We had to shift the cargo to one side of the plane to compensate for the damage to the wing, which meant we had to reduce speed. We had been lucky. Another six inches and that machine gun fire would have taken on of our engines off. But we still had to reach the coast and my fuel indicator needle seemed like it was the fastest moving piece of equipment on the airplane. I looked out the window to confirm what I feared: Those bullets had spared our engine but not our fuel tank.
I cannot compensate for the years that I have lost without the will to be ambitious however I am propelling forward, with ferocious, unrequited intensity.
I don’t even know this word lol my english is so bad wtf compensate..hmmmm is that something like making things smaller? or uuhhmmm writing a large text shortly? helloooo when is my time up?
“Don’t think about, Rachel. You’ll be glad you did it.” Amy smiles as her 5 year old sister calls the owner of the wallet that she had found. She takes her sisters hand in her own and together they walk up to what the man had said was his house. The man compensates them for their time and gives them a thank you in the form of 25 dollars for Amy, and 50 for Rachel. There had been 1,000 dollars in the wallet, though…
take away, i dont know what in the world does compensate even mean like really i have no idea i really do think it means to take something away from someone or something like that but im not sure IM COMPENSATING YOUR SHOES FOR RUNNING IN MY HOUSE what if it actually means to make someone your ruler or something like that that would be funny
Bailey folded his hands in front of him. “…And we won’t be able to compensate for any injuries that may occur. Keep in mind, this is a very tricky situation we’re presenting to you. If you so wish, we could offer–”
“Injury?” Alicia repeated, leaning forward as her eyes widened with disbelief. “My family isn’t going to need any monetary compensations if I die, Commander.” She stood and smoothed out the wrinkles in her plaid skirt, and tucked some hair behind her ear curtly. “I’m sorry, but it’s too risky. You’ll have to find someone else for the job.”
Everyone has a burning need to compensate. lack of height, lack of sexual prowess to much height or too much sexual prowess. nothing can every truly be covered, however the roots are still there.
Wild and relentless, his heart deep and pulsating for his nation. His heart cried out for justice, for the rescue of justice in his country. The blood on his clothes spilled for his home. He set out with one goal in mind, he would not compensate. His nation would be free, his nation would know justice.
The little man stepped out of his car. It was a huge truck big enough, I think, to have fit a whole whale in it. He was wearing a leather jacket leather boots and a knife at his hip, although he was small he did have quite a bit of muscle.
Compensation. One of the few things that I find to be very important. Most of the time, people aren’t able to follow through with what they say they will. This requires some sort of way to compensate. Whether it’s completing the thing late or making something new, it’s useful
He couldn’t even remember what he was compensating for. She’d laugh extra loud at something she was reading, and his chest would burn with irritation. He knew she was trying to get him to ask her what was so funny, so that she could read it to him. He would ask her, so that she could ignore his quiet seething. But he simply couldn’t remember why.
“you’re so pretty, you’ve never needed to compensate” the words leave my mouth, and leave a bitter taste. I know I shouldn’t have said it, but still. It’s true, just because you are better looking than me doesn’t mean everything.
i will compensate for what i have lost in the fire 3 months ago. i will change my life around for the better, i mean who knows this could have been a blessing in disguise. No one got hurt. we’re all together and thats what matters most to me. although i am feeling great despair about my journals being lost
She took her sister’s hand, knowing the small damage wouldn’t compensate the broken trail ahead. Her sister squeezed back, unaware. A guilty feeling nabbed at her, but she buried it, to be discovered another day.
I wanted to compensate Nathan for the free lunch, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he shook my hand, shook a handful of change out of the left pocket of his jean jacket, and shoved them into the nearest parking meter.
“I do things to make other people happy,” he informed me as the machine whirred and read “0:15” on the screen instead of a mere “0:02.” “If that means I have less money, then I think I’m acting like a true Christian, wouldn’t you agree?”
his writing had taken on a new dimension since he had lost his job he needed an occupation to see him through each day and its creativity allowed him to stay positive
I always thought that mean to like, think. Like deeply contemplate or something. Is that what is means? It must have something to do with Latin roots. I never figured those out…I never took any classes on Latin roots either.
