Beloved…wow. The Chicago Cubs, that’s rather shallow, but whatever. It’s true. Love them. They are my beloved Cubbies. No other word comes to mind when thinking about them. They make me laugh and cry often in the same game, but I love them anyway.
“my beloved,” that is what my mother calls me every night before i go to bed. sometimes i wonder whether or not she really means it. after all, in my mind, i am second to my brother. is he the true beloved? good grades, handsome face, sweet smile–hes perfect. but what am i?
Hmm.. Well this word means very popular. Once there was a boy named john and he happily lived his life standing on the outside of everyone else of his highschool. He thought that he wasn’t good at anything. He had no special talents. Then one day he went into the magical forest just behind his house, hoping to find guidance. He wanted to become popular. He found the and the devil told him that he would give him a bottle of a potion that would make him popular (good at sports, gets all the girls, and ect) but he had to sell his soul to him. Dont ever sell your soul to the devil because you will live in hell for the rest of eternity.
It’s scary that we’re here and breathing and that we can love and that we will die and that everything, all your memories and experiences and every little realization you’ve had in your life will be for nothing. It’ll all be gone. You won’t even be floating in a dark void – your consciousness will simply extinguish.
The main thing I think about when I see beloved is 1st John in the bible. He says it speaking to the churches, and I always think preachers/teachers should use it, much like Allen Hood does. It is a great way to express how much the Lord loves the church and how they should respond to it. :)
my beloved woman. i love you. it reminds me of the movie with oprah. reminds me of mother. reminds me of love. reminds me of being, being loved and to love being.
That’s a special word to me because it’s so so so much more than just “love”. It’s about knowing a person enough that the things they do, they are, they say are so dear and special to you. It’s not normal, it’s not everyday, it’s usually just “one”. I’d love to be someone’s beloved. Maybe someday I will be. I hope the same for everyone.
Kara sighed, trapped somewhere alone with her migraine, somewhere between being asleep and awake. Her friend had been beloved by everyone she came across, or so it had seemed. It was difficult to think that someone had hurt her, even if it was eventually deemed an accident.
rolls off the tongue nice, has many meanings, to be loved and to be loving to love love being in love and say love sounds like blood and love and loved
one day i saw this man. and i was at his wedding. i was looking into his eyes when he said i love you my now beloved wife.and thats when a single tear drop fell from my left eye as a huge smile came upon my face. then we left and now today, looking back 10 years, im so happy i fell in love with him in high school.
bj my family god friends those who mean the world to me my boyfriend…oh he’s not my bf anymore fun love songs singing sound of music laughter memories rolling life you us forever?? future
to my beloved:
i’ll never forget the nights we spent together. the nights we stayed up looking at the stars, talking for hours and both secretly wishing the other would lean in for a kiss first.
i’ll never forget your smile and the way i felt when you put your arms around me.
i’ll never forget anything about you my dear beloved.
She was all he wanted from childhood. Through the ends of his mother’s sari, he’d watch her play with her hair as she smiled with coy. As he grew older, he began to realize that she was different from him but that didn’t stop him from wanting her with every bit of his soul. So what if she was blind? She was his beloved.
The yearning is too much to take. Even though any formation of the word love should be used carefully, I will say that my most beloved fruit is indeed the watermelon.
my beloved curled up on the floor. my beloved left when i was out. my beloved couldn’t hold out any longer. my beloved did his best for me. my beloved said goodbye. my beloved died alone that day. my beloved left me, but i left him first.
el solia amarme , ahora solo es mi amigo, jejeje pero es un gran amigo y ya no m duele tanto quererlo. ha crecido y es mejor persona = q lo que hizo conmigo
Beloved. We are gathered here today to watch the seams get ripped out of the dress. To see this union be torn apart, to see the end of a moment of love. If anyone objects, please speak now. . .
She sat in a soft chair, scared and alone. Beloved was she, but terribly lonely. It was always quiet where she was, save for the sound of her tears and sobbing. Where was her mother, besides drinking her own tears away? Her father? A needle in his arm in some alley, cooing at the kittens.
I have never been in this position before. To be considered a ‘beloved’ of some gentleman’s eyes. I wish I had been, but that would be lying. I don’t like lying, and I don’t like this word because it confuses me and makes me feel crappy because I’ve never been there.
My beloved is mine and I am my beloved. Beloved is the child. Beloved is the mother. Beloved is the father. Beloved is the brother, the sister, the friend. Beloved is the aunt, the uncle, the grandparents. Beloved as you are to me.
This is a word that is found in the Bible, and it is Solomon I think, talking about his beloved. He is PANTING for his beloved as a deer pants fot the doe. I used this in out wedding, on the invitation. God is my beloved, but so is Lane, and my boys, They are who I hold most dear.
