Sentences with phrase «warmth over your little»

May the summer's sun spread warmth over your little spirit for all of eternity, and may you be free from pain and hunger and suffering by human hand.

Not exact matches

Little bonfires are built to jump over and get rid of any bad luck or problems, and to absorb the fire's warmth in order to be enlightened.

But can't you at least bask a little bit in the warmth of a win over the Spuds and give the mantra a break?!

They exert their will over their children and punish them with little warmth or support.

I dress it up with a scarf and nice pair of jeans and heeled booties, or zip it up over my workout clothes to get a little extra warmth on an outdoor run.

I dress it up with a scarf and nice pair of jeans and heeled booties, or zip it up over my workout clothes to get a little extra warmth on an outdoor run.

I love that it is a thicker material, which adds a little bit of warmth over my thin tank.

Since winter in Texas means a slight chill in the air, sometimes layering isn't always needed so I just settled for a little leg warmth by wearing the over the knee boots.

It's my lived - in obsession when the leaves start to change, because it's uber comfy and versatile; throwing a darker embroidered chambray top over the Staci Draped Dress adds another layer of warmth and rich cobalt color, and these little leopard booties then get the spotlight.

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).

As a bigtime fall lover, I was getting wistful about saying au revoir to my tights, boots and blazers, but now that a little warmth has set in over Seattle this week I find myself longing for lingering happy hours out on the deck at Linda's, more walks around Green Lake with my pals, and moving my sewing table in front of the windows so I can enjoy the view while working on new delights to share with you all.

What a great, versatile piece... and perfect for wearing over a cute little holiday dress for a little extra warmth

Like a good pair of jeans, a leather jacket can be thrown on for any occasion — when it's just a little breezy, layered over a hoodie, or even worn under an overcoat for extra comfort and warmth.

Gamiss was kind enough to send me 3 other items... SO, if you keep scrolling to the last 2 photos, you'll see a cute Elbow Patch Asymmetrical Cardigan that layers over this ruffle top for a little extra warmth.

She wears a motorcycle jacket layered over it for a little added warmth.

Keep a cashmere cardigan on the back of your chair to layer over dresses when the air conditioning is blasting in the summer and for when you need a little extra warmth in the winter.

-- MAC Pro Conceal and Correct Palette in Light (Review here) on spots, scars and a little around my nose to conceal redness — Maybelline Mattemaker Powder in «Light Beige «(Review here) dusted lightly all over my face to take away the shine — The Body Shop Honey Bronze Bronzer in 02 (Review here) for warmth and color — Maybelline Fit Me Concealer in 15 (Review here) on top of my undereye corrector, taken down on the cheekbones of highlighting.

Over a series of little intimacies Haleys steady hand balances the weight of lifes sorrows with generosity, wit and warmth: especially when the titles meaning becomes tenderly clear.

The metallic side table adds a little bling, while the artwork over the fireplace was chosen for its scale and warmth.

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.

I can speculate that we were charging into summer when, once again, the room would feel a little warm, even though we rarely use our air conditioning due to the pleasure of mother nature's natural air conditioning... a wonderful fog bank that creeps over the hills most evenings and cools us down, thank you Newport Beach, the red color gave off a psychological warmth (if there is such a thing).