Sentences with phrase «write on the wall telling»

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The former CIA chief told him that some of the most meaningful moments in his job were when he'd see a card he wrote an employee years ago still tacked on to his or her wall.

I'd written one book about Wall Street, Liar's Poker, and pretty much assumed I'd never write another, as I further assumed that nothing would ever happen on Wall Street that was as interesting to me as what had happened to me — or, if it did, I'd be the last person anyone on Wall Street would want to tell about it.

The author of this Blog, a Mr. Edward Grinnan wrote,» We've been telling our stories since we could carve on cave walls, and probably longer.

Like the Blogger - Edward Grinnan wrote,» We've been telling our stories since we could carve on cave walls, and probably longer.»

The empty seats tell their own story; once they had begun to spread through the stadium like a virus, illustrated by the increasing visibility of the white cannon in the East Stand's lower tier, the writing had to be on the wall for the boss.

The man who wrote an 18 - page thesis on a three - man midfield told The Wall Street Journal's Joshua Robinson: «I'm against all those people who say that there's still something to invent in football.

Now, the writing appears to be on the proverbial wall: A growing body of data on eSET tells an uplifting story for prospective parents undergoing in vitro fertilization (IVF).

He told Sky News» Murnaghan programme: «When you have a situation where the majority of a country up to the age of 55 is already voting for independence, I think the writing's on the wall for Westminster.»

At a certain point, our dullard duo Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim (who wrote, directed, and star) break the fourth wall, turn directly to the camera, and explain half of a joke they just told (It's about the play on «soft» and «hard,» they say, forgetting, apparently, to mention the comic «Rule of Three» that precedes it).

How to Retire Your Professional Identity Wall Street Journal, 2/25/14 «I listened to them tell about the difficulties of letting go and leaving; the tensions and ambivalence that people experienced — whether their exits were chosen or forced — in taking on their new life when they could still feel the vestigial residue of the old,» writes Professor Sara Lawrence - Lightfoot.

They welcomed families, telling everyone their new slogan, writing it on classroom walls, pencils, even student uniforms: «Commodore to College.»

Schnieders — The history of this French manufacturer — founded in 1910 — is related by Marc Douezy / 1932 Riley special — Malcolm Robertson describes this unique car a replica of the Rileys that drove overland from Australia to enter the 1932 Monte Carlo Rally / 1957 Ferrarids 500 TRC — A superbly restored junior (4 - cylinder) Testa Rossa has been driven by Ian Fraser / History on the Wall — John Dunne describes a series of commemorative plaques of Sir Malcolm Campbell and former Wolverhampton motor car manufacturers / Body - swap Sunbeam — This interesting story of an old (1914) body fitted to a new (1929) chassis is told by Bill Dowsing / 1929 Rolls - Royce Phantom I. — This month The Editor examines a splendid example of «the best car in the world», and asks whether the claim can be justified / Streamlining — Nick Walker writes about the development of streamlining as applied to motor cars from the early 1930s onwards / The Bleriot Whippet — Michael Worthington - Williams recalls the cycle car manufacturer who enjoyed a limited success in the 1920s.

A writing sprint is about going balls to the walls for X amount of time and telling your inner editor to shut up and hold on.

I would never have dared splash such a story on the walls of the Summerhouse if not for flash fiction and the wonderful writing freedom it unleashed (and a few of you telling me you enjoyed it when I first published it here, thank you!).

Centered on the notion of image - making as pictorial writing, or what Aupetitallot calls a «visualized narration,» the focus in «Tell Me a Story» is on a generation of artists whose work has a novelistic or story - like quality, from Karen Kilimnik and Raymond Pettibon to Xavier Veilhan and Jeff Wall.

, 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,

«While I believe AT&T is happy with the recent FCC decision on Net neutrality, they see the writing on the wall that the other side will simply not stop,» he told the E-Commerce Times.

I now read the writing on the wall and move on when the universe tells me it is time.

Tell me who the fuck this Dan guy is, and why is he writing on your Facebook wall — oh, he's your stepbrother?