Sentences with phrase «sit with your eyes»

Sit with your eyes closed, check in with your breath and be still, just five mins a day.

In addition to asking for help from her mom and best friend, Davis used a breathing technique: She'd sit with her eyes closed and both hands over her tummy, and then breathe slowly and deeply so that she could feel her hands rise and fall on her abdomen.

After learning the technique, all one needs is a comfortable place to sit with eyes closed.

If you are too short of time (or want to do it more often) just sit with your eyes closed for two minutes and focus on breathing.

In a room close by, a second subject, the receiver, sat with eyes covered and headphones on in order to block out all conventional incoming stimuli.

«So if I sit with my eyes closed for a while it will fix all of my problems?»

When I realized there would be no cuts, I sat with my eyes glued to the screen and my jaw agape as just how spectacular the whole process was pulled off.

[5] Our dogs showed symptoms like these as well as other known behavioural abnormalities, such as scratching behavior and scoliosis or lordosis, yelping, sitting with eyes closed, immobility, walking as on eggs, difficulty swallowing, tongue out of mouth, as well as symptoms of Primary Secretory Otitis Media (PSOM) as well as signs of conjuctivitis (excessive lacrimation).

Otherwise, expect to sit with your eyes popped as you witness the sort of things they allow to be in video games, and by things I mean insane fatalities against enemies that really had no business messing with you in the first place.

Did Neel ask him to sit with his eyes shut, or was this merely one pose from many in their sitting?

I'm not great first thing on a Monday morning and sitting with your eyes closed in close proximately to your co-workers around your boardroom table isn't right up there on my to - do - list.

Not exact matches

She recommends sitting down with anyone you really don't want to lose and finding out what their career goals are, with an eye toward helping them get there without having to quit.

I sat standing 1 foot away from somebody who's been in prison for 15 years of his life and I had 60 seconds to open up to him about something that causes me pain in my life while he stares into my eyes I found myself going deeper than I would with even friends or family.

You don't have to sit on the floor with your eyes closed to apply Zen to your business; you just have to approach your possibilities with a balance of experience, intelligence, and beginner's mind.

Tania Bryer sits down with Black Eyed Peas frontman will.i.am to discuss his route from musician to philanthropist.

«I sat reading the responses with tears in my eyes.

First, sit comfortably with your eyes closed or unfocused and breathe in and exhale slowly, focusing on your breath.

So the firm let these employees go, replacing them with older advisers who were willing to sit down, look clients in the eye, and discuss matters face to face.

In this special interview segment from Where the Money, Motley Fool financial analyst Matt Koppenheffer sits down with the Fool's Million - Dollar Portfolio lead advisor Ron Gross, to discuss Berkshire Hathaway (NYSE: BRK - A)(NYSE: BRK - B), Markel (NYSE: MKL), and two more stocks Ron's keeping an eye on today.

(Revelations 19)(when jesus comes back to earth) «And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war», «His eyes were as a flame of fire», clothed in a vesture dipped in blood ``, and «out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.»»

A few years back i was being led by god to help some homeless people.I'll tell you about the first homeless lady.my girls and i were driving by a liquor store and i seen a girl a lady sitting next to her cart.god showed me through his eyes the hurt she was living with.he spoke to my heart and said, don't pass her up.i turned around whent back and asked her if she was hungry.she was in shock and said yes.god told me to tell her that she is loved.she started crying and had me call her family so she can go home.anyways after that i joind a church and told them and asked to start a homeless ministry.i was told yes and all of a sudden i started getting pushed aside and they took over the homeless ministry.i feel lost and hurt.now i feel like god is telling me to leave the church.i quit going out with the group because of what happened.i don't know what to do.now i feel lost.

I picture my mother years and years ago — younger than I am now by ten years at least — sitting in the corner of the couch, her first real bible in her lap, underlining practically the entire book of John with tears in her eyes, like she can't believe her luck.

Some poor girl... or sheep... has to listen to him rant and spew, eyes bulging, talking non-stop, adamantly raging on about how Russian miners have heard the screams of hell and how some ancient vanished superrace made the pyramids and modern man couldn't which means evolution is wrong... she'd be wondering if she should just run for it, or does he have a big kitchen knife on him ready to use if she does... there she sits, with that «please - don «t - stab - me - repeatedly smile on he fear - petrified face...

And if my eyes were more filled with tears than those of a repentant woman, and if each tear were more precious than a pardoned woman's many tears; if I could find a place more humble than the place at his feet, and if I could sit there more humbly than a woman whose heart's sole choice was this one thing needful; if I loved him more sincerely than the most loyal of his servants, eager to shed the last drop of his life - blood in his service; if I had found greater favor in his eyes than the purest among women — nevertheless, if I asked him to alter his purpose, to reveal himself differently, to be more lenient with himself, he would doubtless look at me and say: Man, what have I to do with thee?

