Bow. A simple gesture that goes a long way. It represents a measure of respect, a measure of understanding, and a measure of humility. Performance of a bow shows an intertwined recognition and willingness to portray such an act toward another human being.
is something that you use to shoot and arrow with. in avatar once you become one of the people you can make your bow from the home tree. my dad use to bow hunt, killed a deer once and mounted it on the wall. i was disturbed by it.
The bow of the ballerina was tight and almost rigid…this was so different from the flowing recital she had just performed. The lines were jerky and uneven.
I tied my bow tie, it was my wedding day. Cold feet is in understatement, I knew I was going to be frozen with fear at the alter. Did I really want to do this? One woman for the rest of my life. Nothing but Sara.
The bow upon the girls hair was multicolored and beautiful. It accentuated her face perfectly and made her look divine. The boys were falling for her left and right, yet she was lonely. She never knew what to do. The magical bow wast eh only thing that made her beautiful she thought, and she knew no one would love her if she wasn’t wearing it.
There was a small patch of sunlight through the window and the little kitten was overjoyed, especially after the long weeks of rain. Now all she had to do was catch the bow that hung from the window tormenting her.
He tied a bow on the present carefully, trying to make sure that it wasn’t lopsided. He didn’t want to be the boyfriend who always wrapped presents haphhazardly, and he wanted it to be special for her. He loved her, and the bow matched her hair.
The bow on her head slipped from the strands of hair and fell to the ground. The silk ribbon spread out, folds sliding over each other. She made no move to pick it up, just reached out a delicate hand and caressed the fabric mindlessly.
with her bright new pink hair bow in place, she decided finally that she looked good enough to go out and play. most would think this a silly thing for a girl of 6 to worry about, but not where she was concerned and most importantly, not where he was concerned.
I untied the red bow from my hair, it fell softly down my back in golden waves. I took his hand and walked toward the gate. Leaving Texas for Alaska was the right decision….wasn’t it? Was I going to freeze to death or even worse, would I be heartbroken in the end? It didn’t matter, as long as I was with him.
I can not recall when you said goodbye and took a bow as I watched with weary eyes and troubled soul. I can’t let go of you. I can not see with out you. I cannot bow alone.
This word mean many things.
To bow is to give in, to give up in a way.
It’s a word of which means to no longer believe in your self.
To bow is to give someone control over you.
All I could think of was a hairbow. I was never a girly girl to begin with, but I know if I stick a hairbow on my hair I’ll look so ridiculous because frankly, I look like a guy more like a girl. There, I said it.
There was a bow sitting by a tree in the woods where I had been walking for about three hours now. It did not look like an ordinary bow that you would use for shooting an arrow it looked as if it could hold special powers and was put there for me to find.
She took a bow. It was to be her last. Every second flew by as the applause and the lights blurred into one. She wanted encores, but it would never happen. Nothing ever happened. This was a dream. She was never to bow again.
I bow to your intelligence. I bow to your dreams. I bow to your ability to fulfill what you want to do. I will bow to your potential. I will bow to you. Only because I can not be like you. I am not intelligent. I can not dream. I do not have the ability to fulfill what I want to do. I can not use my potential. Therefore, in my acceptance of defeat, I will bow to you.
the girl drew her bow across the strings of her violin, making a symphony so sweet no eye was dry. her final bow to the audience was the time of her life.
Bows go in your hair. My sister likes to wear bows in her hair. But she never wears the bows that I think she should. Sometimes it makes me really mad. Because she’s only 7 and I know what looks better than she does. But whatever. Haha.
The bow loosed a thrumming arrow, which sang as it clawed its way through the frosty morning air, to sink deep into his liquid, brown eye with a soft, ugly thud.
i sit, in awe of a giant god – a father of thousands of creatures that have called his arms their homes, his hold on the earth stronger than any mortal muscle, and i bow before him.
Her bow, she had made herself. Her father had shown her how. Now, it certainly was not the first one she had made. No, those ones were cheap and bad. This one she had worked for. This one was her prize. She had done an amazing job, she knew, because everyone eyed it with a glint of greed.
