc. doesn't seem so time consuming any more.

Remember — it's only you and a small piece of glass that you're staring at.

Focus on your baby and if there are people who would stare at you, remember too that most of the time this is because of admiration and not of disgust.

It was peculiar because at birth, I remember my baby's blinking eyes staring at me.

I remember that I used to feed my son on one side whilst pumping the other, and he would stare at it looking horrified that something was stealing his milk!

Terry Schwartz recently stared out of his office window at the Skokie Playfield, its mud surface covered with ice and snow, and remembered the summer flood of 2011.

Remember, that your baby heard your voice throughout his time in your womb, so even at just a few days old, he will look and stare in your direction.

I remember her telling the doctor, «It feels like everyone is staring at my vagina.»

But remember babies are fond of staring at things like the walls, windows, Tv and other things in your room.

I can still remember how excited I was to prepare that first nursery with all of the things I would need and staring at the tiny clothes imagining my first born son in them.

I also remember my wife staring down at our newborn while she was feeding her and looking at her with such happiness and pride.

I remember my babies staring at me so hard, with their eyebrows... Read More

Now I know they will remember me as the mom who laughed with them and danced in the kitchen and wrestled on the floor, not the one who spent their childhood staring at Facebook and attempting to nurture false relationships.

«When you nervously step into the weights room thinking everyone is staring at you, just remember that they are on their own journey, trying to get their workouts done and improve themselves.

and I remember my early days when I would sit at the table, head in my hands, staring at the wood grain (the only kind of grain in our house,: — RRB --RRB- waiting for breakfast inspiration.

I know we often stare at the alarm in frustration, but try to keep calm and remember that your body just needs some quiet time to rejuvenate and if it isn't in the form of sleep it can at least just be in the form of rest and quieting the mind.

I remember being paralyzed staring at the menu one night when I was out to eat with girlfriends... def no grass fed meat on the menu, but nothing organic either!

Long story short, we ended up taking my OOTD photos at the skate park near McDonald's, I remembered that day was still full with people who pass by at the park because it was still fasting month but I didn't give a care with those people (even some skaters) who gave their weird stares and I truly enjoyed being photographed by my friends.

I remember going into my mom's closet, laying on the floor, and staring up at all of her amazing shoes and bags.

I have to remember the most priceless moments are staring at the tree, listening to my favorite Christmas songs and just being thankful.

I stared at a blank page for approximately too long before remembering I had the * CUTEST * dress (I know, I know, but isn't this the cutest dress?

Most importantly, remember that every woman is beautiful, and that means the woman staring back at you in the mirror!

I remember the very first time I saw Piazza Venezia, I was so amazed just stared at this huge white monument and I couldn't believe my eyes!

Wear you jeans at home so we can help our brother staring (which is a sin by them caused by you) remember Allah, cause when you turn to him, (on the day of judgement) All this won't matter

«Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe» — Can't help but sing Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift when I look at this image.

Instead accept these holes and learn to step around them when you need to keep a clear and level head, and at other times when the pain is great, stare into them and remember what was or imagine what could have been as only then can you fully experience the grief which will in turn, and in time, allow you to move on.

Remember when you enjoyed things that didn't involve staring at a screen?

Remember to kiss your Valentine when you're staring at the stars together.

The stares won't stop and the judgments will be hard at times, but you have to remember there was a time when the two of you together was unfathomable.

I remember the sweaty, battered face staring at me from the cover of Sports Illustrated in 1975, a face that had taken plenty of punches, and was lining up to take more at the hands of The Greatest.

2015 will be remembered in the annals of history as the year when democracy was symbolically and literally stabbed to death in its very own cradle, but the world of cinema was too busy staring at its own navel to even notice.

The last you might remember was that my teammate, Mercedes - Benz USA CEO Steve Cannon, and I were waiting at the Teatro Grande in the center of Brescia, staring at Gina Lollobrigida, trying desperately to find a working cell tower and waiting for the evening start of the Mille Miglia.

On the porch, only a few paces from the corner of 3rd and L Streets, N.W., she would stare at the gaslight on the corner and smell the smoke from the hearth of someone's dying fire, listening to the song and remembering the world around Arlington, Virginia.

I stood staring at his rather ill - fitting black suit, then I remembered that these days he worked for Green's Funeral Home.