Let me give you some advice. Leave me alone, and leave my friends alone. Leave us all alone, and stop trying to take them away from me. When you learn to enjoy what you have and stop complaining, you can come back. Tough love, kid. But you abandoned me and betrayed me. You have to earn my respect back, not automatically gain it.
We always look to other people for advice. Never to ourselves. We give advice to others. Never to ourselves. I think there are times when we don’t trust ourselves to make the right decisions. We need others to justify our decisions for us. I think it’s time to start trusting ourselves.
“advice? after all this, and advice is what you want?” Mila’s voice is cooler than it usually is, and her lips are a thin line. the old wrinkles of her face are very defined, even in the dim light.
“yes.” Answer simply, that is what Rhy told me to do.
“then here, girl, i’ll give you some,” she pauses, sighs. “love.” she says, a smile spreading across her mouth. Rhy’s face floods my mind, a welcome, crashing waterwall. pull me under, pull me under.
Then Mila’s eyes close as softly as a butterfly’s kiss. and they do not open agian.
She had been advised not to go this way, but did she listen? She had no reason to believe the advice, so that was how she found herself in the dark forest. She should have listened; the voices from the wood were calling to them. Deeper, deeper in they went.
People give me advice sometimes. Well, not really. I actively look for it. But somehow, the only advice I will choose to follow is my own. Too much pride, you see. It usually ends up working fine, until I do something completely stupid. Then I’m screwed.
Does it not strike you as odd that deep down we do not really need advice since we already know what the best solution for us is… we seek to have the decision taken from our plates… so we can blame bad outcome on others mostly…
Advice is just a fancy way to give your opinion. It makes you appear more worldly and experienced to be able to advise others, rather than saying “let me give my opinion”.
Sitting down in a comfortable room. The man comes through the door gives me a smile and sits down in his leather chair. My hands are clasped together and start to get clammy and sweaty. He smiles and I smile back. He pulls out his clipboard, takes a big breath and starts to speak.
The advice i thought about today was some advice that had been given to me not long ago: about the importance of forming your own opinion on a topic and being able to back it up with a valid argument. I’m worried though. I haven’t yet formed this skill and time is running out to do so.
Advice is easily given but tough to follow. We should be very careful and discerning in giving as well as receiving advice. False friends may give us advice to harm us. But trustworthy people always give good advice. Follow your own advice – practice what you preach !
it means that someone help’s you.but it reminds me of adding.when I say add it always reminds me of advice.I love adding and I love when someone gives me “advice”!
Advice is given when both needed most and least. This time, though, she needed it. As she listened close, she could hear a hint of regret. Obviously, this woman has known what it’s like to lose someone so dear to a simple cause.
So , I was giving advice to my teacher the other day and she was like, OMIGOD that is the perfect solution to the problem i was having and then she thought that I meant something else and I actually hadn’t meant something else, but she thought that I had meant that other thing.
Some people give it…and don’t follow their own. Some people give it away way to easily. It’s way to hard to follow. Sometimes people ask me for it and I have no idea what to say. Cause life is hard…not easy. Sometimes I want to ask for it but I’m too afraid.
When someone offers you advice it’s because they care about you. Advice is normally about life, love, health, and big decisions in general. I give a lot of advice to my friends. Advice can sometimes be hard to follow, especially if it is something you don’t want to do.
I give a lot of advice. However, I can’t seem to give it to myself. Advice is sometimes as damning as it is helpful, I think. If you get advice from other people then it changes something in your mind, and you might do what you’re supposed to do instead of what you want to do. I mean, that changes nearly everything, doesn’t it? If you don’t follow your heart then what is the point?
I’m not big on advice. Giving or receiving it. My philosophy is more along the lines of “I’ll do me and let you do you.” I try to stay out of other’s problems, because I’m too busy handling my own. I’m not trying to be rude, but sometimes my problems are a little bit too much for one person. Too much for me.
The cracked wooden sign
hanging like a man
whispered to the walking
Each glass came drenched
no matter how long or dry the tongue
the pint or pitcher, shot or tumbler
stayed water marked
remained a memory wanted forgotten
I guess it was hard to do, to actually sit down and listen. It wasn’t like I was asking for anything, but I just wanted something. I think he knew that, just by the way I carried myself around lately. It’s like he could see all the wrong that was in me. He must have known the answer, too, because here we sat, him telling me what I needed to do and me caring for once in my stupid, simple life.
The best advice I ever received was probably to not destroy my mother’s prize winning roses. Because after my dad told me that, he accidentally ran over them with his lawnmower and she yelled so loud that the neighbors called the police.
