Sentence examples similar to looking at the wake from inspiring English sources

I also want it to improve itself over time -- look at the way Tesla owners wake up to all sorts of cool new car features!

Wake looks at the aftermath of war, and is set around Armistice Day 1920 when the body of the unknown warrior was brought back from France for burial in Westminster Abbey.

So she stayed looking at the froth stirred up in the wake of the boat and the thought occurred to her that in a certain kind of story — not the kind that anybody made up anymore — the thing for her to do would be to throw herself into the water.

They gently banter, act out scenes that involve a flesh-eating ghost (drawn from an unrealized project of Mr. Apichatpong's called "Ecstasy Garden"), ruminate on the political history of the border waterway, look at the hypnotic wake patterns of speedboats in the river and listen to a guitarist, who improvises a wistful melody for the film's duration.

"People don't talk about it, but the menopause, for me, makes you feel slightly dead, so you have to start using the other things – using your mind more, read more, you have to be more enlightened, you have to take on new things, think of new ideas, discover new things, start looking at the stars, understand astronomy … just wake yourself up, otherwise it's a gentle decline.

So I went in there and pulled the guy out, and then all of a sudden I felt something happening, and I dove into the foam, and there was an explosion, and the next thing I knew I woke up looking at the side of my truck.

For my first few weeks, I woke up everyday looking at the unfamiliar ceilings of my dorm room and suddenly felt this indescribable empty sensation.

I remember particularly your pictures of a Spanish wake [above], of people looking at the dead man's face — how many exposures did you make?

Now I'm waking up this morning looking at the news and seeing me getting hit again".

You wouldn't call Raleigh the city that never sleeps, unless you were looking at the Wake County Jail, where the lights never go out.

Well, one day in 1917 I was standing on the deck of my ship looking back at the wake — it was all white because of the bubbles — and I began wondering idly how many bubbles there were back there.