Sentences with phrase «truly came alive for»

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Integration: The trick here has been to create a truly integrated experience across different channels — for example, how do you make an offline page really come alive on the Internet?

Art lovers should head for the Kamui Mintara / Playground of the Gods - this set of sculptures truly comes alive at sunset.

It's telling that the film only truly comes alive in a hallucinatory near - death experience, rendering Ellen's surreal existence visually for one brief sequence.

We fall in love with the films as we program, but they truly come alive in front of our audience, and the feedback for the entire program this year has been so enthusiastic and rewarding,» said Janet Pierson, Film Conference and Festival Producer.

The real attraction for me, however — and the movie truly comes alive when he's on - screen — is Jemaine Clement (People Places Things) as the Fleshlumpeater.

The only way for our kids and students to truly come alive in life is to build self - awareness and align their unique genius with the world they live in.

If you're expecting a model that makes the base car come alive, that truly delivers an invigorating driving experience - like the 968 Club Sport did for the 968 - then you're in for a disappointment, and that's such a shame.

I think it comes down to this: For a story to truly come alive in the reader's heart and imagination, every aspect has to be great.

Developed by SEGA Studio Japan, Super Monkey Ball ™ for Nintendo 3DS ™ * offers a whole new level of interactivity and fun, whilst completely immersing you in the world of your favourite monkeys — AiAi, MeeMee, GonGon and Baby — as they truly come alive in front of your eyes.

Whichever version of co-op you opt for, it's here where the game truly comes alive.

, 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,

For an eco-city to truly come alive, green living must capture the hearts and minds of all levels of government and a significant portion of the residents, otherwise, the purpose and function of the city's green infrastructure will not be fully utilized or properly maintained.