Sentences with phrase «run like the wind on»

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Oh, I used to buy for dividends, when I was just a lad and then I bought for growth, and for a while I was glad and then the Nasdaq wiped me out for seventy percent and now I'm running like the wind, all the way to Ireland trying to catch a Leprechaun, and that's what I'm determined on

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 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.

«We must... move toward running new vehicles on electricity and to generating that electricity from clean, renewable sources like solar and wind power.»

He jumps on the trampoline,, he can run like the wind.

If you find that your routine has you doing giant sets, drop sets, or focusing on the dreaded mind - muscle connection, run like the wind.

Run (or walk) like the wind with this shoe — its extremely lightweight design feels lighter than a feather on your foot.

These aren't your Daddy's zombies, they run like the wind and keep pursuing like ants on a sandhill.

And Lyons» many similes include these: «They carried their guitars, or «boxes,» and spread the blues like seeds on the wind» and «Like two train rails, Bill's life and the blues ran side by side.&ralike seeds on the wind» and «Like two train rails, Bill's life and the blues ran side by side.&raLike two train rails, Bill's life and the blues ran side by side.»

Here's what the buy box for Cami Ostman's memoir, Second Wind: One Woman's Midlife Quest to Run Seven Marathons on Seven Continents, looked like recently.

So often, I hear stories of newly adopted dogs getting spooked on a walk, wriggling out of their collar and running like the wind.

(A stent is a little tube we run the suture through, like cushioning, so the suture does not directly cut into the skin on a tight wound closure.)

Even if you aren't in the position to «run like the wind» to your nearest shelter to adopt an animal in need, you can help the approximately 3.9 million dogs who find themselves in the U.S. shelter system each year simply by sharing their photos on social media.

«With a smile on her face, she runs like the wind; just as though she has four legs!»

On the other hand, I can run like the wind (that is wind with short legs, you understand), do dog agility, walk 3 or 4 miles without a problem and will continue to do so for many years yet.

Bulabog Beach on the other side of the island runs parallel to White Beach and is the place to be for wind - driven watersports — kite surfing, wind surfing and the like.

, 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 other words, can you prove that the dog is on a leash, rather than running free like the wind?

Looking more like the profile of a terrifying Swiss ski run, that's the entire output from SA's wind farms on 18 January.

As 2017 draws to a close, with examples like Australia's wind power capital, South Australia in mind, it takes a special brand of delusion to still believe that a country can run on sunshine and breezes.

Reblogged this on ajmarciniak and commented: As 2017 draws to a close, with examples like Australia's wind power capital, South Australia in mind, it takes a special brand of delusion to still believe that a country can run on sunshine and breezes.

Rather than the present policy fiasco, foisted on power consumers and rural communities by eco-fascist nutjobs — that wouldn't know the first thing about markets and / or power generation — and the rent - seekers from the wind industry and its parasites that profit from the useful idiots they pay handsomely to run cover on their behalf: like yes2 - ruining - us, GetUp!

This government is allowing something to take hold of the entire province, without full knowledge of the effects on people, and are letting these wind corporations run slipshod through this province like madmen.

«Repealing the Clean Power Plan will subject consumers like Apple and our large manufacturing partners to increased investment uncertainty,» the California - based company said in a filing to the agency.Apple, which says it runs its U.S. operations fully on renewable energy such as wind and solar power, added that repeal of the plan would also threaten development and investments that have already been made in renewable power.