I want you to know that my music isn’t about you. Really it’s about me and you shouldn’t take my words to heart. But that’s just me making excuses. I’m so scared that you’ll take it all the wrong way. So, let the way I look at you tell you it all.
there are advice columns in magazines or newspapers. I like to give advice. Usually, people tell me I give good advice. Maybe I should have a column. Advice is giving somebody an idea of what they can do in a situation where they are worried or confused.
something i really need. and yet it’s nowhere to be found. i’ve looked in every place, in every person. nothing. and so now i’m lost. thank you. thank you. i shall sit here alone. wondering to myself. because i was never given a place to go or a person to be. great.
I guess I’m one of those people that’s really open to listening to you and giving you advice. But here’s my tip for you for today. Stop it. Stop making us kids with a sense of identity upset about having said identity. Stop making us cry because we’re not like you. It’s not fair and, in my honest opinion, it’s pathetic. Stop bullying.
“I need some help,” she asked, eyes locked on her worn leather boots. The sued had rubbed away at the tips, leaving only smooth and glossy fabric behind.
i am not the person to ask for advice. i don’t mind listening, sharing and helping to evaluate a situation, but i don’t necessarily like giving advice. it’s an awkward situation. i prefer to share my experiences and their outcome and perhaps help the person see another avenue of closure. it’s not always good to tell someone what to do. their life is best left up to them.
look, here’s some advice.stop talking. you’re always running your mouth, saying things you’re sure you’ll deny later….it’s pathetic. i dont want to hear it. no one wants to hear it.
Our friendship changed the year I started attending private school. I didn’t see her for months, and then when we met again we sat together for awhile, waiting for the old games to occur to us. The ones where we were princesses lost in the woods, or orphans abandoned at birth. But the stories didn’t come, and instead we talked about our lives which had changed in the past year. She asked me for advice.
One word of advice, she said.
Son, don’t go on trying to pull more than you’re capable of!
Keep it real and work hard!
Nothing comes for free.
I nodded and wiped my tears.
i give a lot of advice and i think that most people dont want to hear it i dont always want to but i do anyway…i should stop.
Advice. So easily given. So difficult to receive.
Let me give you some advice. Leave me alone, and leave my friends alone. Leave us all alone, and stop trying to take them away from me. When you learn to enjoy what you have and stop complaining, you can come back. Tough love, kid. But you abandoned me and betrayed me. You have to earn my respect back, not automatically gain it.
We always look to other people for advice. Never to ourselves. We give advice to others. Never to ourselves. I think there are times when we don’t trust ourselves to make the right decisions. We need others to justify our decisions for us. I think it’s time to start trusting ourselves.
“advice? after all this, and advice is what you want?” Mila’s voice is cooler than it usually is, and her lips are a thin line. the old wrinkles of her face are very defined, even in the dim light.
“yes.” Answer simply, that is what Rhy told me to do.
“then here, girl, i’ll give you some,” she pauses, sighs. “love.” she says, a smile spreading across her mouth. Rhy’s face floods my mind, a welcome, crashing waterwall. pull me under, pull me under.
Then Mila’s eyes close as softly as a butterfly’s kiss. and they do not open agian.
She had been advised not to go this way, but did she listen? She had no reason to believe the advice, so that was how she found herself in the dark forest. She should have listened; the voices from the wood were calling to them. Deeper, deeper in they went.
People give me advice sometimes. Well, not really. I actively look for it. But somehow, the only advice I will choose to follow is my own. Too much pride, you see. It usually ends up working fine, until I do something completely stupid. Then I’m screwed.
Does it not strike you as odd that deep down we do not really need advice since we already know what the best solution for us is… we seek to have the decision taken from our plates… so we can blame bad outcome on others mostly…
social network
Advice is just a fancy way to give your opinion. It makes you appear more worldly and experienced to be able to advise others, rather than saying “let me give my opinion”.
Sitting down in a comfortable room. The man comes through the door gives me a smile and sits down in his leather chair. My hands are clasped together and start to get clammy and sweaty. He smiles and I smile back. He pulls out his clipboard, takes a big breath and starts to speak.
social
The advice i thought about today was some advice that had been given to me not long ago: about the importance of forming your own opinion on a topic and being able to back it up with a valid argument. I’m worried though. I haven’t yet formed this skill and time is running out to do so.
Advice is easily given but tough to follow. We should be very careful and discerning in giving as well as receiving advice. False friends may give us advice to harm us. But trustworthy people always give good advice. Follow your own advice – practice what you preach !
it means that someone help’s you.but it reminds me of adding.when I say add it always reminds me of advice.I love adding and I love when someone gives me “advice”!
