if there were no time left but the time that we have to ourselves, if everything were changing and nothing was the same from one day to the next, if your children grew up and moved from home and disappeared. What would we want? Constant is all you can have
I am constantly worried that my life is going in no particular direction. I do not understand why, but I am constantly reminded by my friends that whatever happens, I am going to come out cleaner than when I fell in. So I constantly thank my friends for supporting me. This was fun. :)
is the name of the man that arrive on the scene. he wears black and blue and has blond hair. he’s not happy why is he not happy? he hasn’t got any constant things in his life and the thing turns red
Constant is a very long word, regardless of its meaning. Think about it, if you name something as “constant” it just keeps on going and going and going until it reaches, what? Infinity?
the motion is constant, always moving always changing never stopping. constant is not the same as consistent, as consistency is something that we have control over.
constant, forward, flowing motion. that is all the world is, and all we can remain faithful in. never look back.
keeps going and going and never stops. its a flow of thoughts and ideas that keep moving in all which directions. the solar system is constant as is anything that continues to keep moving withins one life. I just stopped
the fall and rise of his chest is constant-seems like it would never stop. but we both know the truth. it will falter eventually and when that day comes i dont know what ill do. he seems like he cant die but thats not true. he know it- and we know it. but we cant bring ourselves to believe it.
The incessant pounding of his voice is driving me to insanity. I know he thinks he’s being clever, that he’s adding something to the mix, but after five hours we’ve had enough, more than enough.
A train was passing by. We couldn’t see it, but we heard its identifiable noise long before it appeared on the horizon line. And we could still hear it long after it left, a like someone in your life that came and went.
This is something doesn’t change. How constant is constant. It’s materialistic..spiritual can not be constant. That is why it becomes difficult to handle humans.
there aren’t many constants in my life any longer. you left me so many years ago. i still see you once in a while. constant inconsistancies…ironic really.
you’re travelling the world, i’m stuck at home…like a hamster in a wheel.
constant heartbeats, constantly in love with you from then til now and further on.
i love you, i have done since the first time we met and i know you still love me. there’s nothing we can do about it though…constantly ignoring our feelings. too many other people to be hurt; daughters, sons, friends, ‘sisters’…we’re not lovers, we never have been…but we love each other
this constant feeling that everything was put here to remind me of you. changing and moving further, a constant reminder, i knew we, were as ever changing as the constant sea. constantly thinking what could, should, would have been. constantly reminded that it will never come again. constantly reminded that i miss you all wrong.
constant in a world of variables. dawe.
green finch and linnet bird, you are the constant singing in my world of damask and dark. pretty little johanna locked up in her cage, is it discussing or merely halloing? when i do not know what to expect from day to day, you are the one thing i will always return to.
There are many constants in my life, my parents, my soul make, my sweet dog. All are constant sources of love, support, laughter and friendship. They are also constantly there for me when things are bad. God bless my constants.
Is there anything that’s constant in life? Our cells die and renew, our thoughts are always different. Days follow on days, years, a lifetime. In the end, will we have finally found the only constant? End itself.
I feel a constant pressure against the waistband of my skirt and I’m not used to it! Normally such a feeling would send me into a panic of wanting to run, exercise, eat less, etc. Now I have to remind myself that there is a little person growing inside of me who is taking up the extra space.
There is a racket in my head that makes noise that requires constant attention. It beckons me to think, to hear, to listen and sort the never ending chirp of great thoughts and brilliant thoughts and thoughts that need to be scrubbed away. This constant chatter is good, is human. This constant chatter is the stuff that writers are made of; even, perhaps, made whole. But we all need an editor, no matter how well we write. Or think. So this, too, is a constant battle of which word, which direction, and who, after all, is right The time is still ticking and the chatter is still constant. If there is a place for solace and solitude in my head, a place for the quiet, then bring it on. Bring it on so that the time and ticking cease. This is the end. And that, too, is constant. The end.
The constant barrage of ideas assaults my mind, fills it to the brim, to bursting point. I need to find an outlet lest I explode from the sheer force of creativity. A pen, paint, a keyboard, scrawled into the walls themselves with nothing more than my nails and the sheer force of will to be remembered.
This is a reliable definite something that will always be with you no matter what or even when for that matter. It is a good thing to have and necessary for your sanity as it keeps you on the straight and narrow.
The one constant is the waking, pulling the body out of the blessed ignorance of sleep into the clutches of effort. In my house, I am greeted by the trill of a cranky old cat, who hurtles herself onto the bed like a hungry barbell until I drag myself mumbling into the murky work of getting along.
Constant was a girl who was anything but. She had been in foster care all her life and never could truly figure out exactly who she was. One day you might see her on the street trying to get some dope from the local dealer, but next week she’d be back in school trying to fit in with the popular crowd.
my parents are CONSTANTly bugging me about studying. CONSTANT studying would make studying easier. in reply, i CONSTANTly tell them to shut up. but noooo, i’m CONSTANTly ignored. honestly, anything does constantly annoys the hell out of me. im saying this once. done.
if there were no time left but the time that we have to ourselves, if everything were changing and nothing was the same from one day to the next, if your children grew up and moved from home and disappeared. What would we want? Constant is all you can have
I am constantly worried that my life is going in no particular direction. I do not understand why, but I am constantly reminded by my friends that whatever happens, I am going to come out cleaner than when I fell in. So I constantly thank my friends for supporting me. This was fun. :)
is the name of the man that arrive on the scene. he wears black and blue and has blond hair. he’s not happy why is he not happy? he hasn’t got any constant things in his life and the thing turns red
Constant is a very long word, regardless of its meaning. Think about it, if you name something as “constant” it just keeps on going and going and going until it reaches, what? Infinity?
the motion is constant, always moving always changing never stopping. constant is not the same as consistent, as consistency is something that we have control over.
constant, forward, flowing motion. that is all the world is, and all we can remain faithful in. never look back.