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and legacy of Mark Anderson. He was a good man. From what we have heard, he was a fantastic husband and a wonderful father. He will be dearly missed. But let us remember that now he and his wife, Amelia, are now forever joined.
beloved or to be loved? which one is the better choice is not known to us. is there even a difference? after all who can label emotions? there are no combinations of letters that can describe minute differences in feelings. no way to express how I can be beloved and still not be loved…
As he came down the stairs, she was sunning herself on the couch below the open window, lazily glancing over the pages of a vintage novel. A beloved wife, his eyes could not tear away.
i feel loved beloved like toni morrison’s character and sethe and oprah winfrey who i just saw in the color purple, purple eggplant and lilac not pink salmon leah riley physics gay cool rainbow colors iridescent in the sky
It was he who was this. Unfortunately, she was not also this. She had pains in her ankles and no good reason for being there usually. They thought she fine, but not beloved.
what i long to be called and call someone. the term most people spend their lives searching for, often without even knowing. “beloved” contains that which is most powerful in the word… Love. to be loved is beautiful.
i got this word before. thats why i dont feel like writing about it much. what does beloved mean anyway? doesn’t sound like a word. i don’t want to be-loved. or maybe it does. i don’t know i dont feel like writing about this word. beloved.
Red hearts dangled from the ceiling of the school gym. The decorating committee for the Valentine’s dance had really outdone themselves this time. The word “beloved” was spelled out in fairy lights over the entryway, the theme of the dance.
As he came down the stairs, she was sunning on the couch below the open window, her eyes lazily glancing the pages of a novel. The love of his life, his eyes could not tear away.
Her hair swirled around her face, draping it in a mask of black that failed to shroud her beauty. Her red lips pursed as she looked down at Death from her perch on a balcony. “What do you want?” Her voice was like a sweet melody to his ears, and something inside of him stirred. His mouth opened as if to say something, but words failed him as his heart beat harder in his chest, making it difficult to form thoughts. “I…. uhh…. I think I left the puppy on.” He spouted quickly, turning on his heel and stalking away.
i love you. my son. the deepest part of my mind and soul. unbound to anything, always here. eternal. forever.
Beloved…wow. The Chicago Cubs, that’s rather shallow, but whatever. It’s true. Love them. They are my beloved Cubbies. No other word comes to mind when thinking about them. They make me laugh and cry often in the same game, but I love them anyway.
Oh my beloved, how you ignore my very existence. I smile when you see me yet you don’t return one. What do I have to do to exist to you oh beloved?
“my beloved,” that is what my mother calls me every night before i go to bed. sometimes i wonder whether or not she really means it. after all, in my mind, i am second to my brother. is he the true beloved? good grades, handsome face, sweet smile–hes perfect. but what am i?
Hmm.. Well this word means very popular. Once there was a boy named john and he happily lived his life standing on the outside of everyone else of his highschool. He thought that he wasn’t good at anything. He had no special talents. Then one day he went into the magical forest just behind his house, hoping to find guidance. He wanted to become popular. He found the and the devil told him that he would give him a bottle of a potion that would make him popular (good at sports, gets all the girls, and ect) but he had to sell his soul to him. Dont ever sell your soul to the devil because you will live in hell for the rest of eternity.
It’s scary that we’re here and breathing and that we can love and that we will die and that everything, all your memories and experiences and every little realization you’ve had in your life will be for nothing. It’ll all be gone. You won’t even be floating in a dark void – your consciousness will simply extinguish.
“How could I /not/ love you?” he said.
The main thing I think about when I see beloved is 1st John in the bible. He says it speaking to the churches, and I always think preachers/teachers should use it, much like Allen Hood does. It is a great way to express how much the Lord loves the church and how they should respond to it. :)
my beloved woman. i love you. it reminds me of the movie with oprah. reminds me of mother. reminds me of love. reminds me of being, being loved and to love being.
That’s a special word to me because it’s so so so much more than just “love”. It’s about knowing a person enough that the things they do, they are, they say are so dear and special to you. It’s not normal, it’s not everyday, it’s usually just “one”. I’d love to be someone’s beloved. Maybe someday I will be. I hope the same for everyone.
Kara sighed, trapped somewhere alone with her migraine, somewhere between being asleep and awake. Her friend had been beloved by everyone she came across, or so it had seemed. It was difficult to think that someone had hurt her, even if it was eventually deemed an accident.
rolls off the tongue nice, has many meanings, to be loved and to be loving to love love being in love and say love sounds like blood and love and loved
one day i saw this man. and i was at his wedding. i was looking into his eyes when he said i love you my now beloved wife.and thats when a single tear drop fell from my left eye as a huge smile came upon my face. then we left and now today, looking back 10 years, im so happy i fell in love with him in high school.
bj my family god friends those who mean the world to me my boyfriend…oh he’s not my bf anymore fun love songs singing sound of music laughter memories rolling life you us forever?? future
My beloved country is in ruins #Somalia.
to my beloved:
i’ll never forget the nights we spent together. the nights we stayed up looking at the stars, talking for hours and both secretly wishing the other would lean in for a kiss first.
i’ll never forget your smile and the way i felt when you put your arms around me.
i’ll never forget anything about you my dear beloved.
