As the sky lurched forward, Mariana resisted the urge to bow along with it, respecting the way it seemed to lean away from her. In her silent ways, she wished to follow the eggshell blue and white space to the ends of forever, because it called to her. At once, she leaned forward, letting her soft auburn hair fall into her face as she returned the sky’s welcome.
In many countries around the world, it is common to bow when you meet someone as well as when you say goodbye. A simple gesture can sometimes feel very significant.
A single tear ran down my cheek. I never wanted to do this. To be a killer. I approached the body slowly, and removed the bow from the wound, as dark blood spilled over the man’s un breathing chest.
Hmm. Bowing. See, that’s an interesting thing to do, because when you bow, you are saying “I respect you”. I once bowed to the Queen of England, and once to my father, who was a kindred spirit who had all of my respect and taught me self worth. Now that I think about it, I’d rather bow to him than any king or queen.
there was a girl, on the stairs. she was wearing a pink bow in her hair. shed never worn a bow before so this was an auspicious occasion. it was new years eve and she wanted to look pretty in her bow for her beau.
The bow of the boat lurched uncontrollably upwards. It was so rough it felt as though it was going to reach the sky and beyond, and in doing so throw all of them out into the raging, green ocean. Wind whipped past her face blowing the long straw-like strands into tangles she knew she was going to hate removing later – if she got the chance.
“Bow down to me!” Screamed the evil tyrant. “Bow down to your king, your God!” Without any hope in the world, the surfs bowed down, left without option. They needed a hero, a savior. But who? There was no one.
I hope to one day have the chance to bow before an audience larger than the 300 seats in the gym for performing a school musical. Someday, I hope to do so after an amazing vocal performance on American Idol, in the final 12. An almost impossible dream, yet many others before me have achieved this that I am forced to think positively.
Bow? Bow to who? That bastard? Hell no. What about him? Sure, why not, He seems nice. What about her? Who’s Her? Her, right there. Hell no, she’s ugly. Why so conscious about who you bow to? I dont just bow to anybody fuckface. I’m not a whore. I didn’t say you were. I didn’t say you said I was. Shut up, whore. Oh fuck you.
You were given one word. One word to change the world. To change our minds. To make things different and better and beautiful. One word. Sixty seconds. One word. One word. One word.
The jester smiled up at the queen. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, bowing. “I didn’t rightly mean to offend. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t send me to the chambers.” The queen scoffed; what an intolerable little dolt. “To the chambers with you, little pest. Out of my sight, now, guards. And bring me some tea.” The jester grinned, but quickly changed his expression to one of shock and horror, adding pleas of forgiveness. He knew she wouldn’t let him back; but then again, to the chambers is exactly where he wanted to go.
Robin Hood had a bow and arrow. And then he just ran up to rich people and demanded their money so that he could give said money to someone else? That’s the dumbest mugger I’ve ever heard of…
“Bow down to your king! Bow down now.” Yelled the ruthless tyrant to his surfs. “Bow down or die a horrible, painful death.” They all obeyed, quaking in fear, not knowing what else to do. They had no hope for a better future… they needed a hero, someone brave a strong to stand up against wrong doings. But who? No one knew. Little did they know that soon, soon enough someone would come along.
I’d swear I would never bow to anyone but you. I succeeded. Not for you, but for my own pride. To be fair, I never even bowed to you. I was my own master. You just were to blind to see. You still are.
the most important word – just one word – would be thank you
I is also the most important one word we should use often
If you do not like yourself no one else will
If the word rhymes with “ow”: In Japan people bow at each other. We don’t really do anything similar to show respect here in the US. I kind of wish we did, but then, I also like our less formal ways.
If the word rhymes with “throw”: It’s not a popular alternative to the necktie, which is too bad, because bows are kind of retro-dorky-cute. I like a man wearing a bow tie.
I bow to my beau, a man named Bo, who is wearing a bow.
she stood up on the stage, breathing heavily. waiting for that one moment. she parted her lips and opened her mouth. the words came out easily. she took her bow.
Taking a bow before the crowd, he bent at the waist, sweating still from his performance. He also sweated from the realization that he could have done better, and that his dad would beat him when he got home. If he got home. Maybe it was time for him to just not go.
when i was a kid i used to listen to a lot of rap. Well, a lot more than i do now anyway. When i was something like twelve years old i bought a “lil bow wow” cd. I have been listening to less shitty music ever since.
I bow at the feet of the master.
Bow and arrow.
A bow in her golden hair.
A deep sweeping bow.
Boughs of holly. Fa la la la la.
A quiver of arrows slung across his back and his sure bow in his hand.
Do you have a beau? Like…in my hair? He wasn’t interested anymore after that.
