Sentences with phrase «truly dead ones»

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Others, including this writer, believe that supporting suicide is an abandonment that validates loved ones» worst fears about themselves — that they are a burden, unworthy of love, or truly better off dead.

The practical side of me says, «well at least a tree won't be cut down to make a box to bury him in and it's one less spot that can't be used for farmland because you can't plow over dead bodies (euw) and for those truly «green» at heart, this is ultimate recycling».

With all of God's first born son (s) being an established view among our many religious constabularies, many of one - God religions are dead - set against each others» claims as to which religious convictions are truly the most righteous.

If you take a look at each one of those facts, while all of them are true, none of them include a promise, and it is entirely possible for someone to believe that Jesus truly existed, that Jesus was God in the flesh, and to believe that Jesus died on the cross and rose again from the dead, while at the same time, failing to believe in Jesus for everlasting life.

As one reader posted on the on «line bookstore, Amazon.com, «Ms. Walker is truly one of the most daring writers of the twentieth century... [but] I found the details of the lesbian lovemaking to be more than I ever wanted to know about lesbian relationships» and the assumption that my dead relatives spy on me in my bed quite revolting.

Well we have one witness a Roman guard sent to make sure Jesus was dead that day became a strong witness that truly they put to death the Son of God.

As much as I truly like for my smartphone to be dead b / c I'm just one of those people who doesn't feel the need to be live streaming every second of the day - I think this is a great idea.

In one respect, the corpse flower truly is the living dead.

But all of that changed on Thanksgiving two years ago. Rhimes» older sister made an offhand remark that â $ You never say «yes» to anything.â $ What she really meant: Rhimes never ventured beyond her comfort zone. That casual (and dead - on) observation inspired a year - long experiment in which Rhimes vowed to say yes to every invitation and opportunity that came her wayâ $» especially the ones that scared her. Year of Yes chronicles that truly transformative experience as Rhimes faces (and ultimately conquers) her self - doubt.

The dead are never truly gone so long as some one remembers them.

The once - terrifying creatures have now become as stale a horror sub-genre as zombies, with numerous films and television shows being churned out one after another, meaning it takes something truly phenomenal like The Walking Dead to emerge from the growing puddle of tedium.

The developer needs powerful hardware to make Red Dead Redemption 2 a proper next - gen open world game, something that would rival just with CD Projekt RED's The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt in terms of storytelling and technology, no one else should be able to do that — at least this is Rockstar Games» vision, and it's a vision we truly respect at this moment.

Red Dead Redemption had very satisfying combat, truly bestowing the feeling of being a gunslinger in the wild west, but one element of the game brought this down somewhat.

No one ever truly stays dead in these films, and Deadpool is no exception, to the most ridiculous degree.

The one inhabitant of Heaven I truly loved, Ophiuchus the Snake - Tamer, the great doctor who discovered how to resurrect humans, was killed at the request of the God of the Dead.

All dogs and cats — except the few truly hairless ones — shed, and even hairless animals shed dead skin cells.

Dead Rising 3: Since getting hold of my Xbox One I've still not had that truly «next - gen» defining moment.

It deserves it as well, because The Walking Dead is a great game, one that truly pushes what can be done with a video game narrative that can not be done in film or TV.

Alliances made, faction strengths, and important story decisions are all things that carry over from your dead character to the new one, and as a result, the story of Sunless Skies is truly infinite.

Red Dead Redemption had very satisfying combat, truly bestowing the feeling of being a gunslinger in the wild west, but one element of the game brought this down somewhat.

«With Dead Rising 2, one of the internal goals that we had for ourselves was to truly make a Western game, to make it down to the core what a Western game is.»

Edouard Manet admired paintings like the one here on loan from the Getty, but his Dead Toreador looks truly noble by comparison.

, 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,