She was all he wanted from childhood. Through the ends of his mother’s sari, he’d watch her play with her hair as she smiled with coy. As he grew older, he began to realize that she was different from him but that didn’t stop him from wanting her with every bit of his soul. So what if she was blind? She was his beloved.
I look through my newly bought 20x zoom lens to view her.
Sometimes she fixes her hair. Sometimes she reads a book.
Most of the time she is on her computer.
What does she do? She is an author, perhaps.
A beautiful author-one with a strand of hair that dangles across her brow as she types every word gingerly.
She is unsure of herself. She tears a little when she types her last word.
Her beloved is no more.
The yearning is too much to take. Even though any formation of the word love should be used carefully, I will say that my most beloved fruit is indeed the watermelon.
my beloved curled up on the floor. my beloved left when i was out. my beloved couldn’t hold out any longer. my beloved did his best for me. my beloved said goodbye. my beloved died alone that day. my beloved left me, but i left him first.
I look through my newly bought 20x zoom lens to view her.
Sometimes she fixes her hair. Sometimes she reads a book.
Most of the time she is on her computer.
What does she do? She is an author, perhaps.
A beautiful author. One with a strand of hair that dangles across her brow as she types every word gingerly.
She is unsure of herself. She tears a little when she types her last word.
Her beloved is no more.
el solia amarme , ahora solo es mi amigo, jejeje pero es un gran amigo y ya no m duele tanto quererlo. ha crecido y es mejor persona = q lo que hizo conmigo
Beloved. We are gathered here today to watch the seams get ripped out of the dress. To see this union be torn apart, to see the end of a moment of love. If anyone objects, please speak now. . .
some are, but we are not
it aches
some are beloved by us
as if that makes us deserve it in return
apparently not
She sat in a soft chair, scared and alone. Beloved was she, but terribly lonely. It was always quiet where she was, save for the sound of her tears and sobbing. Where was her mother, besides drinking her own tears away? Her father? A needle in his arm in some alley, cooing at the kittens.
I have never been in this position before. To be considered a ‘beloved’ of some gentleman’s eyes. I wish I had been, but that would be lying. I don’t like lying, and I don’t like this word because it confuses me and makes me feel crappy because I’ve never been there.
My beloved is mine and I am my beloved. Beloved is the child. Beloved is the mother. Beloved is the father. Beloved is the brother, the sister, the friend. Beloved is the aunt, the uncle, the grandparents. Beloved as you are to me.
This is a word that is found in the Bible, and it is Solomon I think, talking about his beloved. He is PANTING for his beloved as a deer pants fot the doe. I used this in out wedding, on the invitation. God is my beloved, but so is Lane, and my boys, They are who I hold most dear.
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and legacy of Mark Anderson. He was a good man. From what we have heard, he was a fantastic husband and a wonderful father. He will be dearly missed. But let us remember that now he and his wife, Amelia, are now forever joined.
beloved or to be loved? which one is the better choice is not known to us. is there even a difference? after all who can label emotions? there are no combinations of letters that can describe minute differences in feelings. no way to express how I can be beloved and still not be loved…
for me it is the most desirable feeling of all feelings ans represents my inner craving for mutual respect and affection
As he came down the stairs, she was sunning herself on the couch below the open window, lazily glancing over the pages of a vintage novel. A beloved wife, his eyes could not tear away.
i feel loved beloved like toni morrison’s character and sethe and oprah winfrey who i just saw in the color purple, purple eggplant and lilac not pink salmon leah riley physics gay cool rainbow colors iridescent in the sky
love others to be loved, loved be to others so love can be to you, be love to be beloved,
It was he who was this. Unfortunately, she was not also this. She had pains in her ankles and no good reason for being there usually. They thought she fine, but not beloved.
what i long to be called and call someone. the term most people spend their lives searching for, often without even knowing. “beloved” contains that which is most powerful in the word… Love. to be loved is beautiful.
i got this word before. thats why i dont feel like writing about it much. what does beloved mean anyway? doesn’t sound like a word. i don’t want to be-loved. or maybe it does. i don’t know i dont feel like writing about this word. beloved.
Red hearts dangled from the ceiling of the school gym. The decorating committee for the Valentine’s dance had really outdone themselves this time. The word “beloved” was spelled out in fairy lights over the entryway, the theme of the dance.
As he came down the stairs, she was sunning on the couch below the open window, her eyes lazily glancing the pages of a novel. The love of his life, his eyes could not tear away.
Her hair swirled around her face, draping it in a mask of black that failed to shroud her beauty. Her red lips pursed as she looked down at Death from her perch on a balcony. “What do you want?” Her voice was like a sweet melody to his ears, and something inside of him stirred. His mouth opened as if to say something, but words failed him as his heart beat harder in his chest, making it difficult to form thoughts. “I…. uhh…. I think I left the puppy on.” He spouted quickly, turning on his heel and stalking away.
the beloved holy ghost loves us indefinitely. no matter what we do he will always love us. which is why we must forgive just like he does.