Pure coward. That’s what he felt like. Why couldn’t he just work up the nerve? He had made it all this way. Right to the doorstep. About to knock, but just as his hand was about to make contact with the brown oak door – It was as some invisible force was holding him back. Fear.
Doesn’t go after what he wants. Pleases people who don’t really matter rather than his loved ones. doesn’t have a strong word or keeps any promises. yellow belly person! has no personality. is scared of criticism and doesn’t say no. Can’t properly place his priorities. Wastes time on silly things and takes people for granted.
He looked at her. Tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t. There was so much he could have said, so much he was willing to say. But he couldn’t. She smiled, got up, walked away and he realized. He will never see her again. It broke him. Words faltered.
He is such a coward. Can’t even face what he has done…and thinks his money makes up for it. Well, I am here to let everyone know what a true coward he is. This is not something I take lightly…stand up and be a man for heaven’s sake!
He hid under the tables as the robbers went through his belongings. The coward. Was he not even able to help himself? “Hey, I think that’s mine,” The man piped up from under his hiding spot. His voice sounded small like a church mouse. One of the gruff men holding an old keepsake watch turned around and sneered at the man. “Shut up!”
he felt as if he should have stood up to the bullies but instead he cowered into the shadows and let his best friend take the beating that had been meant for him.
Fearful. Bravery is like cowboys and cowardice is for insects, creepy crawlers. Bugs which skitter in the dark and do not come to save the day like Lassie, a D O G. The doggier the better as far as I am concerned. If only we could all be so selfless.
what happened to him. thing have changed and instead of being strong he had become a coward and extreme sensitive. this coward behaviour was not reconginzable. this was not an attribute in him. i was really shocked and scared for him.
I believe that a coward has no ability to achieve anything as he/she has no courage to risk anything, and a person who risks nothing, has nothing, does nothing, is nothing.
You could have but you didn’t. You could have but you didn’t. You stood there, shaking, it was all down to you, and what did you do? Nothing. What did you say? What did you do? Hell, man, it was all down to you, and you just stood there. Coward.
i’m a coward. i can’t follow through with anything anymore. i make promises i think i can keep, but i can’t. it means so much to me when i fail at a task, but i guarantee nobody ever notices.
I am a coward. I have always been. it is scary to think of expressing myself just as I am, to face a society that may or may not accept me. It is a struggle to be oneself and be completely fine with it. I guess we are all cowards, we are all scared of being who we are and expect to be loved. We are all selfish, but we can all be good. We are greedy, but we are still exceptionally unique
Only a coward would hit/beat his wife. There are more cowards out there than you would realize – thing is people feel ashamed when their partners turns on them physically. If you know how badly you are treated by the one who is supposed to love you inside your own home, what can you expect from the big world outside? Fear is the worst emotion.
You sure she said — weeeelll I checked it pretty thoroughly –but then– The brown stain on the cloth magnified in her vision to somethig like the gates of hell — I don’t know that I can do it – she whispered
I’m a coward, regularly. I don’t like confrontation. I don’t like new people or new situations. I take the easy way out, pleading exhaustion, tiredeness, a debilitating cough. Needing time to myself. All of which are true but can lead to passivity and even cabin fever. But, better that than take any risks. I am not, remotely, a gambler.
You’re a coward, I’m a coward, we’re all cowards in this crazy world because we just don’t have the guts to tell each other what we feel, how we think or what’s really going on inside those heads of ours. Hell, I’m a coward for not injecting heroin in to my eyeballs and cranking up until I bleed tears of sweet misery, there’s only one life for us to lose and I don’t plan to lose it.
he crawls to the top of the steps, reaches the diving platform, peers into the blue abysss and creeps back down the stairs, passing raucous kids. Again.
I am a coward. I use this fear to keep me from writing. What if I never publish anything, but I try every day for my entire life? I fear failure so much that it causes me to freeze, to stifle my soul’s big longing. How do I become brave?
Coward, what a coward he is…everything he stands for…he can’t even leave his house…is it worse to be a coward, or to fall in love with one? I don’t know, I guess we’ll both be standing by the water tonight..bit cold for a coward, don’t you think? Here we are.
