Sentences with phrase «wondered at who»

She thought the gesture was really sweet and wondered at who it might have come from.

Here, I lurk in wonder at who the hell has time to watch TV programs regularly.

The audiences can alternately wonder at those who misunderstand Jesus and admire those who immediately grasp his divine mission.

Learn how to focus on Christ during Advent and you will gain a greater sense of awe and wonder at who Jesus is.

Not exact matches

At Quiet Light Brokerage, while we have seen a strong uptick in the number of Amazon businesses for sale, we have also heard strong feedback from seasoned acquisition experts who wonder about the viability of a business built on Amazon's marketplace.

SONDERS: The uncertainty factor lifted, and you just can't help but wonder whether that uncertainty was such a weight that regardless of who won, the fact that at least we knew who the ultimate victor was would have been enough to incite a rally.

You have to wonder at the blind optimism of anyone who runs a mid-market department store anywhere in the galaxy, never mind in Canada.

Then, after Brown left, the school and the boosters couldn't agree on who to hire and now, at least some of those boosters are wondering what they got for their money.

«I wondered how I could live without my teenagers,» says DiMaggio, who was retiring at age 57.

After my traditional line of questioning and selling the great points about the career ahead for anyone lucky enough to get this position, I launched into my full disclosure and she sat staring at me like one does a child who is walking a fine balance atop a 4 - foot brick wall — with anticipation, excitement and a heaping does of sheer shock and wonder all mixed together.

At the same time, if a CEO comes to work wearing a tie while the rest of the company is more casual, I'd wonder who was driving the culture.»

Even though Branson is a celebrity CEO (if he's not the most famous entrepreneur in the world I wonder who is), he's fulfilling a traditional function that other great hoteliers - and with the launch of Virgin Hotels he is now firmly a hotelier, though he runs his hotel brand primarily via the brand leadership of hospitality veteran Raul Leal who is his Hotels President - also take on: committing to be at the opening of every new hotel.

It's natural to look at a rival's staff and wonder who could help your business.

And who among us hasn't, at some point, wondered if your non-locking suitcase was rifled through — did I leave that new scarf in the hotel room or did someone take it?

PROFESSOR L. B. NAMIER, the distinguished professor of modern history at Manchester University, who wrote these words, is not alone in wondering.

And it's not just the smaller sites that everyone is looking at, wondering whether they have enough money to survive, and who will be the next to either close down or be bought by a larger entity.

Since some might wonder, I'll point out that I'm not technically a professional journalist myself — I'm a professor who dabbles at blogging — but I take my independence seriously, and I assure you that the first time anyone in management at Rogers Media (owner of Canadian Business) tries to tell me what to write in this space, that will be the very last day I write for them.

«I was wondering aloud if I should have become a physician and my colleague, who happens to be a global health physician and researcher, was telling me that most of his problems were actually management problems,» recalls McGahan, a professor of Strategic Management at the Rotman School of Management.

And literally everyone who relies on the federal government for anything, including Congress, will be wondering just how many things are going wrong, or being left undone, because the people at the top are spending their time playing Trump's guessing game instead of doing their jobs.

Short term, it might just be a couple customers here and there who use it and we're excited enough by that, but long term the ability to process payments at much lower fees will do wonders for us financially.

The officials at the Department of Veterans Affairs who took the unusual step of calling for Shulkin's ouster will have to keep wondering how much longer he'll stick around.

Past experience, to the extent that it is part of memory at all, is dismissed as the primitive refuge of those who do not have the insight to appreciate the incredible wonders of the...

But parents and childhood experts have been wondering what effects smart speakers may have on young kids, who may not quite understand whether Alexa is human and maybe learn from barking orders at her that barking orders is OK.

I still look (glare) at the teacher who is teaching the class that I am in and wonder what I ever did to them to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment.

Venture capitalists are, in a way, the gatekeepers to Silicon Valley, and if they are a group of white men who studied at places like Stanford, it is no wonder that most of the entrepreneurs fit the same mold.

That is the number of Wall Street traders / PMs who are hard at work and have only lived their professional lives in the wonder years and have never experienced a bear market.

