Sentences with phrase «very little warmth»

The world's two most common pets are depicted as deadly animals and, in contrast to woodland lore like Winnie the Pooh, there is very little warmth to the proceedings.

I have one although it provides very little warmth, I need to get a warmer version!

So I suppose we should not be too surprised that Giroud has not exactly welcomed the new signing Alexandre Lacazette with open arms, with the Daily Mail reporting that there has been very little warmth between the fellow countryman on the Gunners» tour of Australia at the start of this pre-season schedule.

Some others, however, find such statements little more than platitudinal security blankets, ones which offer them very little warmth.

Not exact matches

Because you don't want necessarily mom reaching into the operating field because you kind of get a little bit disconnected and your hands can go into the sterile environment so it's very important to have control of those hands but you don't necessarily need them strapped down, you can just remind mom that her hands, you know needs to be on her chest and so she can hold her baby and feel his or her breath and warmth and touch, so...

Authoritarian households have very strict rules and show little warmth.

Britain has never been very interested in international affairs, so it will have little notion of the warmth with which an attack on human rights will be received in some of the more questionable capitals of the world.

FOR FLAWLESS APPLICATION, USE THE SWIRL, TAP, BUFF METHOD Begin by lightly tapping a very small amount of powder into the lid of the Warmth All - Over Face Color container (a little goes a long way).

Danielle Moss, Cofounder: «My bathroom is quite small and has very little counter space, but since it's where I spend time getting ready, it needed a little warmth this holiday season.

There's something very chic and pretty about these fall pieces that add a little flare and lots of warmth to your look.

A very enjoyable, surprisingly accessible movie about nerd culture that offers a little warmth with a lot of humor.

Recent Oscar winners like Anne Hathaway (in advance of her Les Misérables win), Jennifer Lawrence (Silver Linings Playbook), and J.K. Simmons (Whiplash) have all popped by to add a little warmth and whimsy to what can be a very serious campaign season.

«The Parable» (subtitled «Gus's Theme») is another great character theme — homely, decent, an inquisitive air, a little blast of warmth — again, very clever.

Another attributed to him «an air of reflection which is not very distant from gravity and self - sufficiency,» but also found «little of that warmth of heart.»

She used to be a teacher but stayed home now, caring for the little ones, patient and gentle and too smart for the brutality of that life, it was sucking the lifeblood out of her and yet feeding her at the same time — she was loving, that's what it was, this man was well loved (something in the relaxed way he moved, the shine on his face) and right now the wife was sleeping with all of their little ones in their big bed because it was easier that way, and she liked the warmth of their small bodies nestled against her, and she missed him so very much, and maybe she thought that sometimes on those long, long trips he was up to something but she trusted him because she wanted to because he had that boldness in his eyes, that life --

The very essence of holidaying on Samui is encapsulated by that first sunset cocktail, that first caress of the sun's rays in the morning as you lay down to soak in the warmth and the sound of waves breaking on the shoreline and that first dip into the cooling sea when the warmth gets a little too much.

The AGW theory states that the additional warmth is set by the GHGs in the atmosphere and suggests that other gases make little or no contribution which gives a very large significance to the level of GHGs present in the atmosphere.

There's very little «warmth» or personality or else there's just too much contrast to figure out the personality.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.