I exhibit my cowardice in an untraditional way. Rarely do I shrink from confrontation, I don’t hesitate to stand up for myself when people attack me, and have been known to hold my ground (physically and otherwise) against people much larger than me. Yet, too often I waste away hours doing nothing while thinking of the writing I could be creating and the goals I could be working toward. The fear of failure or even failing to complete a goal causes me to sideline myself in secrecy.
She was a coward. She never had the courage to tell Paul how he felt. How she wish she were braver. Moments have come and gone, none of them seemed to be the right one. “Tomorrow,” she sighed, “is another day.”
i could never stand up to them. They towered over me and so i cowar under them. their words sting and yet know i will say nothing because… i am a coward. Hey, Im brave enough to admit that.
he hesitated, just that moment too long. the roof was high, very high and the ground a long, long way below. even thinking that made him want to barf, even the wildest estimation of the distance made his legs turn to water
a coward is someone who is afraid to give themselves for a just cause. they are not brave or noble and they do not want to do anything that involves and risk at all, even if it has good outcomes.
I am not one. A coward is someone who refuses to stand up for themself or others, but know they are justified and right. Cowardess is crippling in someone’s life.
you were a coward for not being able to say any of that to my face. you are pathetic. I’m not missing out. I don’t miss you. not one bit. asshole. you are the epitome of the word coward.
Pure coward. That’s what he felt like. Why couldn’t he just work up the nerve? He had made it all this way. Right to the doorstep. About to knock, but just as his hand was about to make contact with the brown oak door – It was as some invisible force was holding him back. Fear.
everyone is a coward sometimes… I am. Scared and unsure.
I don’t like. Though every one is to some extent so. can’t find any thing more. the word sounds better than its meaning.
“I made him and offer he couldn’t refuse.” “Then what?” “He ran away.”
Doesn’t go after what he wants. Pleases people who don’t really matter rather than his loved ones. doesn’t have a strong word or keeps any promises. yellow belly person! has no personality. is scared of criticism and doesn’t say no. Can’t properly place his priorities. Wastes time on silly things and takes people for granted.
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He looked at her. Tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t. There was so much he could have said, so much he was willing to say. But he couldn’t. She smiled, got up, walked away and he realized. He will never see her again. It broke him. Words faltered.
He is such a coward. Can’t even face what he has done…and thinks his money makes up for it. Well, I am here to let everyone know what a true coward he is. This is not something I take lightly…stand up and be a man for heaven’s sake!
He hid under the tables as the robbers went through his belongings. The coward. Was he not even able to help himself? “Hey, I think that’s mine,” The man piped up from under his hiding spot. His voice sounded small like a church mouse. One of the gruff men holding an old keepsake watch turned around and sneered at the man. “Shut up!”
Custard, yellow, cowboy, scaredy cat,
he felt as if he should have stood up to the bullies but instead he cowered into the shadows and let his best friend take the beating that had been meant for him.
Fearful. Bravery is like cowboys and cowardice is for insects, creepy crawlers. Bugs which skitter in the dark and do not come to save the day like Lassie, a D O G. The doggier the better as far as I am concerned. If only we could all be so selfless.
what happened to him. thing have changed and instead of being strong he had become a coward and extreme sensitive. this coward behaviour was not reconginzable. this was not an attribute in him. i was really shocked and scared for him.
I believe that a coward has no ability to achieve anything as he/she has no courage to risk anything, and a person who risks nothing, has nothing, does nothing, is nothing.
I sometimes feel like a coward,
I never call
I never write
I never even seem to care
I sometimes feel like a coward
I always fall
I always fight
I aways seem to stare
I am a coward, We all are
Hmm.. coward is coward. He is weak in his mind and he often falters in doing the right thing because he fears that it might cost him in the long run.
I am not coward as you are.
