Sentences with phrase «where blind men»

To a place where blind men see Can you take me Higher?

I was watching a movie once where a blind man was standing at the crosswalk of a busy intersection.

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-- a man would see a brilliant light during his lifetime that no one else saw — a man would hear a voice of another man no one else saw — all the other men would hear the same voice — all the other men would not see the brilliant light — Saul would be renamed to Paul and go through with it — Paul would arrive at a place where another man shows up at a specific time — the other man placing his hand on him and telling him he will be healed — Paul can now see, previously blind since the brilliant light event

Gold vermilion gash which — melting, flowing, pulsing — is yet always perfectly defining, accurately designing, and, enlightening one's mind, enflaming one's heart, catches the eye and snatches the ear: one hears the glowing — O heart of matter Thou art matter of the heart — and the blind man, captured in a rapture, sees the singing: Behold here iridescence where the sun never sets.

For this mid-wife's tale, we turn to Matthew 16, where the midwives are men who «have journeyed blind» with a new prophet.

If it be so, and it is the hope of every good man that there is a resurrection where there shall be no difference, where the deaf man shall hear, the blind man see, where he that bore a form of misery shall be fair like all the others, then there is indeed on this side of the grave some such resurrection each time a man, by willing to do all or to suffer all, rises up by entering into the commitment, and remains bound to the Good in the commitment.

† Just because a Blind Christian has the need to feel as if they posses a traditional family lifestyle, religious holidays where the give their kids chocolate eggs, dvd gifts on christmas of movies full of women acting as the equals of men (Against the bible), a lack of understanding culture, and the feeling of belonging, does not mean all people need / want / or feel that way.

In the Fourth Gospel, written in Hellenistic Ephesus, where reincarnation was a common idea, as everywhere among the Greeks, Jesus is represented facing the old question of suffering as penalty — «As he passed by, he saw a man blind from his birth.

The facts were, chiefly, these: Jesus of Nazareth, a man anointed by the Spirit and divinely accredited by mighty works, who went about doing good, and healing all those who were oppressed by the devil (for God was with him), who was put to death by the blind and misguided authorities, religious and civil, at Jerusalem, where he was crucified — all this is preliminary and descriptive, as identifying him, like the central clauses in the Apostles» Creed.

@TH14atl the list of the players you gave me were players who were naturally central midfielders but could play in cmf position and you also gave me no 10's who could also play cmf so i do not get your take.However did you see that they were being played in their best positions.I am also against Ramsey on the wing but i will not be blinded by the fact that if he should be put in box to box role he will be better than santi in that role.But from what you said i think we might just sell cant we.Have you forgotten the man utd match last season where peeps were like O!

On top of that, there have been numerous occasions where even a blind man could work out Wenger's in game tactics.

We all know that Arsene Wenger stubbornly persists where even a blind man can see that what he is trying isn't working.

Just imagin a scenerio where campbel ws french and sanogo ws not french, lets nt beat around the bush n pretend we r blind to what wenger does, liverpool gave sterling a chanc man u the same to januzaj nw luk wher they r bt for wenger our youngsters has huge potential bt they rot on the bench take the example of Ox for hw many years hs he been in our team n we r seeing no improvmnt and the boy is good nowdays wenger hinders the progress of our youngstars n to be frank campbell is right to want to leav us coz i dnt thnk he wil play mo games than the beloved Sanogo nt because sanogo z better than him bt simply bcoz he z french!

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by Cari Beauchamp The Spanish Prisoner by Jason Gorber The Spanish Prisoner by Karen Jaehne The Spanish Prisoner by Richard Schwartz The Spanish Prisoner by Robin J. Schwartz Three Kings by Thom Bennett Partial Filmography: Adaptation The Alamo Assassin (s) The Big Lebowski The Blind Side Carol The Celluloid Closet The Chamber Conspiracy Theory Fargo Gods and Monsters High Fidelity The Jackal No Country for Old Men O Brother, Where Art Thou?

This time, she gets stuck in the labyrinth of the City of Night, where a statuesque blind angel man named Pygar (John Phillip Law) helps her.

Like the parable of the blind men and the elephant — where each man forms an opinion of the elephant based on the part they touched — , people have many differing ideas of the exact nature of gamification for the workforce.

Where I'll be talking about how analyzing novels is like being in the Blind Men and the Elephant story and giving away another 5 page critique!

It was only a few minutes drive to the next town of Haut Villiers, (which mans high place and an apt description of this quaint hilly town) where the near blind Benedictine monk lived and died.

, 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,

Given that women have long outnumbered men among the ranks of paralegals, it would seem safe to assume that here is at least one segment of the legal profession where salaries are blind to gender.