She was polite and beautiful, her hair done up neatly, a classic bow at the back of her kimono. Then she bowed towards me, in respect and with an indescribable beauty, that reflected her awe-inspiring Japanese heritage.
She was 12. Her mother was helping her get ready for school. Her mother finished brushing the girl’s hair and placed the red bow in her hair. The girl took it out. She was more mature than that.
Bow down to me. Smile up at me, and lets dance. I want to see you dance with your elegant fingers twirling above your face. Flowers, and roses, and smiles. Thats what you smell like. happiness. I laugh, but you dance. And bow down. Like a dove, or a swan though there isnt much difference. i love you. I love the cadence of your waist. How it twists
THe bow was merely red, there was no shine, no glistening color, no satin. The texture was plain. Nothing special. It adorned the head of an unattractive child. She was 12, plain skin, stub nose, short, with very little mass
William was not sure what he was doing, he was telling his wife everything would be alright, then he dew back the arrow, bow shaking steadily. As he tried to right himself, he slipped, and sadly his wife fell.
As the day slipped past them, 2 elves scouring the forest came across an ancient bow of enormous fame that could earn them a bounty of treasures and unlimited maidens. so the elves decided it was worth their while to try and collect this heralded instrument.
“If anyone objects to this marriage, speak up now.”
The best-man adjusted his bowtie and continued to smile up at the beaming couple. The girl, his best friend, who grew up just across the street from him. The boy who waltzed into her life and swept her off her feet.
But he had no intention of speaking up. She was happy now.
Bow. A simple gesture that goes a long way. It represents a measure of respect, a measure of understanding, and a measure of humility. Performance of a bow shows an intertwined recognition and willingness to portray such an act toward another human being.
is something that you use to shoot and arrow with. in avatar once you become one of the people you can make your bow from the home tree. my dad use to bow hunt, killed a deer once and mounted it on the wall. i was disturbed by it.
The bow of the ballerina was tight and almost rigid…this was so different from the flowing recital she had just performed. The lines were jerky and uneven.
I tied my bow tie, it was my wedding day. Cold feet is in understatement, I knew I was going to be frozen with fear at the alter. Did I really want to do this? One woman for the rest of my life. Nothing but Sara.
The bow upon the girls hair was multicolored and beautiful. It accentuated her face perfectly and made her look divine. The boys were falling for her left and right, yet she was lonely. She never knew what to do. The magical bow wast eh only thing that made her beautiful she thought, and she knew no one would love her if she wasn’t wearing it.
There was a small patch of sunlight through the window and the little kitten was overjoyed, especially after the long weeks of rain. Now all she had to do was catch the bow that hung from the window tormenting her.
Dominance, Tyranny, Servitude, Slavery, Greed, Beseech, Love…What’s your reason to bow?
Bow, bow as you finish your solo on stage at the orchestra. Bow, as you have your bow at your side.
He tied a bow on the present carefully, trying to make sure that it wasn’t lopsided. He didn’t want to be the boyfriend who always wrapped presents haphhazardly, and he wanted it to be special for her. He loved her, and the bow matched her hair.
I will not, nor would I ever be able to, explain why bow pasta tastes better than all other pasta shapes combined.
The hot pink pow was a beacon in the crowd. It bobbed and swayed and bounced it’s way past tourists and families and snot no
The bow on her head slipped from the strands of hair and fell to the ground. The silk ribbon spread out, folds sliding over each other. She made no move to pick it up, just reached out a delicate hand and caressed the fabric mindlessly.
one who provide a job
with her bright new pink hair bow in place, she decided finally that she looked good enough to go out and play. most would think this a silly thing for a girl of 6 to worry about, but not where she was concerned and most importantly, not where he was concerned.
the man with the bowtie appeared oblivious to the heads that turned as he entered the diner. even tot he waitress who approached to take his order.
I untied the red bow from my hair, it fell softly down my back in golden waves. I took his hand and walked toward the gate. Leaving Texas for Alaska was the right decision….wasn’t it? Was I going to freeze to death or even worse, would I be heartbroken in the end? It didn’t matter, as long as I was with him.
A bow is commonly used during formal ocassion.In my opinion, i prefer men to wear a tie enstead of a bow.