Bow down, the world says to us humans. Bow down in the face of all powerful nature,and creatures of greater strength and cunning than you. Bow down, says fate as it deals from the bottom of the deck, a snide curl to it’s lip.
But I will not bow down and in staying the course, I succeed and flourish and thrive. Bow NOT, say I!
Today I received a large package with a bow and inside of it was a chinese scupture of a man who was bowing. I kept the bow as a keepsake. I’ve never seen a bow like it.
Humility. Thats what I feel when I am in this position. When I see His Holiness, I bow. I kneel and am so grateful for someone that see humanity with such hope kindness and love. Helping me to release my own critical mind.
She bowed to the queen and king. The bow was perhaps not quite what they expected; it was the masculine version of a curtsy, and she was a female. But it was still polite. Perhaps her manners had been learned in a different place (and they had, for she had lived in Japan all her life until moving to England). And they accepted it.
He bowed before the king. It wasn’t a gesture of loyalty. It was one of respect. He actually had bit of resentment for his royal highness but admired that he came to power from once being only a peasant.
The bow was pulled taut. The string quivered. His stomach growled. He released the string. The arrow flew straight and true. It struck it’s prey. It bowed its head … and died. Lunch!
It was purple, and velvety. I wanted to keep touching it, it was just one of those things. The bow was unbelievably soft, and beautiful, so was the girl wearing it.
Bow down, but to whom? King? Queen? Christ? Why must we submit/bow to anything other than what we are truly meant to be, OURSELVES? We are so quick to acquiese to the wishes of others, that we neglect our own wishes.
There was a man once by the name of Jo. He always wore a purple and green spotted bow. One day, Jo decided he wanted to wear his bow to a dog show. At the dog show, he was called a dirty cheap ho. Now, Jo never wears his bow.
They did not bow to anyone but their Lord. They had courage and valor, and yet they were humble. They, being knights, could have easily flaunted the power given to them, but they were not prideful in the least. And thus the King could entrust them with the protection of his people.
As the sky lurched forward, Mariana resisted the urge to bow along with it, respecting the way it seemed to lean away from her. In her silent ways, she wished to follow the eggshell blue and white space to the ends of forever, because it called to her. At once, she leaned forward, letting her soft auburn hair fall into her face as she returned the sky’s welcome.
ribbon
tie
In many countries around the world, it is common to bow when you meet someone as well as when you say goodbye. A simple gesture can sometimes feel very significant.
A single tear ran down my cheek. I never wanted to do this. To be a killer. I approached the body slowly, and removed the bow from the wound, as dark blood spilled over the man’s un breathing chest.
Hmm. Bowing. See, that’s an interesting thing to do, because when you bow, you are saying “I respect you”. I once bowed to the Queen of England, and once to my father, who was a kindred spirit who had all of my respect and taught me self worth. Now that I think about it, I’d rather bow to him than any king or queen.
there was a girl, on the stairs. she was wearing a pink bow in her hair. shed never worn a bow before so this was an auspicious occasion. it was new years eve and she wanted to look pretty in her bow for her beau.
The bow of the boat lurched uncontrollably upwards. It was so rough it felt as though it was going to reach the sky and beyond, and in doing so throw all of them out into the raging, green ocean. Wind whipped past her face blowing the long straw-like strands into tangles she knew she was going to hate removing later – if she got the chance.
“Bow down to me!” Screamed the evil tyrant. “Bow down to your king, your God!” Without any hope in the world, the surfs bowed down, left without option. They needed a hero, a savior. But who? There was no one.
I hope to one day have the chance to bow before an audience larger than the 300 seats in the gym for performing a school musical. Someday, I hope to do so after an amazing vocal performance on American Idol, in the final 12. An almost impossible dream, yet many others before me have achieved this that I am forced to think positively.
Bow? Bow to who? That bastard? Hell no. What about him? Sure, why not, He seems nice. What about her? Who’s Her? Her, right there. Hell no, she’s ugly. Why so conscious about who you bow to? I dont just bow to anybody fuckface. I’m not a whore. I didn’t say you were. I didn’t say you said I was. Shut up, whore. Oh fuck you.
I liked Bow-wow-wow. I bow to no one. I unzipped my pants and said, “Bow to the king!” Sha-na-na? You go Bowzer!
You were given one word. One word to change the world. To change our minds. To make things different and better and beautiful. One word. Sixty seconds. One word. One word. One word.
Bow?
I won’t bow down to you!
