Sentences with phrase «up powerful truths»

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to be in such a powerful presence, where TRUTH is, where the most scary and strong men shut up, and obey God.

«If you get up and say we're right and we have the truth, then you have a powerful public message,» she says.

Reality might not be as pretty, but with it's truthfulness — and the confidence that truth might instill in a breastfeeding mother who might otherwise give up — it is definitely more powerful.

As evidenced by the polls in the race, the people of New York know the truth — as Governor and Attorney General, Eliot stood up to powerful interests on behalf of every - day New Yorkers, while others stood - by silently.

It summons up the days of our hallowed past, in which crusading newspapers took on the most powerful and risked their very enterprises to tell people the truth.

In her nearly 10 - minute speech, Winfrey spoke on Sidney Poitier's historic Golden Globe win and the legacy of Recy Taylor, support for Time's Up and #MeToo («What I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool that we all have.»)

For the same price you can usually pick up a much more powerful desktop computer, and while it's a bit harder to lug around the truth is a gaming laptop is kind of useless at actually gaming on the go due to the battery power dropping through the floor.

, 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,

Sp in this new genre of cli - fi (climate fiction), «Exteme Whether» — not» weather» but» whether» please note — is a fierce expose of politically motivated censorship and a look at the courage it takes to keep up the fight for truth against immensely powerful forces.

-- not» weather» but» whether» please note — is a fierce expose of politically motivated censorship and a look at the courage it takes to keep up the fight for truth against immensely powerful forces.

However, clues in the data — including mention of a project called the «Database of Truth» — suggests more elaborate plans were afoot to leverage Republican voter data and powerful analytics tools to aid GOP candidates up and down the ballot, with two well - known GOP linked market research and data analysis firms also named in the documents.