Sentences with phrase «run like the wind at»

Bob Kyasky (9.9 for the hundred in track) can run like the wind at left half.

These dogs can herd sheep, play ball, chase vermin to ground, follow horse - drawn carriages and horsemen, tromp upland fields and lowland meadows and swamps all day, or run like the wind at a moment's notice.

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It was reasoning like this that led Rabbi Yitzhok Ben Levi, the great Jewish mystic, to hit the double at Aqueduct 52 days running and still wind up on relief.»

If the last generation, beholding the first, and seeing it almost sink under its burden of awe and fear, were to find it in its heart to say: «It is impossible to understand why they should take it so hard, for the whole is not heavier than that one could easily take it up and run with it,» there will doubtless be someone to answer: «You are welcome to run with it if you like; but you ought at all events make sure that what you run with really is that of which we are speaking; for there is no disputing the fact that it is easy enough to run with the wind.»

If Spieth finishes his round off strong, it's hard to imagine the afternoon wave will be able to make a serious run at him on Thursday if the wind picks up like expected.

A wound - healer run amok In the 1970s, a scientist at the University of Geneva in Switzerland discovered cells in healing wounds that seemed to be intermediate in character between fibroblasts, which secrete fibers such as collagen that make up the matrix that holds cells together in tissues, and smooth muscle cells, like those in the intestines and blood vessels.

By the time Louis winds up at a forced labor camp, also run by The Bird, the film feels like it's just spinning its wheels and upping the ante of his mental and physical suffering until the eventual Allied victory.

At a running time of close to two hours, Trading Places inevitably winds up feeling like too much of a good thing - with the movie's less - than - enthralling third act the most obvious victim of its overtly flabby sensibilities.

Her career started with films like Carnal Knowledge and The Wind and the Lion, but she really found great notoriety in 1988 when she starred at the titular Murphy Brown, the long - running CBS series from whip - smart creator Diane English about a tough broadcast journalist bucking against the system.

Monsters at times feels like an extended travelogue, and no matter how interesting the doctored post-apocalyptic Mexican landscape may be, the movie winds up feeling longer than its short 94 minutes running time.

At 8 years old this gorgeous older gentleman can run like the wind!

Miniature Springer, Long - Haired Dachshund Loves to ride, loves to eat at burger chains, hates leashes, runs like the wind, gives kisses, is miniature mix.

As Halmi put it, the Collie crosses «could cold track... run like the wind, and to their ancestors» intelligence had been added a subtle new cunning at rounding up grazing animals.

The other dogs at my foster home would go out in the yard and run like the wind.

Then the wind picked up and the clouds rolled in fast, the rain rushing toward us like a swift - footed army — which is when we looked at each other and without saying anything, took off running toward the Gounon house.

, 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,

In the mid-1990s, I helped run what was then the largest program in the world for low carbon RDD&D; — the U.S. Department of Energy's Office of Energy Efficiency and Renewable Energy — $ 1 billion in funding aimed at developing and commercializing low carbon technologies like solar photovoltaics, wind power, advanced batteries, and a broad spectrum of super-efficient technologies including LED lighting.

If you win a fake Michael E Mann Nobel Prize, you wind up like Mann with a piece of paper run off at the IPCC branch of Kinko's signed by a sex offender.

We understand that you are excited to run it like wind but at the same time concerned about protecting it from accidents, thefts and misintents.