Sentences with phrase «way out of the deserted»

There's no obvious way out of the desert, and you don't know if you're moving forward or you're moving backwards, moving to the left or moving to the right.

They're never heard from again, and they leave Nate to find his own way out of the desert.

After a self - service, fresh fruit and coffee breakfast we assemble in the Lounge Car to disembark the train and get into our tiered eight - seater covered wagons, picking up our water bottles and rain capes from the staff on the way out of the deserted rail platform.

Not exact matches

It is like saying there is not smoke with out fire, like sighting a droppings and trail of foot prints you would realize that a camel and passenger passed the desert then the seeing of the greatness of the mountains and passages through them, the seas great waves the skies it helps to realize the existence of super power «GOD» above all... any way it is like the verses written in the Quran «GOD «Allah speaking about how he had created earth to man by the mountains, seas and rain from skies which brings life to earth..

It is the passage of a people through the solitude and dangers of the desert, as it carves out its own way in the following of Jesus Christ.

Nowhere else is God's time so exposed in our lives as in a desert experience: out of control of all that shapes our lives, we are open to God's time scale, God's ways.

For a peasant woman's child in occupied territory in an out - of - the - way corner of the Roman Empire to have become the man he did, attracting what looked like flash - in - the - pan attention during his brief years of ministry, unknown to most of his contemporaries and viewed as an upstart, a wonder - worker, or a fanatic by most of those who knew about him, dying a felon's death deserted by most of his close and trusted friends with the incredible rumor then circulated that he had risen again — what chance had he of any lasting fame?

Still determined to make it to the pits he jumped out and pushed it the rest of the way so that his team could try and fix the problem asap - no mean feat in the desert heat!

People who go out of their way to prove their disloyalty should be allowed their just deserts.

Yes, I was so touched that she had gone out of her way to find a recipe to make the desert and I had to share a picture of the porch!

«For guys (and girls) who normally only wear sneakers, investing in a pair of desert boots is the perfect way to branch out.

A depressing gig at a mostly deserted Mexican restaurant takes them to the brink of calling it quits but local punk enthusiast Reece (Joe Cole) convinces the makeup of the band — Sam (Alia Shawkat), Pat (Anton Yelchin), Tiger (Callum Turner) and Daniel (Mark Webber)-- to travel a wee bit out of their way for a «legit» gig.

They cast their glances out the open garage doors and into the early morning black toward the sound as it whips its way across the Nevada desert, a thin moon and a scattering of stars the only light to be seen.

This sunbaked desert commune attracts a motley array of bohemian itinerants living out of RVs, trailers, and abandoned vehicles, choosing to otherwise shun the way conventionally structured society operates.

Our drive to the desert is a three - hour straight shot out I - 10, which doesn't offer much in the way of in - depth vehicle - dynamics analysis.

The same article quoted Col. James Cluff, the commander of the Air Force's 432nd Wing, which runs drone operations from a desert outpost about 45 miles northwest of Las Vegas: «Having our folks make that mental shift every day, driving into the gate and thinking, «All right, I've got my war face on, and I'm going to the fight,» and then driving out of the gate and stopping at Walmart to pick up a carton of milk or going to the soccer game on the way home — and the fact that you can't talk about most of what you do at home — all those stressors together are what is putting pressure on the family, putting pressure on the airman.»

Thoroughly relaxed and with little motivation to do much else for the rest of the day, I made my way outside and up a set of stairs to the pool where I whittled away the rest of the afternoon under the desert sun having lunch and trying out a few cocktails, including the Arizona Fire & Ice, made with vodka, lemonade, prickly pear and jalapeno.

Straight out of an old Western film is Canyonlands, located in Moab, Utah — a dramatic desert landscape, where the Colorado River has snaked its way through the Earth with jaw - dropping results.

The next you're helping a gangly jazz musician climb out of a cello case and find his way through a deserted train station, under gravelly voice - over.

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Alternating tubes of purplish blue, lime green, and lemon yellow in the large - scale work «Pacific Jazz» enliven the gallery, while the sage and gold of «Way Out West» evoke a desert at sunset.

, 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,

As climate change makes the desert nation hotter and drier, and a growing economy uses more water, the United Arab Emirates is giving $ 5m to researchers finding ways to wring more moisture out of clouds