I don’t want anyone’s advice anymore. It seems that all who offer have an agenda. The only agenda I follow is my own.
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Advice is given when both needed most and least. This time, though, she needed it. As she listened close, she could hear a hint of regret. Obviously, this woman has known what it’s like to lose someone so dear to a simple cause.
So , I was giving advice to my teacher the other day and she was like, OMIGOD that is the perfect solution to the problem i was having and then she thought that I meant something else and I actually hadn’t meant something else, but she thought that I had meant that other thing.
Some people give it…and don’t follow their own. Some people give it away way to easily. It’s way to hard to follow. Sometimes people ask me for it and I have no idea what to say. Cause life is hard…not easy. Sometimes I want to ask for it but I’m too afraid.
When someone offers you advice it’s because they care about you. Advice is normally about life, love, health, and big decisions in general. I give a lot of advice to my friends. Advice can sometimes be hard to follow, especially if it is something you don’t want to do.
I give a lot of advice. However, I can’t seem to give it to myself. Advice is sometimes as damning as it is helpful, I think. If you get advice from other people then it changes something in your mind, and you might do what you’re supposed to do instead of what you want to do. I mean, that changes nearly everything, doesn’t it? If you don’t follow your heart then what is the point?
I don’t give advice. It is better to live your own life and learn. Everyone has to learn for themselves.
I’m not big on advice. Giving or receiving it. My philosophy is more along the lines of “I’ll do me and let you do you.” I try to stay out of other’s problems, because I’m too busy handling my own. I’m not trying to be rude, but sometimes my problems are a little bit too much for one person. Too much for me.
Ye Olde Howse
The cracked wooden sign
hanging like a man
whispered to the walking
Each glass came drenched
no matter how long or dry the tongue
the pint or pitcher, shot or tumbler
stayed water marked
remained a memory wanted forgotten
I guess it was hard to do, to actually sit down and listen. It wasn’t like I was asking for anything, but I just wanted something. I think he knew that, just by the way I carried myself around lately. It’s like he could see all the wrong that was in me. He must have known the answer, too, because here we sat, him telling me what I needed to do and me caring for once in my stupid, simple life.
I want some sage advice
but it seems that that’s
the stuff of legend
nowadays
We’re so concerned,
so infinitely wrapped up,
in ourselves
The best advice I ever received was probably to not destroy my mother’s prize winning roses. Because after my dad told me that, he accidentally ran over them with his lawnmower and she yelled so loud that the neighbors called the police.
I want you to know that my music isn’t about you. Really it’s about me and you shouldn’t take my words to heart. But that’s just me making excuses. I’m so scared that you’ll take it all the wrong way. So, let the way I look at you tell you it all.
there are advice columns in magazines or newspapers. I like to give advice. Usually, people tell me I give good advice. Maybe I should have a column. Advice is giving somebody an idea of what they can do in a situation where they are worried or confused.
i found myself, rather, i find myself in need of great advice.
i need your advice God.
;)
something i really need. and yet it’s nowhere to be found. i’ve looked in every place, in every person. nothing. and so now i’m lost. thank you. thank you. i shall sit here alone. wondering to myself. because i was never given a place to go or a person to be. great.
I guess I’m one of those people that’s really open to listening to you and giving you advice. But here’s my tip for you for today. Stop it. Stop making us kids with a sense of identity upset about having said identity. Stop making us cry because we’re not like you. It’s not fair and, in my honest opinion, it’s pathetic. Stop bullying.
If there is one word of advice I can give you, it has to be to read the Zombie Survival Guide. That is all. And yeah, I know this is lame, forgive me.
“I need some help,” she asked, eyes locked on her worn leather boots. The sued had rubbed away at the tips, leaving only smooth and glossy fabric behind.
i am not the person to ask for advice. i don’t mind listening, sharing and helping to evaluate a situation, but i don’t necessarily like giving advice. it’s an awkward situation. i prefer to share my experiences and their outcome and perhaps help the person see another avenue of closure. it’s not always good to tell someone what to do. their life is best left up to them.
look, here’s some advice.stop talking. you’re always running your mouth, saying things you’re sure you’ll deny later….it’s pathetic. i dont want to hear it. no one wants to hear it.
good
Our friendship changed the year I started attending private school. I didn’t see her for months, and then when we met again we sat together for awhile, waiting for the old games to occur to us. The ones where we were princesses lost in the woods, or orphans abandoned at birth. But the stories didn’t come, and instead we talked about our lives which had changed in the past year. She asked me for advice.
One word of advice, she said.
Son, don’t go on trying to pull more than you’re capable of!
Keep it real and work hard!
Nothing comes for free.
I nodded and wiped my tears.