Sentences with phrase «small as cursing»

Everyone sins every day no matter how religious you are and the bible also says if you ask for forgiveness that all sins will be forgiven, meaning no matter what sin you commit it will be forgiven, it doesn't matter if it is as small as cursing or being gay.

Not exact matches

But Istanbul's blessing as an entrepreneurial hub is also its curse, with a rising cost of living, epic traffic jams, and a glut of smaller players.

But no matter how beneficial these churches are as models of mission, they are both a blessing and a curse for pastors of small congregations.

Just yesterday I found my old photos of when I was a small blonde baby, I was about four years and, over the odious hairstyle (I remember it like it was yesterday) and I remembered those very tender (as most hated) dresses in pink toulle that mom slipped me for any event, they were a real curse: itchy and prevented me from playing football like I wanted to do (yes, I was a real tomboy!).

The late 1990s and early 2000s, however, were far less kind as titles The Curse of the Jade Scorpion, Hollywood Ending and Small Time Crooks lack much of what makes him such an original.

Last season's TV shows are arriving in droves as the new season, and perhaps the most engaging of these is the surprise hit «Once Upon a Time: Season One,» a small town melodrama with roots in the classic tales of magic, heroes, witches, and curses.

Something old, something new... As a previous - generation i30 owner, the chance to jump behind the wheel of Hyundai's all - new (third - generation) small car is both a blessing and a curse.

Although I didn't know it then, growing up in a small city of only 40,000 people, dreaming of world travel, it was a blessing as much as a curse, which has turned me into something of a beach snob.

In a small pueblo such as San Pedro, word of mouth advertising can be a blessing or a curse.

Limited in this manner and with the small range of abilities the pen initially offers the opening 30 - minutes to hour of Max: Curse of Brotherhood are actually a little dull as both the design of and solutions to puzzles are simple.

With the smaller starting budget of the long game and four players sitting around the table many of my earlier complaints vanish; suddenly great actors and actresses are in short supply, forcing players to battle it out over who they want, cursing as their opponents sign the one actor or director they really needed to be in with a chance of snagging Best Picture.

Curse of Osiris introduces a variety of new modes and places to explore, and while understandably not as meaty as larger yearly updates such as The Taken King and Rise of Iron, it does feel to offer more variety than the smaller expansions offered in Destiny's first year.

Play as Thistle, a small & agile warrior hellbent on destroying the curse that plagues these creatures.

Press Play was a smaller group than Lionhead, but its games - such as Max: The Curse of Brotherhood and Kalimba - were of exceptional quality.

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.