Sentences with phrase «walking up your street»

«Around here it's not every safe to walk up the streets,» one kid said.

I walked up the street toward the Hotel Catalonia Reina Victoria, Rilke's stomping grounds.

I was home from Florida one weekend and me and my boys were walking up a street.

, get these different factors advertised so people know you exist who might not be walking up your street.

-LSB-...] This morning I found myself walking up the street, wearing my baby, when she woke up.

I loved walking up the street.

So, we bundled up and walked up the street to try Green Street Meats.

We're a group of Aspiring Authors walking up the streets, alleys, and sidewalks toward publication.

That journey was inspired by a much shorter trip: a walk up the street to our village's tiny post office, where I received an unexpected letter.

Our first walks up the street to meet Logan were very special, particularly because he is such a personable kind of horse.

Noosa National Park is a 15 minute walk up the street

Don't be afraid to haggle and if the fare is unreasonable, walk up the street a little and try another.

Bob Ambrogi: Yeah, there are a lot of breweries here, it seems like you walk up the street and every other block there's a brewery.

We're a group of Aspiring Authors walking up the streets, alleys, and sidewalks toward publication.

Not exact matches

She ignored it and said that as she headed towards her apartment, a man came up behind her, gently unclasped her earrings from her ears, and put his arm around her to keep her under his control as he walked her down the street.

You wouldn't walk up to a stranger on the street and immediately try to sell your product or service to them, and you shouldn't do that in your content, either.

«You can now walk up to people on the street and say that.

Masciovecchio, who was born in the nearby village of Paganica, says he has lost all hope of ever returning to his former home and speaks bitterly as he walks around the boarded up houses and debris in the narrow streets where he used to live.

Make things so clear that anyone walking in off the street could pick up the file and read it and understand.

And if she meets a prospective customer at a bar, she can walk down the street to Kinko's and personalize her best follow - up letter on NetDocuments in minutes.

I walked out of the lower level where the sporting goods were, up the stairway to the street, carrying a golf bag and golf clubs, and the club was stolen and so were the bags.

You may remember me writing about walking past someone on the street who is looking up, and without thought, or knowledge as to why, many of us will simply follow suit.

Since the day Cintrifuse set up shop on 6th Street (we're now in Union Hall), 400 venture capitalists have walked through our doors.

Over at Pine Trails Park, down the street from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High, a group of mothers of children too young to walk out spent the day signing up new voters with representatives from the League of Women Voters and getting anyone interested to sign various petitions.

Fast forward about 5 hours later, I wrap up work for the day, grab my stuff, walk down the stairs, and exit the doors to the street.

How do you know you aren't going to the hot spot because you brushed up against a woman on her period while walking down the street?

If they showed up in black hats, braids, with pre-torn toilet paper for the sabbath, & insisting that women sit at the back of the bus & walk on the other side of the street you'd have the same reaction to them as you have to the other groups.

(# 1) when Jesus wimpily «cried out with a loud voice, and gave up his spirit» and then zombies walked the streets.

So the thing is, when you see someone say they don't want the bible, christianity or any theology pushed down their throats, it's not only because of the constant annoyance of dealing with people walking up to my door, people on the side of the street, coworkers, etc..

He's walking down the street with his old mother, and a couple of neighborhood knuckleheads walk up calmly, push her into the street and spit on her.

Then I'd up and walk across the street to our townhouse across from the tennis courts on 198th Avenue, and I'd whisper in my mama's ear: «Mama?

Around our streets some people really go to town, so to speak and decorate the outside of their homes with reindeers, father Christmas, snowmen, icicles, stars, trains etc, my wife and I walk round to admire these and all the various Christmas trees all lit up in peoples homes.

Joe Skinner rarely looked up when he was walking in L.A. Nobody on these streets needed directions or knew where any stars lived.

I grew up in country where these religious buildings existed and people were free to practice their religions.In addition, I loved to see on Saturday the Jewish people all dressed up and walking in the street, and every morning I crossed the priest riding on his bike to head to his church.

And we'd end up sitting on a curb in the parking lot by the light of a street lamp, listening to night cicadas or cars going by, and we would talk about how no one had ever, could ever, have been in love like we were in love, and we would kiss until we were dizzy before walking back to the dorms, just in time for curfew.

But seeing pictures that remind us of the imago Dei that each of us bear, however broken, can at least begin to break down the hardness of heart that often causes us to speed up our steps when we walk past someone like Alan on the street.

Another blind man walked up beside the first and said, «Help across the street?»

That young redbud tree delicately budding in my front yard in early spring, that golden haze in which the rolling hills close to my home are bathed on a summer morning, that lovely pond on my walk home from work out of whose rushes a red - winged blackbird almost invariably flies up as I pass by in early autumn, that winter belt of trees across the street transformed by an ice storm into a glittering fairyland — all those beauties of which nature is so achingly and serendipitously full are likewise my modest sources of healing and renewal.

You have some atheists who proselytize directly - I found this to be particularly true when I lived in Tempe, and had strangers walk right up to me in a restaurant or the street to inform me how I'm subhuman, less intelligent, or naive for no other reason than I was wearing a cross necklace or pendant.

And then, when I thought about my life after school, about how writers must live, how a writer must create, the places where writers go, I thought of New York City walk - ups, of Montreal cobblestones and the longed - for perfecting of my French accent, I thought of London flats, of Paris lofts, I thought of big cities, and crowded streets, old architecture, late nights, I thought of moving back east.

My friend, Sam Riviera, often walks around where the homeless are and picks up trash along the street.

In the West Brighton section of Staten Island, small groups of people walk across the street from the project buildings into the parking lot of New Hope Community Church, where they dodge basketballs whizzing by before congregating in a beautifully renovated building that was a staging area for an underground pit bull fighting ring up until a few years ago.

Because every night he walked up and down the street, waving his Bible in the air and shouting his version of the Gospel through a bullhorn.

Every time somebody speeds up to keep you from walking across the street in front of their car or makes a racist comment in the grocery store, we would lift up our shirts and show them the undershirts.

Just as freedom demands that I should be able to walk down the street and not need to fear somebody walking up to me, pulling a gun on me, and shooting me, so too freedom demands that I should be able to live in community with people of different races, beliefs, etc without having to fear discrimination.

Comedy star Rob Brydon said: «One of the great pleasures of my life was to walk down the street with Ronnie Corbett and witness... wonderful faces which would light up with joy when they saw him.»

I walked about half a block when my peripheral vision, trained to do so from living in the inner - city for 10 months, picked up on a group of guys walking quietly behind me on the opposite side of the street.

We are already exposed to temptation, the moment we pick up our smartphones, or open a laptop, or turn on a television, or walk in a store that sells this material, or drive down a street where it and many other temptations abound.

I was also beaten by random girls for no reason, put into a dumpster, tied up in an abandoned rv by some sick teens who thought that was funny, almost raped by a man while walking down the street at the age of 17 but because I screamed he only made me jack him off (at knife point), almost raped at a friend of a friend's house when we just dropped in for a minute, was impovershed growing up, even to the point where we didn't have power in the middle of winter, had to sleep all in the same bed to stay warm and used our pantry as a refrigerator, lived (and I mean LIVED) with roaches for years no matter where we moved to, was a child during the time when we had our own civil rights movement here and went through a few horrible experiences at the time.

Ardelle was one of those people who you see walking down the street... she see's you, and she would immediately speed up to come greet you with a hug.