Sentences with phrase «truly magical time»

PlayStation Experience is a truly magical time of year, and this year thousands of fans will descend on the lovely Anaheim Convention Center to experience the latest and greatest in PlayStation gaming.

Jasper National Park is gorgeous year - round, but winter is truly a magical time to visit.

A Maternity Photo Shoot is a wonderful way to capture and remember a truly magical time in your life.

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The bible is truly a magical book, and its teachings ring true, thru all time.

Our time in Europe was amazing — the people, the food, the adventure of it all was truly magical.

Just imagine the most magical place on Earth at the most magical time of year... Yes, it's crazy busy, but it's also truly magical.

It's a truly magical, marvelous time.

Reading a good book, drawing, spending a lot of time outside and watching how nature changes the appearance is truly magical!

Walking into it for the first time was truly magical, as we had no idea going into the weekend we would each have our own bedroom and bathroom, and a large sitting room to enjoy a glass or two of wine in.

All the excitement, slow days in the office, and tons of giving spirit truly make for one of the most magical times of the year.

Christmas truly is the most magical time of year in Chicago.

Let's just hope there's enough will on the part of WB to stick with a series that has become truly magical; given our difficult political and social times, PADDINGTON 2's message is the perfect cure.

The Mushroom Kingdom is throwing a party, this time to celebrate the annual «Sticker Fest» where the magical «Sticker Comet» will come and grant the wishes of everyone who truly believes in its power.

With some rudimentary image editing software and a little time, you can create something truly magical.

I like to call it «Prime Time» that golden and magical moment for both teacher and student to really work in harmony and truly accelerate learning, it's a simple formula, however the temptation can be to assume that once diagnosed, progress will be made by default, this is most certainly not the case, hence the importance of «Prime Time»:

Caught at that glorious moment when all the leaves are turning red, golden and brown — it's a time of year that is truly magical.

, 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,

It truly is a magical time of year!

Like the little twinkly lights strung around a home at Christmas time, it's the love glowing on the inside that creates a truly magical place to live.

I've said it a hundred times, but it is truly magical up here, especially if you work from home or don't have to necessarily drive up and down the mountain on a daily basis, though I've spoken to many people who do and don't even mind it.