Sentences with phrase «so little love»

My boyfriend is 6» 3 ″, so the little love seat didn't make watching a movie very fun.

I say, «I'd like to bring us back to the point where you said «there's been so little love in this relationship that you question being able to go on».»

Why so little love for The Martian?

It is difficult to see a movie this great and made so recently get so little love on the internet.

Not exact matches

My little girl was loving the adventure, and so was I.

So if you're in love with a house in a «less good» neighborhood or within a «less good» school district, before you write it off as an option, do a little more digging.

«I loved to get them a lot of things to put under the tree at Christmas, because it was just so much darn fun to watch them when they were little, opening the gifts and enjoying them,» said Davis, who lives in Mesa, Ariz..

«We loved our little business, but it just became so hard to survive,» hotel owner Mary Charles said to Pacific Business News.

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I didn't love how soaked the mask is when I pulled it out, so I wrung it out a little and found that it was perfect after that.

«These teachers were fantastic; kept our kids safe, kept my daughter calm, sitting in a closet for two and a half hours and they're coming back to something I couldn't imagine — coming back to work, so just want to show them a little love, let them know the community's with them,» Kravitz added.

«He's an egomaniac devoid of all moral sense» ---- said the society woman dressing for a charity bazaar, who dared not contemplate what means of self - expression would be left to her and how she would impose her ostentation on her friends, if charity were not the all - excusing virtue ---- said the social worker who had found no aim in life and could generate no aim from within the sterility of his soul, but basked in virtue and held an unearned respect from all, by grace of his fingers on the wounds of others ---- said the novelist who had nothing to say if the subject of service and sacrifice were to be taken away from him, who sobbed in the hearing of attentive thousands that he loved them and loved them and would they please love him a little in return ---- said the lady columnist who had just bought a country mansion because she wrote so tenderly about the little people ---- said all the little people who wanted to hear of love, the great love, the unfastidious love, the love that embraced everything, forgave everything, and permitted everything ---- said every second - hander who could not exist except as a leech on the souls of others.»

So won't you show our sponsors a little love by whitelisting investmentnews.com?

But thankfully the God I know and love is so much bigger, so much more wonderful, and so much more loving than anything you can fit in your stuffy little fundamental box.

The atheists love calling us sheep and I say... «yes, I am of the flock of the Good Shepherd»; every time I hear them call out «sheep» it reminds me of how Jesus goes out into the desert to find even one lost sheep and to do so He leaves the 99 others... those lost sheep are being found every day... some try to hide in the darkest places but all they need to see is just a little Light and they lose their fear.

So I guess the other 5 billion humans on this planet who do NOT follow your little book are incapable of loving anyone?

For God so loved this world He saw fit to send His first born of the «elementals», (Being God's Sons) to give hope where little hopefulness was found.

There is much suffering because there is so very little love in homes and in family life.

Sometimes her spirit resists hearing excuses on behalf of the offender, but she finds that if she presses herself just a little to search them out and hear them, they are really not so humiliating to acknowledge, and it's an exhilarating experience to see love emerging from the storm, the devil cramped in the straitjacket of the Holy Spirit.

So even though to the eye Little Paradise Village is a hell - hole, where there is love there is paradise.

The trigger on the love - gestalt switch may begin to rust a little, so she must force it, and oil it now and then with special kindnesses.

We both cried, overwhelmed by the knowledge we had so little time to live this love out this side of eternity.

Whereas the Jansenism of old despaired that anyone could really be loved by God, be good enough to receive Holy Communion, or be saved, its newer version has so little faith in the power of God to change hearts that it presumes God does not care for something so insignificant as the human heart.

In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum.17 Into the hands which broke and quickened the bread, which blessed and caressed little children, which were pierced with the nails; into the hands which are like our hands, the hands of which one can never tell what they will do with the object they are holding, whether they will break it or heal it, but which we know will always obey and reveal impulses filled with kindness and will always clasp us ever more closely, ever more jealously; into the gentle and mighty hands which can reach down into the very depth of the soul, the hands which fashion, which create, the hands through which flows out so great a love: into these hands it is comforting to surrender oneself especially if one is suffering or afraid.

If God is love, why does the narrative of Christianity include so little of it?

Jebus loves me, this I know»Cause a fundie told me so Little minds to Him belong I prefer a smurfy Schlong

We former evangelicals LOVE to talk about our faith and are sometimes surprised by how little opportunity there is to do so in a Mainline Protestant church environment.

We easily regard as the defeat and regression of the Church in modern times what is actually only the social manifestation of a state which has always existed, even in the so - called good old days, because even then people, on the average, had but little faith, hope and love of God and men.

I believe you can love little Johnny so much you don't want to spank him then on the other hand you want to spank the devil out of him with a two by four.

And her comparison between loving Christ and loving eating could not be more evangelical: you stop loving Christ if you make him into an idol so that he is no longer the God exposed in the flesh, born of poor and displaced parents, in a stable amid animals, dung and flies, who hung helpless on a cross and who promised to be among the hungry, the sick, the little ones of all ages, in every street child.