You could have but you didn’t. You could have but you didn’t. You stood there, shaking, it was all down to you, and what did you do? Nothing. What did you say? What did you do? Hell, man, it was all down to you, and you just stood there. Coward.
i’m a coward. i can’t follow through with anything anymore. i make promises i think i can keep, but i can’t. it means so much to me when i fail at a task, but i guarantee nobody ever notices.
is knowing you can overcome whats before you yet resolving not to gamble the situation.
gabi needs to get laid
I am a coward. I have always been. it is scary to think of expressing myself just as I am, to face a society that may or may not accept me. It is a struggle to be oneself and be completely fine with it. I guess we are all cowards, we are all scared of being who we are and expect to be loved. We are all selfish, but we can all be good. We are greedy, but we are still exceptionally unique
he was not a coward. he was a really strong man but circumstances had changed him
Only a coward would hit/beat his wife. There are more cowards out there than you would realize – thing is people feel ashamed when their partners turns on them physically. If you know how badly you are treated by the one who is supposed to love you inside your own home, what can you expect from the big world outside? Fear is the worst emotion.
so bruised and torn somewhere that strength must again be borne. This will happen to too few. Brokenness haunts the aching soul.
You sure she said — weeeelll I checked it pretty thoroughly –but then– The brown stain on the cloth magnified in her vision to somethig like the gates of hell — I don’t know that I can do it – she whispered
A shy guy, who is actually something most of the times. Or, otherwise, may be just a silly chicken-hearted fella
I’m a coward, regularly. I don’t like confrontation. I don’t like new people or new situations. I take the easy way out, pleading exhaustion, tiredeness, a debilitating cough. Needing time to myself. All of which are true but can lead to passivity and even cabin fever. But, better that than take any risks. I am not, remotely, a gambler.
You’re a coward, I’m a coward, we’re all cowards in this crazy world because we just don’t have the guts to tell each other what we feel, how we think or what’s really going on inside those heads of ours. Hell, I’m a coward for not injecting heroin in to my eyeballs and cranking up until I bleed tears of sweet misery, there’s only one life for us to lose and I don’t plan to lose it.
he crawls to the top of the steps, reaches the diving platform, peers into the blue abysss and creeps back down the stairs, passing raucous kids. Again.
I am a coward. I use this fear to keep me from writing. What if I never publish anything, but I try every day for my entire life? I fear failure so much that it causes me to freeze, to stifle my soul’s big longing. How do I become brave?
Coward, what a coward he is…everything he stands for…he can’t even leave his house…is it worse to be a coward, or to fall in love with one? I don’t know, I guess we’ll both be standing by the water tonight..bit cold for a coward, don’t you think? Here we are.
I exhibit my cowardice in an untraditional way. Rarely do I shrink from confrontation, I don’t hesitate to stand up for myself when people attack me, and have been known to hold my ground (physically and otherwise) against people much larger than me. Yet, too often I waste away hours doing nothing while thinking of the writing I could be creating and the goals I could be working toward. The fear of failure or even failing to complete a goal causes me to sideline myself in secrecy.
She was a coward. She never had the courage to tell Paul how he felt. How she wish she were braver. Moments have come and gone, none of them seemed to be the right one. “Tomorrow,” she sighed, “is another day.”
i could never stand up to them. They towered over me and so i cowar under them. their words sting and yet know i will say nothing because… i am a coward. Hey, Im brave enough to admit that.
Hiding my feelings and thoughts,
Being a coward,
Not having the courage to say what I want.
I’m too scared to act,
but too afraid not to.
I fear the consequences,
But I want to face the truth.
he hesitated, just that moment too long. the roof was high, very high and the ground a long, long way below. even thinking that made him want to barf, even the wildest estimation of the distance made his legs turn to water
a coward is someone who is afraid to give themselves for a just cause. they are not brave or noble and they do not want to do anything that involves and risk at all, even if it has good outcomes.
I am not one. A coward is someone who refuses to stand up for themself or others, but know they are justified and right. Cowardess is crippling in someone’s life.
you were a coward for not being able to say any of that to my face. you are pathetic. I’m not missing out. I don’t miss you. not one bit. asshole. you are the epitome of the word coward.