We can only wonder at the credulity of all those intellectuals who staked so much on so little evidence.

Those who continue at church might wonder if staying close friends with someone making wrong choices, will incline them too towards making wrong choices.

As a Lutheran who has been born again, Pope Francis is someone who you can look at and wonder if we can ever follow as closely in Jesus» footsteps as this man does.

Children not among the targeted audience: those who worry about having enough food to last through the weekend, those who wonder why their father is no longer at home, and those who must learn to avoid neighborhood violence.

How truly well put, stunningly beautiful... not only did you express your experience perfectly but you have offered many of us who wander and wonder a sense of the greater peace through the door of love and forgiveness... acknowledging the fact that a steeple, a sermon, nor an offering plate are a requirement in finding God at the heart of us all...

Book X of the Confessions repeatedly professes wonder at the God who has made us with such a capacity:

I wonder if the people who are so focused on pointing the finger at Obama actually behave like true Christians?

We have the lowly at the bottom who have little except for their «faith», then you have the guys with a special link to their «deity», who preach to the lowly about all their «sins»... I wonder what's in it for the creator?

I wonder if what the Church desperately needs is to shift its focus; to stop gazing at the gilded and focus its eyes on the men and women who, in our midst, are hurting.

A friend of mine who also observed the group at the hotel wondered out loud, «How would Camping's tribe deal with it if the prophecy did not transpire?»

I've been snowbound since Sunday evening, stuck at home with kids who resent the fact that there are no snow days in homeschool, a wife who wonders why I don't have a job in south Florida (but only on cold winter days), and two animals (a neurotic dog who keeps asking to go out and then to come in, and a kitten that is constantly hunting my various appendages).

Its always one step at a time Just like congress selling out our freedoms, I wonder who gives them their marching orders?

There was a security, love, and wonder I sensed (at an early age) that only Catholics had ¯ the hushed, steepled churches and the priests; the parish school with veiled nuns whose black habits swept the floors; the picture of the pope on the bedroom wall, a strange man with what looked like an eggshell on his head who gave the sense of a wider world and eternity.

Recalling my initial outrage at the «Yooks» grandfather standing there, not heeding the plea of his grandson, I wondered how many of those who support mutual assured destruction are grandfathers, or grandmothers or parents.

Also a wonder is the woman who greets the guests unflustered at the door with the table already set, the kitchen spotless.

When we are surrounded by people who, at least on the surface, believe the same things we believe, there's often no impetus for wonder — no cause to dig deeper and get to the roots of our tenets.

It may not be your friend that you're eulogizing; it may not even be an acquaintance, but I wonder how the Holy Spirit would minister through a pastor who communicates orthopathos at funerals?

I can't believe how many young people I know now, friends of my own children, kids who hang out at our own house, who's hearts have been crushed beyond recognition and sometimes I wonder beyond repair... some by their parents, some by other authorities, and some by the church.

The truth of it all is that I do have eleventy - billion chances in a day to choose love, to breathe out wonder, to love, to serve, to choose life and life more abundant, working out who I was meant to be all along and meeting something beautiful at every summit, never futile, «if anything matters, everything matters.»

Is there any wonder at the Church being weak, sickly, not knowing their Bible or the One Who wrote it?

For many other scientists, however, and for people of a modernistic bent of mind who saw in the sciences «a new messiah,» or at least a directive of life displacing both religion and philosophy, this preoccupation with the immediacies to the exclusion of ultimates meant frankly a secularizing of life, that is, a relinquishing of all ideal or transcendent aspects which hope and wonder might evoke.

With tears in their eyes, they confess that they too lie awake at night wondering how a loving God could damn the majority of his creation to hell, how a God who «desires that all be saved» could leave so many without hope.

An interesting perspective... because we can still wonder whether the entire universe is controlled by an alien being who might at any moment do something for which there has been no precedent in all of human memory... we could still see beyond that practically all - powerful being a being that we could rightfully know to be God even to that other being to whom we are at their mercy.

(Occasionally I would catch the eye of the guard who checked on us at regular intervals through the large picture window into the chapel; his look of sheer wonder and simultaneous suspicion was noteworthy.)