I have finally come to grips with the fact that church work will not be a significant part of my life in this location — a profoundly discouraging conclusion, because there's so little else to do in this town, and I can not move away any time soon — but not before going through a prolonged (and continuing) grieving process for the loss of something I loved that had been a part of my life for so long.

Or am I missing the subtext of, «I love you so much, little innocent child somewhere in the world, that I will send flood waters to drown you and your family, and you get to die in terror and angst, watching your family die right in front of your eyes.»

So, your all loving, all powerful, forgiving and understanding god is sitting by watching the likes of Ghandi, Anne Frank, Einstein, and untold billions of little children who had the unforunate bad luck to be born in a non-Christian family and be taken before their time get tormented for all eternity?

It seems that so many worship songs that focus on God are little more than, «I love you, God!

It all gets pretty confusing and tiring, and so I was thrilled to receive a copy of Dan Pedersen «s little book, Living With Confidence: From Fear To Love.

As the little child must be put to sleep by a lullaby, so these men need the tranquilizing hum of society before they are able to eat, drink, sleep, pray, fall in love, etc..

In his novel High Fidelity, Nick Hornby asks why people worry so much about sexy, violent, and perverse rock songs, and so little about the many more rock songs that luxuriate in beautiful sadness, usually a sadness fueled by love.

They saw the value of demonstrating their love for God by being faithful in the little things; a community that was so dysfunctional became one that was a true «school for saints».

What if your son or daughter told you they were gay?Would you follow your narrow - minded, religious bigotry, and curse them to hell?Or, could you find a way to change your mind and continue to love them?Would you slap your kid in the face and kick them out of the house and ask your god why he is so cruel to little - old you?Do yourself a favour and spend a moment thinking on this subject before you spout your hate - fulll nonsense again... and for crying out loud, LAY OFF THE KFC!!

But if we pass in advance this bitter judgment of uselessness that paralyzes and discourages us, if we are thus completely lacking in love for God, or if on the other hand we magnify our works and regard them as important and successful (Jesus, little Jesus, I have so wonderfully exalted you, but if I had attacked you in your defenselessness your shame would have been as great as your glory...), if we come before God decked out in the glory of these lofty, grandiose, and successful works, then... «Woe to you that are rich» (Luke 6:24), for the rich man today is the successful man.

And so, when frail and more than a little tired, and wracked with rheumatic pain, they will be forming the minds of their children's children in their first prayers, and in the simple love of God.

Three kids plus a not - so - crafty Mom plus 50 classmates equals a lot of work, and a little lesson about love.

The Incarnation and Divine Transcendence Why is it then that Islam, even when its traditional doctrine of transcendence is a little qualified as above, finds the core Christian claim that «God loved the world so much that He sent his only Son» so difficult?

Man chose satan as their god and have had the chance to show what they could do without their creator and his ideas, principles and laws but it has not been pretty and as Jesus taught that satan is «The ruler of this world», «the god of this system» etc.but for «a little while longer» and the Creator will take his wisdom, justice, power and love and take over to show what was intended from the beginning.for scriptures (see 1 John 5:19, Rev. 12:9 - 12, Luke 22:31, Matt.25: 41, 1 Pet.5: 8,9, John 8:44,45) and so many others for those who care.

The reason the abortion issue is so foundational is not because Catholics love little babies ¯ although we certainly do ¯ but because revoking the personhood of unborn children makes every other definition of personhood and human rights politically contingent.

Make us to love; move in upon us, work through us, put pressure on our little selfish lives, so that we may love «that which thou dost command» — the things, the places, the times, the persons, the circumstances in which God has sent us, the whole realm of the divine ordering of things.

Much as most English Catholics love Her Majesty the Queen, many of us felt just a little uneasywhen it became known that she referred to the late Cardinal Hume as «my Cardinal», and not entirely enthused by television images of Her Majesty attending Vespers at Westminster Cathedral, for all the world as if it was Choral Evensong at Westminster Abbey: not because such ecumenical gestures are in themselves a bad thing, but because this one seemed all too likely to be have been a reward to the English Church for no longer making so much of a nuisance of itself, as it could have done, for instance, by criticising the supposedly Catholic - minded Tony Blair for his wholehearted support for abortion (including abortion up to term)- a stance which, north of the border, had led the late Cardinal Winning to utter a series of blistering denunciations of the Prime Minister even during NewLabour's honeymoon years.

First, the pictures of «judgement» have been drawn so often from law - courts and the like that they bear little relation to the Christian insistence on God as love.

At the same time, my children need consideration and love too, but circumstances force my wife to neglect her own household to take care of someone else's household — for so little money.

So basically: «Give me your money, leave me alone with your little boys and I will make believe with you that upon your death, your soul will magically ascend into infinite bliss with your loved ones forever».