I was there everyday. Mailing the orders, calling every company. It began to delete everything until my refuges were sleep and the gym. Maybe a sip of coffee, a Sunday afternoon with a friend and those are rare. I gave myself to planning weddings because I couldn’t have one. Well, wouldn’t allow myself to have one is more like.
you lied, I tried, together it wasn’t working but i always tried. I tried until the time ran out and the petals on our flowers wilted slowly. I tried until the wrinkles sagged in my flesh. I tried to compensate for all your losses.
what could compensate for the dissapointment, the disappointment when things don’t turn out the way you planned, when the equation doesn’t equal your expectatoins, when you expect the scales to balance, for life to be fair, but it isn’t, it won’t be, so you compensate in your expectations
Where would it be possible to compensate for a lost life? At what point did I start regretting my actions? Before or after the death? Why is it more important to love someone after they are gone than before, and why is life such a joke? I wish I could compensate for my selfishness and greed, and I wish you didn’t feel the need to end it all, because if I could take anyone with me, it would be you.
She wanted to compensate for what her words had done to him last night. She could see the grief still written on his cheeks, rivers of an unforgettable past. She took a step closer to him, reaching out her mother hand to stroke her baby’s head.
“This should be enough for the… damages.” The gold coins were meretriciously stacked in even rows, piles of the same amount all lined up in gleaming pillars. Onetwothreefourfivesix of them, towering above the table. Worth more than they appeared.
“It’s not enough,” he said, slowly counting the coins in the piles… twofourfivetentwentyfourtyfifty. “There should be more.”
“Not enough? I’m afraid you’re mistaken. This is the amount we… agreed on. Just take it, let’s not start any trouble now.”
I had to compensate for my shortcomings a lot quicker than I thought. People can be such hypocrites, holding my feet to the fire while they are more evil than Satan himself.
He shifted his weight to his other leg, to compensate for the pain in his right knee, and wondered why in the world he felt somehow obligated to put himself through this, night after night, all in the name of show business.
We had to shift the cargo to one side of the plane to compensate for the damage to the wing, which meant we had to reduce speed. We had been lucky. Another six inches and that machine gun fire would have taken on of our engines off. But we still had to reach the coast and my fuel indicator needle seemed like it was the fastest moving piece of equipment on the airplane. I looked out the window to confirm what I feared: Those bullets had spared our engine but not our fuel tank.
Creating a moment where we feel that that is enough. outward thought meaning nothing more than the person it is for.
The doorbell rang
a man stood at the door with flowers
please sign here
Now what
has he done
To compense anything that You are doing.
I cannot compensate for the years that I have lost without the will to be ambitious however I am propelling forward, with ferocious, unrequited intensity.
I don’t even know this word lol my english is so bad wtf compensate..hmmmm is that something like making things smaller? or uuhhmmm writing a large text shortly? helloooo when is my time up?
“Don’t think about, Rachel. You’ll be glad you did it.” Amy smiles as her 5 year old sister calls the owner of the wallet that she had found. She takes her sisters hand in her own and together they walk up to what the man had said was his house. The man compensates them for their time and gives them a thank you in the form of 25 dollars for Amy, and 50 for Rachel. There had been 1,000 dollars in the wallet, though…
take away, i dont know what in the world does compensate even mean like really i have no idea i really do think it means to take something away from someone or something like that but im not sure IM COMPENSATING YOUR SHOES FOR RUNNING IN MY HOUSE what if it actually means to make someone your ruler or something like that that would be funny
Cold on diving in,
pleasant to feel it getting warmer. Still,
swimming against the current is harder
than getting out of the water.
**
Cold on diving in,
pleasant to feel it getting water. Still,
swimming against the current is harder
than getting out of the water.
The man had coke bottle eye glasses and stared at me as if I had snakes slithering out of my nose. “You filed the wrong document.” God dammit.
Dryly, thou must compensate,
for the waste of time so sure’d create,
thinking thinly, was never so smart,
Approvingly smile, so far apart
Bailey folded his hands in front of him. “…And we won’t be able to compensate for any injuries that may occur. Keep in mind, this is a very tricky situation we’re presenting to you. If you so wish, we could offer–”
“Injury?” Alicia repeated, leaning forward as her eyes widened with disbelief. “My family isn’t going to need any monetary compensations if I die, Commander.” She stood and smoothed out the wrinkles in her plaid skirt, and tucked some hair behind her ear curtly. “I’m sorry, but it’s too risky. You’ll have to find someone else for the job.”
Everyone has a burning need to compensate. lack of height, lack of sexual prowess to much height or too much sexual prowess. nothing can every truly be covered, however the roots are still there.
This is a quandary. I thought as I looked a the stump where my right hand had been. Compensation for this loss would not be easy
Wild and relentless, his heart deep and pulsating for his nation. His heart cried out for justice, for the rescue of justice in his country. The blood on his clothes spilled for his home. He set out with one goal in mind, he would not compensate. His nation would be free, his nation would know justice.
