Sentence examples for acts of private from inspiring English sources

So, Thursday, we heard from people who have benefited from Romney's acts of private charity.

It could be usefully spent in acts of private social reparation – and in the classroom.

Also included in worship are acts of private response: spoken or unspoken prayers, silence, the assumption of particular postures, ritual acts and gestures, and individual acts of veneration of persons or objects.

Tate has been built on such acts of private generosity, beginning in 1897 when the sugar magnate Sir Henry Tate paid for the original building on Millbank (now Tate Britain) and gave the nation his collection of British paintings.

Some might say that imaginary friends are cultivated at the expense of real ones, and that the contemplation of such things as George Michael's astonishing acts of private generosity is no substitute for actually giving yourself to a food bank or visiting granny in her nursing home.

The debate can be summed up in this rhetorical question: "Why should the government through its spending be subsidizing acts of private discrimination that it would be forbidden by the Constitution to do itself?" See Bakke, at 329 336 (Brennan, dissenting).

(One of those étoiles, Aurélie Dupont, now the Opera's artistic director, sat in the dark at the Whitney, quietly, unrecognized, performing an act of private homage. She slipped out, impossibly chic and beautiful, before the cocktail party that followed).

And it somehow works, often in clever fashion, as when Fuller describes the seemingly simple act of Private Payne playing taps to troops jamming in a Korean War-era barracks: "Day is done.

Or, as Elyot says gloomily, raising a glass to Amanda, the woman he divorced but cannot get out of his system, "To hell with love!" That toast occurs at the end of the first act of "Private Lives," by which time the perfectly oiled machinery of Coward's plot has been set into purring motion.

For many young people today, however, reading is not an act of private communion with an author whom they imagine vaguely, if at all, but a prelude to a social experience — following the author on Twitter, meeting other readers, collaborating with them on projects, writing fan fiction.

You must throw up in a group of men, and throw up loudly, turning what is normally an act of private shame into a public declaration of pride.