The jester smiled up at the queen. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, bowing. “I didn’t rightly mean to offend. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t send me to the chambers.” The queen scoffed; what an intolerable little dolt. “To the chambers with you, little pest. Out of my sight, now, guards. And bring me some tea.” The jester grinned, but quickly changed his expression to one of shock and horror, adding pleas of forgiveness. He knew she wouldn’t let him back; but then again, to the chambers is exactly where he wanted to go.
when i was a kid i listened
Robin Hood had a bow and arrow. And then he just ran up to rich people and demanded their money so that he could give said money to someone else? That’s the dumbest mugger I’ve ever heard of…
“Bow down to your king! Bow down now.” Yelled the ruthless tyrant to his surfs. “Bow down or die a horrible, painful death.” They all obeyed, quaking in fear, not knowing what else to do. They had no hope for a better future… they needed a hero, someone brave a strong to stand up against wrong doings. But who? No one knew. Little did they know that soon, soon enough someone would come along.
I’d swear I would never bow to anyone but you. I succeeded. Not for you, but for my own pride. To be fair, I never even bowed to you. I was my own master. You just were to blind to see. You still are.
You still are.
the most important word – just one word – would be thank you
I is also the most important one word we should use often
If you do not like yourself no one else will
One word also means HOme
If the word rhymes with “ow”: In Japan people bow at each other. We don’t really do anything similar to show respect here in the US. I kind of wish we did, but then, I also like our less formal ways.
If the word rhymes with “throw”: It’s not a popular alternative to the necktie, which is too bad, because bows are kind of retro-dorky-cute. I like a man wearing a bow tie.
I bow to my beau, a man named Bo, who is wearing a bow.
she stood up on the stage, breathing heavily. waiting for that one moment. she parted her lips and opened her mouth. the words came out easily. she took her bow.
Taking a bow before the crowd, he bent at the waist, sweating still from his performance. He also sweated from the realization that he could have done better, and that his dad would beat him when he got home. If he got home. Maybe it was time for him to just not go.
when i was a kid i used to listen to a lot of rap. Well, a lot more than i do now anyway. When i was something like twelve years old i bought a “lil bow wow” cd. I have been listening to less shitty music ever since.
I bow at the feet of the master.
Bow and arrow.
A bow in her golden hair.
A deep sweeping bow.
Boughs of holly. Fa la la la la.
A quiver of arrows slung across his back and his sure bow in his hand.
Do you have a beau? Like…in my hair? He wasn’t interested anymore after that.
Bow down, the world says to us humans. Bow down in the face of all powerful nature,and creatures of greater strength and cunning than you. Bow down, says fate as it deals from the bottom of the deck, a snide curl to it’s lip.
But I will not bow down and in staying the course, I succeed and flourish and thrive. Bow NOT, say I!
i went before the emperor, and bent at the waist and performed a most unnatural bow. i was not accustomed to being in the presence of such greatness.
Today I received a large package with a bow and inside of it was a chinese scupture of a man who was bowing. I kept the bow as a keepsake. I’ve never seen a bow like it.
christmas tree, bow down to people. bows look nice on headbands in your hair, also on bowties. bowel?
Humility. Thats what I feel when I am in this position. When I see His Holiness, I bow. I kneel and am so grateful for someone that see humanity with such hope kindness and love. Helping me to release my own critical mind.
She bowed to the queen and king. The bow was perhaps not quite what they expected; it was the masculine version of a curtsy, and she was a female. But it was still polite. Perhaps her manners had been learned in a different place (and they had, for she had lived in Japan all her life until moving to England). And they accepted it.
i already wrote about this before. sigh.
He bowed before the king. It wasn’t a gesture of loyalty. It was one of respect. He actually had bit of resentment for his royal highness but admired that he came to power from once being only a peasant.
They bowed their heads in blissful silence as the verses rang through the air. ‘Oh, what a marvelous day it was’ whispered those who cared.
The bow was pulled taut. The string quivered. His stomach growled. He released the string. The arrow flew straight and true. It struck it’s prey. It bowed its head … and died. Lunch!
Many Asian cultures bow to one another. Why? What if they’re on the bow of a ship wearing bow ties? What about the dog? Bow
what an increadible power in simple three letters – to join two worlds or to flood an ocean between them – even without shoot
It was purple, and velvety. I wanted to keep touching it, it was just one of those things. The bow was unbelievably soft, and beautiful, so was the girl wearing it.
Bow down, but to whom? King? Queen? Christ? Why must we submit/bow to anything other than what we are truly meant to be, OURSELVES? We are so quick to acquiese to the wishes of others, that we neglect our own wishes.
There was a man once by the name of Jo. He always wore a purple and green spotted bow. One day, Jo decided he wanted to wear his bow to a dog show. At the dog show, he was called a dirty cheap ho. Now, Jo never wears his bow.
They did not bow to anyone but their Lord. They had courage and valor, and yet they were humble. They, being knights, could have easily flaunted the power given to them, but they were not prideful in the least. And thus the King could entrust them with the protection of his people.