Sentences with phrase «things feel magical»

I've always appreciated how the make things feel magical.

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Speaking as a cartoonish version of himself, Zuckerberg showed viewers some of the damage caused by the recent powerful storms, mentioning, «One of the things that's really magical about virtual reality is you can get the feeling that you're really in a place.»

I prefer to think of people as rational until they open up their mind and let me know of the goofy magical things they feel proud to «believe in».

Which basically just means that the poor complicated things never get made till it's a special occasion and I feel like being fancy But that's okay, simple can be just as magical your recipes are proof of that!

Many women feel this way when they become mothers and so they should because the miracle of pregnancy and birth is such a magical thing that in a way you don't even believe, until it happens to you personally.

I mean, that's one of the things that I guess made me want to be a writer; there was something almost magical about that, [that] not only can you put words together in such way that it gets somebody else to have a feeling just by reading it; you don't, but then I realized, you don't have to be there.

Building things in his Queens, N.Y., home out of spare parts and Erector sets gave him what he describes as a «magical, transcendent feeling» that soon had him hooked.

Eventually, after practicing that one thing for a few weeks — there's no magical number here; you will just feel ready intuitively — you can add in something else.

10 Things I Do To Keep Myself Feeling Happy, Healthy & Magical!

As if you needed another excuse to borrow clothes from your buds, this feel - good flick about BFFs who share a pair of magical jeans serves as a great reminder about two things: 1) how great best pals are and 2) why vintage shopping is very, very awesome.

By the time it was all over, the magical flying horse - slash - guardian angel felt like the most comprehensible thing I'd seen in the past two hours.

Given how dark things got in the latter installments, this gives Fantastic Beasts a fresher and dare I say more magical feeling.

It's set in a pastel Orlando that feels spiritually far removed from all things Disney — call it a «less magical kingdom.»

Among others, it pipped a Porsche 911 GT3 and Noble M600 to the title, and was described as «a magical thing across the ground, deft like an Elise, with exceptional poise and feel.»

Bob and Livy come to appreciate and love one another now while also feeling bittersweet about who they were then — and their fairy tale - like story proves that when friends get together, magical things can happen.

So, when the daily stressors seem to be closing in and you feel as if you might be losing the long game, I hope you'll take that deep breath I mentioned before and check in with that part of you that knows it's a magical and wonderful thing to be able to publish.

There is something almost magical about Como Shambhala Estate, as I head through the nearby town of Ubud; home to all things creative in Bali, I feel the excitement start to build.

«Traveling can be brutal and harsh, but it could also be wonderful and magical, and only one thing is certain, traveling will make you feel more than you've ever felt before»

, 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,