The little man stepped out of his car. It was a huge truck big enough, I think, to have fit a whole whale in it. He was wearing a leather jacket leather boots and a knife at his hip, although he was small he did have quite a bit of muscle.
Compensation. One of the few things that I find to be very important. Most of the time, people aren’t able to follow through with what they say they will. This requires some sort of way to compensate. Whether it’s completing the thing late or making something new, it’s useful
He couldn’t even remember what he was compensating for. She’d laugh extra loud at something she was reading, and his chest would burn with irritation. He knew she was trying to get him to ask her what was so funny, so that she could read it to him. He would ask her, so that she could ignore his quiet seething. But he simply couldn’t remember why.
“you’re so pretty, you’ve never needed to compensate” the words leave my mouth, and leave a bitter taste. I know I shouldn’t have said it, but still. It’s true, just because you are better looking than me doesn’t mean everything.
i will compensate for what i have lost in the fire 3 months ago. i will change my life around for the better, i mean who knows this could have been a blessing in disguise. No one got hurt. we’re all together and thats what matters most to me. although i am feeling great despair about my journals being lost
She took her sister’s hand, knowing the small damage wouldn’t compensate the broken trail ahead. Her sister squeezed back, unaware. A guilty feeling nabbed at her, but she buried it, to be discovered another day.
I wanted to compensate Nathan for the free lunch, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he shook my hand, shook a handful of change out of the left pocket of his jean jacket, and shoved them into the nearest parking meter.
“I do things to make other people happy,” he informed me as the machine whirred and read “0:15” on the screen instead of a mere “0:02.” “If that means I have less money, then I think I’m acting like a true Christian, wouldn’t you agree?”
Compensate me for the losses.
Compensate me for this pain.
Compensate me for my misery.
Compensate me today.
Compensate me for your lies.
Compensate me for the time.
Compensate me for the fears.
Compensate me today.
his writing had taken on a new dimension since he had lost his job he needed an occupation to see him through each day and its creativity allowed him to stay positive
I got nothing. I’m sorry.
I always thought that mean to like, think. Like deeply contemplate or something. Is that what is means? It must have something to do with Latin roots. I never figured those out…I never took any classes on Latin roots either.
Compensate is the word that no one nows the meaning of and the word no one likes.
I was there everyday. Mailing the orders, calling every company. It began to delete everything until my refuges were sleep and the gym. Maybe a sip of coffee, a Sunday afternoon with a friend and those are rare. I gave myself to planning weddings because I couldn’t have one. Well, wouldn’t allow myself to have one is more like.
you lied, I tried, together it wasn’t working but i always tried. I tried until the time ran out and the petals on our flowers wilted slowly. I tried until the wrinkles sagged in my flesh. I tried to compensate for all your losses.
What do you really want? Acknowledgement? Sacrifice? Money? Do you need me to eat out of your hands?
what could compensate for the dissapointment, the disappointment when things don’t turn out the way you planned, when the equation doesn’t equal your expectatoins, when you expect the scales to balance, for life to be fair, but it isn’t, it won’t be, so you compensate in your expectations
I know nothing lasts forever.
But I thought we’d last a little longer.
to pay for something or make up for something that is not fully valued
I would love to compensate all these daily requirements out of my life.
what are my daily requirements.
sleep
eat
work
love
Where would it be possible to compensate for a lost life? At what point did I start regretting my actions? Before or after the death? Why is it more important to love someone after they are gone than before, and why is life such a joke? I wish I could compensate for my selfishness and greed, and I wish you didn’t feel the need to end it all, because if I could take anyone with me, it would be you.
She wanted to compensate for what her words had done to him last night. She could see the grief still written on his cheeks, rivers of an unforgettable past. She took a step closer to him, reaching out her mother hand to stroke her baby’s head.
“This should be enough for the… damages.” The gold coins were meretriciously stacked in even rows, piles of the same amount all lined up in gleaming pillars. Onetwothreefourfivesix of them, towering above the table. Worth more than they appeared.
“It’s not enough,” he said, slowly counting the coins in the piles… twofourfivetentwentyfourtyfifty. “There should be more.”
“Not enough? I’m afraid you’re mistaken. This is the amount we… agreed on. Just take it, let’s not start any trouble now.”
I had to compensate for my shortcomings a lot quicker than I thought. People can be such hypocrites, holding my feet to the fire while they are more evil than Satan himself.
He shifted his weight to his other leg, to compensate for the pain in his right knee, and wondered why in the world he felt somehow obligated to put himself through this, night after night, all in the name of show business.