Like a comment that hangs. Unexpected. But always there. Nagging. Like a burr under YOUR skin. Dangerous. If left alone.
keeps going and going and never stops. its a flow of thoughts and ideas that keep moving in all which directions. the solar system is constant as is anything that continues to keep moving withins one life. I just stopped
the fall and rise of his chest is constant-seems like it would never stop. but we both know the truth. it will falter eventually and when that day comes i dont know what ill do. he seems like he cant die but thats not true. he know it- and we know it. but we cant bring ourselves to believe it.
The incessant pounding of his voice is driving me to insanity. I know he thinks he’s being clever, that he’s adding something to the mix, but after five hours we’ve had enough, more than enough.
never changing…firmament upon which a soul can rest…..a mathematical concept….the antithesis of change…sameness…stability…rock…firm…
A train was passing by. We couldn’t see it, but we heard its identifiable noise long before it appeared on the horizon line. And we could still hear it long after it left, a like someone in your life that came and went.
I was the rock.
I sat there, willfully bearing the burden of others’ tears when they flung themselves upon me to let out their anguish.
I survived the landslides, the earthquakes, blizzards and the droughts.
It left me a cold, hard person with little but resentment in my heart.
non stoping keep doing intertaning keep a pace never ending
This is something doesn’t change. How constant is constant. It’s materialistic..spiritual can not be constant. That is why it becomes difficult to handle humans.
never changing
always the same
predictable
reliable
never-faltering
Constant contact. Mothers keeping an eye on their young ones. Constant contact. Watch that two year old don’t let him fall. Guarded and watching
there aren’t many constants in my life any longer. you left me so many years ago. i still see you once in a while. constant inconsistancies…ironic really.
you’re travelling the world, i’m stuck at home…like a hamster in a wheel.
constant heartbeats, constantly in love with you from then til now and further on.
i love you, i have done since the first time we met and i know you still love me. there’s nothing we can do about it though…constantly ignoring our feelings. too many other people to be hurt; daughters, sons, friends, ‘sisters’…we’re not lovers, we never have been…but we love each other
this constant feeling that everything was put here to remind me of you. changing and moving further, a constant reminder, i knew we, were as ever changing as the constant sea. constantly thinking what could, should, would have been. constantly reminded that it will never come again. constantly reminded that i miss you all wrong.
constant as i am in achieving my goal now my goal can be convincing my wife to go out to a karoake bar on a week end
it’s the opposite of variable. it is not moving. it is funny.
constant in a world of variables. dawe.
green finch and linnet bird, you are the constant singing in my world of damask and dark. pretty little johanna locked up in her cage, is it discussing or merely halloing? when i do not know what to expect from day to day, you are the one thing i will always return to.
i am constantly on line.
There are many constants in my life, my parents, my soul make, my sweet dog. All are constant sources of love, support, laughter and friendship. They are also constantly there for me when things are bad. God bless my constants.
Is there anything that’s constant in life? Our cells die and renew, our thoughts are always different. Days follow on days, years, a lifetime. In the end, will we have finally found the only constant? End itself.
How constant is it when you are blinded in a pattern?
couldn’t possibly be 100%….Few things are.
I feel a constant pressure against the waistband of my skirt and I’m not used to it! Normally such a feeling would send me into a panic of wanting to run, exercise, eat less, etc. Now I have to remind myself that there is a little person growing inside of me who is taking up the extra space.
constant unhappiness or loneliness cannot be good.
its there always … like a stream a river is constant. relable, like sun most days in the desert.
There is a racket in my head that makes noise that requires constant attention. It beckons me to think, to hear, to listen and sort the never ending chirp of great thoughts and brilliant thoughts and thoughts that need to be scrubbed away. This constant chatter is good, is human. This constant chatter is the stuff that writers are made of; even, perhaps, made whole. But we all need an editor, no matter how well we write. Or think. So this, too, is a constant battle of which word, which direction, and who, after all, is right The time is still ticking and the chatter is still constant. If there is a place for solace and solitude in my head, a place for the quiet, then bring it on. Bring it on so that the time and ticking cease. This is the end. And that, too, is constant. The end.
The constant barrage of ideas assaults my mind, fills it to the brim, to bursting point. I need to find an outlet lest I explode from the sheer force of creativity. A pen, paint, a keyboard, scrawled into the walls themselves with nothing more than my nails and the sheer force of will to be remembered.
eine Leistung, der Preis für Benzin, das Wetter schöner wärs irregulär, denkt es sich am besten, Konstanze
This is a reliable definite something that will always be with you no matter what or even when for that matter. It is a good thing to have and necessary for your sanity as it keeps you on the straight and narrow.
You’re the constant in my equation.
The one constant is the waking, pulling the body out of the blessed ignorance of sleep into the clutches of effort. In my house, I am greeted by the trill of a cranky old cat, who hurtles herself onto the bed like a hungry barbell until I drag myself mumbling into the murky work of getting along.
the never-ending blinding light that consumes my soul
forever
eternal
ceaseless
steady
certain
like granite solid century strong witnessing life aeon after aeon
Constant was a girl who was anything but. She had been in foster care all her life and never could truly figure out exactly who she was. One day you might see her on the street trying to get some dope from the local dealer, but next week she’d be back in school trying to fit in with the popular crowd.
my parents are CONSTANTly bugging me about studying. CONSTANT studying would make studying easier. in reply, i CONSTANTly tell them to shut up. but noooo, i’m CONSTANTly ignored. honestly, anything does constantly annoys the hell out of me. im saying this once. done.
change is forever a constant