Luke presents a vivid picture of Jesus rolling up the scroll, handing it to the attendant, and sitting down to speak, with the eyes of the congregation fixed on him.

In Luke, two travelers entered into conversation with a stranger on the road; he sat down to supper with them, and suddenly «their eyes were opened and they recognized him.»

I sit in the green room, fidgeting with my water bottle and trying not to make eye contact with the famous preacher whose pictures line the walls.

Prayer for the day: Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise, Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.

The evangelist asks the congregation, «with every eye closed and every head bowed, to sit and contemplate God's great love for us in our lives.

I sit in my room with my hands cradled on my head My mind in turmoil tries to sleep and I wish that I was dead No one understands how I think so I guess I am to blame When I close my eyes at night in my tears I try to hide my shame

It is infinitely comic that a man, moved unto tears, so much moved that not only tears but sweat trickle from him, can sit and read, or hear, representations of self - denial, of the nobility of sacrificing one's life for the truth — and then the next instant — one, two, three, slap - dash, almost with the tears still in his eyes — is in full swing, in the sweat of his brow, with all his might and main, helping falsehood to conquer.

Although such depictions are obviously of Jesus as a very small toddler or baby, he tends to sit upright and poised on the Blessed Virgin's lap, like an adult, with a strikingly all - knowing gaze radiating through his babyish features, centred on a pair of piercingly prescient eyes.

All the while, Jesus continues to sit there with a small smile on his face and a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Let me tell you something my friend, please go and meet the reverted American in your next door or the person sits next to you or you cross when you walk... it would be easy for woman as you will see while American with blue eyes wearing hijab... and ask yourself why did they reverted... or ask them and see what they say... if it was spreaded by force then why they do not go back...

No doubt we will also have to sit and, with troubled eyes, «think why it has been so.»

In Rauschenbusch's report, the Spirits of the dead centuries sit in silence for a while, «with troubled eyes.»

Ask the person to sit in a chair with eyes closed.

I then sat down on a stone, unable to stand any longer, and my eyes overflowed with tears.

After I sat down, being all in confusion, like a drowning man that was just giving up to sink, and almost in an agony, I turned very suddenly round in my chair, and seeing part of an old Bible lying in one of the chairs, I caught hold of it in great haste; and opening it without any premeditation, cast my eyes on the 38th Psalm, which was the first time I ever saw the word of God: it took hold of me with such power that it seemed to go through my whole soul, so that it seemed as if God was praying in, with, and for me.

In one poem an 85 - year - old man, who has spent his many years beating «black and blue» the land, «warped inside / And given to watching, sullen - eyed, / Love still - born,» now sits alone in a corner before the fire, with nothing left to dream on but the self - delusions of his past.

The Boy Next Door — a fifth - rate sleazefest in which an English teacher played by Jennifer Lopez gets «involved» with one of her students — was too dumb to generate much attention when it released last week (its Rotten Tomatoes rating sits at a dismal 14 percent) but it does feature one moment of such straight - faced outlandishness, such eye - popping ludicrousness, that it must be considered worthy of whatever the opposite of an Oscar is.

I, on the other hand, am sitting here with tears in my eyes, already missing one of my most sacred companions on the journey towards home.

If you have never seen the eyes of a student looking to you for hope as life seeps from their body or sat with a mother asking God why her child is gone — why her child had to die — I doubt you will understand the pain and the effect of what guns are doing on the streets of Chicago.

«Go not into a house where a banquet is held, to sit with them at food and drink, for so hath Yahweh spoken: Take care, I bring to silence in this place before your eyes, in your days, song of joy and song of rejoicing, song of the bride and the bridegroom.»

But we weren't sitting around with eyes squinted in prayer circles and forming echo - chambers of friendships, so it was not nearly as bad.

In a sixteenth «century painting by Battista d'Agnolo, St. Mark at the Recruiting Table, the apostle sits at the end of the table with a book open on his lap, his eyes fixed on three local officials examining new recruits.

I remember sitting in class, savoring the tiny morsel of fish I had just sampled, my eyes closed and my tastebuds alive with the taste of fish, desperately trying to commit it to memory.

So I sat in my dark quiet room, in my warm bed and with one eye...

The large scale paintings at L'Orangerie are so awesome that I just sat and took them in with tears in my eyes for their beauty.

It is the kind of caramel that you must sit down and close your eyes before you eat it because you simply can not handle vision with so much appley - goodness taking over your senses.