Sentences with phrase «thing is dead in the water»

This poor thing is dead in the water.

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A flood leaves evidences; the world today is covered 3/4 in water and the 1/4 that is land is covered in sediment layers and trillions of dead things as fossils.

The Fourth Gospel attributes to Jesus the words, «Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except one be born of water and the Spirit, he can not enter into the kingdom of God»; (John 3:5) the Epistle to Titus says the same thing in other language — «He saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit»; (Titus 3:5) and in the Shepherd of Hermas, which in some of the earliest canons was included in the New Testament, the baptismal water is called «the seal of the Son of God» into which they descend «dead,» and out of which they come «alive.»

The Bible speaks of a God who does «new» things, which are «marvelous in our sight»: the barren women conceives and gives birth, water springs from the rock, five pieces of bread and two fishes feed a multitude, the world is created from nothing and Jesus is raised from the dead.

Local Labour MP Gwyn Prosser said: «There's no way the board's current submission can make any progress, it's dead in the water, and a good thing too.»

Jellyfish are among the only living things to thrive in the oxygen - starved waters of expanding dead zones.

It's a good thing this mess was built from the materials of a truly great and innovative game, or else Metal Gear would have been dead in the water right here.

In this latest developer diary for the title, we're told all about the things the team did to ensure the original Dead Space experience wouldn't be watered down.

, 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,

One thing at least Robin and I are in agreement about, is that this way of talking about painting is dead in the water.

The thing is that for the World Ocean to rise any significant amount then it would need all the frozen fresh water to melt, and even though the fear mongers keep saying this is happening, its not, JP Lovecraft was the flag bearer of the CAGW movement, he coined the word Gaia, he said that mankind would only be able to breed in those areas of the warm arctic and Antarctic, the rest of us would be dead, he said that and many other scaremongering things but close to the end of his life then he recanted it all, he said that «enough time had passed had passed for the models to be proved correct, and that all that the passing of time had proved was that all the models were not correct» me I think that he did not want to die with his horses still hitched to this faulty wagon.

The dead zone in this otherwise lush mountain country meant one thing to Parrish: Gas drillers had been illegally dumping briny water mixed with chemicals, and the waste had killed everything from the rusty well head all the way downhill into a creek.

After 5 months of a horrible lending experience, more months of arbitration with the sellers of my home (they didn't disclose a lot of water in the basement, they covered a 60amp electrical panel with a 100 amp cover and they left me a dead animal in my dryer vent, amongst other things), dealing with a contractor who injured himself on the second day and trusses that we're back ordered 6 weeks, and my daughter being hospitalized with a bacterial infection this spring that put her on oxygen, it would be very nice to paint my room with some amazing paint.