Sentences with phrase «still lets you breathe»

A flowy, but structured dress like this — that cinches at waist, but it still lets you breathe!

Not exact matches

So I thought I'd put together a meal that's still special but much lighter on the carb scale, in case you want to unbutton your pants for reasons other than letting your stomach breathe.

Compression socks are a lot better at letting your skin breathe now, but sweating while wearing them is still an issue.

I am 18 months into a similar journey with my little girl, and finding and reading these articles has allowed me to breathe and let go of the anxiety and the criticisms that * I * somehow created miss B's sleep struggles — she still wakes every 1 - 2 hours every night and needs to nurse back to sleep, and my heart tells me that she * will * figure it out, but not on my time or terms, on hers.

You are poked and prodded frequently, often with overtones of «let's just make sure you and you're baby are still breathing mmm.k?

What makes them so warm is the insulating yarn that was specially designed to hold in heat while still letting your feet breathe.

While exercising, we breathe in 10 - 20 times more air than we do standing still, Rundell says, which means we also let that many more pollutants into our lungs.

Now a new zero power display breathes new life into still images by letting an image change in appearance through the day as the direction of the Sun's light changes.

It also has protecting properties as it acts as a barrier between your skin and the environment while still letting your skin breathe.

They are comfy, let your feet breathe and still look business - like.

Letting your partner comprehend they're respected at the same time as still giving them breathing space to do as they please is a crucial part of any relationship, and giving each other space can certainly bolster what you share.

Letting your partner comprehend they're appreciated while still giving them breathing space to do as they want is a vital part of any relationship, and giving each other legroom can definitely strengthen what you share.

Letting your partner comprehend they're valued while still giving them breathing space to do as they please is a vital part of any relationship, and giving each other breathing space can certainly bolster what you share.

Letting your better half comprehend they're valued at the same time as still giving them breathing space to do as they wish is a vital part of any relationship, and giving each other room can definitely bolster what you share.

As its nameless hero, Gosling doesn't speak for Drive's first 10 minutes, and is so still in one early scene he looks plastic, only a flick of a finger confirming he breathes, let alone sweats.

Dark never lets the audience forget that there is still a living, breathing, creative spirit inside Fitzmaurice's still body.

While teachers make many decisions about their lessons, in the post NCLB — Common Core era, with the continued emphasis on high stakes assessments, teachers still tend to follow curriculum pacing guides, marching to the drumbeat established in an electronic log that continuously grabs for completion of more, for reaching more benchmarks, at a pace that barely allows anyone to catch their breath, let alone breathe.

From the fight that libraries are still facing over ebook lending to the snail's pace of digital textbook adoption, as well as the realization from booksellers that they will have to do something to accommodate ebooks if they plan to keep their doors open with big box and online bookstores breathing down their necks, it often feels like the industry as a whole would like to look the other way and let digital reading burn itself out.

She could see me and knew I was there but she still whined and panting and breathing very fast... If I took her out of the crate, she would lay down and rest quietly but as i couldn't let her run free for the night (and at my wits end at 2.30 am (I hadnt been to sleep yet and my husband was very tired and getting grumpier by th eminute) I took her out of the crate (left the crate in my bedroom upstairs) and locked her away downstairs in the bathroom with some toys and paper to wee on and chews toys where we could not hear her..

I have a rescue min pin 2 yrs old male.They said it was kennel cough but he kept coughing so i took to Vet and xrays blood work all his shots and he has heart worms and coughs but he is still active when i let him but starts breathing hard fairly quick.I put him on heart guard and its been 2 months and i take him in on 1st of 3rd month to start treatment.I just hope this works and does not kill him.He has turned out to be the smartest dog and a pleaser.

«Equality is in the air we breathe,» wrote Langston Hughes in Let America Be America Again, a poem from 1938 that still resonates today.

«Equality is in the air we breathe,» wrote Langston Hughes in Let America be America Again, a poem from 1938 that resonates even still.

, 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,

If adults simply let them do what they're naturally inclined to do — mess around in the yard, digging, climbing, chasing, jumping — then there would be less need for social skills groups, special breathing techniques, coping strategies, and exercises to «teach» young kids how to focus and sit still, not to mention the countless psychotropic medications given to American kids.

Layers of mosquito netting add a touch of romance while still letting a room breathe.