Sentences with phrase «streets in cardboard boxes»

Many of my students thought of addicts as decrepit skid row bums who slept on the streets in cardboard boxes.

sure — I wouldn't have had to live on the street in a cardboard box and start from scratch again, but I'd surely have had trouble looking people in the eye if I felt I had put so much on the line and «failed» in my quest for full - time travel.

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My heart also breaks for the people in my own country that don't have a roof over their head, that sleep in cardboard boxes on the street, that can't remember the last time they had a meal.

And in this wealthy, sophisticated nation, hundreds of older men and women now spend their nights in Tokyo's railroad stations or street corridors, curled up in cardboard boxes — just as they do in New York or cities in other nations.

I question the viability of a Catholic community which devotes any great energy to the question of ascending the throne while the born sleep in cardboard boxes on the streets and the pre-born are ripped from their mothers» wombs to be discarded as surgical waste.

But as much as I would love buying everything Gucci, this time I had to start searching for a budget friendly option (you know, just to avoid ending up living in a cardboard box on the streets).

COQUITLAM, B.C. — Cardboard moving boxes are piled about the living room of an otherwise half - packed house nestled on a tree - lined residential street in a quiet Vancouver - area suburb — a scene frozen in time that the home's owners blame on British Columbia's controversial new tax on foreign buyers.

The dog, named Cannelle by Montreal SPCA staff, was found agonizing in a cardboard box on Henri - Julien street, on the corner of Du Laos, in the Plateau.

With his characteristic predilection for everyday materials («povera»), on this occasion Negrón threw himself to the streets to collect the cardboard boxes in which beers are transported from the factory to the different points of sale.

The Genesis of Quicklaw In October 1972, it was reported that a sense of manic chaos reigned in the house at 140 Beverly Street, just one block from the Queen's campus: «anxious - looking individuals» paraded through the house and everywhere were machines producing «nothing but paper — paper that overflows filing cabinets, crawls out of cardboard boxes, submerges work desks and creeps across floor space.&raquIn October 1972, it was reported that a sense of manic chaos reigned in the house at 140 Beverly Street, just one block from the Queen's campus: «anxious - looking individuals» paraded through the house and everywhere were machines producing «nothing but paper — paper that overflows filing cabinets, crawls out of cardboard boxes, submerges work desks and creeps across floor space.&raquin the house at 140 Beverly Street, just one block from the Queen's campus: «anxious - looking individuals» paraded through the house and everywhere were machines producing «nothing but paper — paper that overflows filing cabinets, crawls out of cardboard boxes, submerges work desks and creeps across floor space.»

And we are doing work in Africa and Asia and even in India, where my cofounder is located, there are people that sleep on cardboard boxes every night in the street, but they have the phone right next to their heads, because that's their lifeline to figuring out where work is going to be the next day.

I reminisce about New York: its diners, museums, shopping; our weekly Fresh Direct grocery deliveries in those lovely cardboard boxes that felt like gifts, the funky Thai Market restaurant down near 110th Street and its divine $ 8 lunches, window - shopping in Soho, cocktails in the Meat - packing District.