Sentence examples similar to leaves pulse from inspiring English sources

Roast beef lovers won't be satisfied by a diet of green leaves, pulses, fruit and nuts.

Tamara Colon left Pulse about 10 minutes before the shooting took place and learned the full horror of what had happened when friends who were trapped inside started to send her text messages.

In an OPD incident report, Officer Jeffrey Rine said that all survivors in the bar and dance floor had left Pulse.

Leaving Pulse aside, some two-dozen of the past six months' mass shootings have come in the middle of the night at or near bars, clubs, late-night restaurants, or strip joints.

Right ↑ (left ↓) pulses change the value of a by positive (negative) impulses of magnitude C. σ i 2 parameterizes noise in the initial value of a. σ a 2 a diffusion constant, parameterizing noise in a. σ s 2 parameterizes noise when adding the evidence from a Right or Left pulse: variance σ s 2 is added to the amplitude C of the evidence contributed by each click.

Played by Mia Wasikowska, Alice looks a touch dazed: she seems to have left her pulse above ground when she fell down the rabbit hole of Mr. Burton's imagination.

Because, he replied, 'life was getting too safe.' " When Mailer's finger left the pulse of the zeitgeist — which it did with some regularity — it more often than not settled on the third rail of intellectual discourse: sexual politics.

The original signal was then filtered with the LPC file using the command "Filter (inverse)" to remove all spectral variation, leaving only pulse information.

Head left to pulsing Lebuh Chulia and left again onto Lebuh Carnavon for a pit stop at a new addition to this strip of restaurants, The Daily Dose Café & Wineshop.

At a certain height, hereby denoted as "transitional level", a pulse leaves the region of gas thrust (negatively buoyant), crosses the level of neutral buoyancy, and enters a region in which buoyant convection takes over (see e.g., Sparks 1986).

And I am acutely aware of a sense of self-celebration in the uproar of wings against flower petals and the breeze moving under and around leaves and the pulse of fuel beating along the vines, and I know it's just nature enjoying itself but I cannot help, nonetheless, somehow, to feel with a great sense of gratitude, that the party is, at least partly, for me.