I can not recall when you said goodbye and took a bow as I watched with weary eyes and troubled soul. I can’t let go of you. I can not see with out you. I cannot bow alone.
This word mean many things.
To bow is to give in, to give up in a way.
It’s a word of which means to no longer believe in your self.
To bow is to give someone control over you.
All I could think of was a hairbow. I was never a girly girl to begin with, but I know if I stick a hairbow on my hair I’ll look so ridiculous because frankly, I look like a guy more like a girl. There, I said it.
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When I think of bows, I think of scene kids. I can’t stand scene kids. They discourage originality :\
Being original PWNS!
There was a bow sitting by a tree in the woods where I had been walking for about three hours now. It did not look like an ordinary bow that you would use for shooting an arrow it looked as if it could hold special powers and was put there for me to find.
She took a bow. It was to be her last. Every second flew by as the applause and the lights blurred into one. She wanted encores, but it would never happen. Nothing ever happened. This was a dream. She was never to bow again.
The girl finished her performance with great success and took a long bow as she soaked in her audience’s applauses. Her face was beaming with joy.
I bow to your intelligence. I bow to your dreams. I bow to your ability to fulfill what you want to do. I will bow to your potential. I will bow to you. Only because I can not be like you. I am not intelligent. I can not dream. I do not have the ability to fulfill what I want to do. I can not use my potential. Therefore, in my acceptance of defeat, I will bow to you.
the girl drew her bow across the strings of her violin, making a symphony so sweet no eye was dry. her final bow to the audience was the time of her life.
the weapon of the killer brutal quick it flies through the air pearsing its targets one by one each fall blood draining from the hole left
Bows go in your hair. My sister likes to wear bows in her hair. But she never wears the bows that I think she should. Sometimes it makes me really mad. Because she’s only 7 and I know what looks better than she does. But whatever. Haha.
The bow loosed a thrumming arrow, which sang as it clawed its way through the frosty morning air, to sink deep into his liquid, brown eye with a soft, ugly thud.
i sit, in awe of a giant god – a father of thousands of creatures that have called his arms their homes, his hold on the earth stronger than any mortal muscle, and i bow before him.
Her bow, she had made herself. Her father had shown her how. Now, it certainly was not the first one she had made. No, those ones were cheap and bad. This one she had worked for. This one was her prize. She had done an amazing job, she knew, because everyone eyed it with a glint of greed.
She was polite and beautiful, her hair done up neatly, a classic bow at the back of her kimono. Then she bowed towards me, in respect and with an indescribable beauty, that reflected her awe-inspiring Japanese heritage.
She was 12. Her mother was helping her get ready for school. Her mother finished brushing the girl’s hair and placed the red bow in her hair. The girl took it out. She was more mature than that.
Bow down to me. Smile up at me, and lets dance. I want to see you dance with your elegant fingers twirling above your face. Flowers, and roses, and smiles. Thats what you smell like. happiness. I laugh, but you dance. And bow down. Like a dove, or a swan though there isnt much difference. i love you. I love the cadence of your waist. How it twists
THe bow was merely red, there was no shine, no glistening color, no satin. The texture was plain. Nothing special. It adorned the head of an unattractive child. She was 12, plain skin, stub nose, short, with very little mass
Take a bow, take a bow and get out.
That’s what she told me, that’s what I did.
It’s like watching your life flash before your eyes in slow motion without that pesky dieing thing.
As I took that bow, I faded away into nothingness, into something greater than I could ever have been on my own.
I understood.
William was not sure what he was doing, he was telling his wife everything would be alright, then he dew back the arrow, bow shaking steadily. As he tried to right himself, he slipped, and sadly his wife fell.
As the day slipped past them, 2 elves scouring the forest came across an ancient bow of enormous fame that could earn them a bounty of treasures and unlimited maidens. so the elves decided it was worth their while to try and collect this heralded instrument.
“If anyone objects to this marriage, speak up now.”
The best-man adjusted his bowtie and continued to smile up at the beaming couple. The girl, his best friend, who grew up just across the street from him. The boy who waltzed into her life and swept her off her feet.
But he had no intention of speaking up. She was happy now.