I woke up just a few moments ago. I believe I am being discreet about it. Perhaps not. Miss Emilie Autumn’s “How Strange” is still stuck in my head. It’s not too terrible. My wisdom teeth wounds are also fading.
Be quiet, say nothing. There are people who are desperate to know the goings-on, and all you must do is remain silent. It is not a matter of life and death, not even a matter of great importance, IN THE LONG RUN, but right now, it is vital – be discreet!
A secret running the length of a hall behind eyelids and fanned fingers. Someday this will be common knowledge but for now please keep it under your hat, for it could ruin us all. Treat this information delicately. Someday this secret will be meaningless but right now it purposes my life. Someday this life will bemeaningless but right now it purposes my secret.
he was never discreet in his public dealings, but always in his private ones. So loose with himself, so guarded for others. It was acombination that made him popular, but lonely.
Being discreet is usually not something that I am used to. For me, If you are being discreet about something, you need a REASON to do so. For example, you are either hiding something, you don’t want people to notice that certain thing you are being discreet about, or you are shy. For one, I’m not usually shy, and for two, I don’t USUALLY like hiding things. Hiding things puts me in such an uncomfortable spot, because I feel I can be open to the world(in certain aspects) and I have nothing to hide. But don’t get me wrong, I do believe there are certain things in this world that are best kept hidden or kept discreet. But when it comes to the generalized idea of the things in my life, you probably won’t find it being discreet.
He was silent. Shadows crept upon the walls, growing as the lights got closer. Still, he wasn’t found. The theif lowered himself though the cellar doors.
I am so discreet. Everybody knows this. In fact, I am known as Mrs. Discreet. My husband is Mr. Discreet. We were married on the fourth of July and we have more than a thousand kids. We don’t like to go out into the world. But we do occasionally. Which is how people began to know us as discreet.
I always think that discreeet sounds like something a lady should be; something that disintegrated when people decided manners didn’t matter. What you acted like didn’t matter. Just do what you want and don’t think about what other people think- a good idea, perhaps, if you let people walk all over you, but what happens when your un-discreetness bruises other hearts because you’ve turned careless?
The agreement was discreet, made over cups of coffee and muffins of fruit. There was nothing much to be said. They both understood what they wanted, they both understood what they could grant. In the end, it is the simplest of things that spell our downfalls.
His feet couldn’t help waking the floorboards beneath him. For all his efforts he still wasn’t being very discreet.
Each step grew louder and louder, until his echoing footsteps could be heard within the whole house.
He knew that girl was discreet. But he didn’t expect her to be this good. he cursed the day he left his window open… Now all of his belongings are gone.
did you think we could get away with it? he spoke low and his voice was pitted with regret. if we were more discreet, it would have been a cinch but it was you had to wear the clown trousers and those god-awful oversize shoes.
“You’ll be discreet about this, won’t you?” she asked with just a touch of alarm. He was already thinking about his opening line to his buds when he joined them at the bar after work tonight.
is this the word of the hour – i’ve seen this one a short while ago. Or was I to be mum about that – being a part of the “discretion”. A paradox – showing discretion, it mustn’t be made visible.
the buzzing of gnats beneath a streelight. they’re so tiny and barely visible. each competing for the heat and the glow. the very same heat and the very same glow. they form a massive swarm and swallow up the sky.
discreet is a word that means to nopt tell widely, but I think it schould be the opposite of excrete, which means to just blurt it out . what do you think? there is little you can say that describes something like its opposite! I think that a brilliant
I think someone has made it so that every unhealthy snack or junk food candy has a wrapper that purposely crinkles extremely loudly. You cannot sneak a so called “sinful” treat discreetly. You are bound to get caught by that damn crackle that makes you feel so guilty. Cookie jars too! They are made out of the most ringing ceramic with a heavy lid that does not remove or set back in a discreet manner whatsoever.
I don’t know too much about this word. I never fully understand what it means. Is it like.. honest, sincere? I guess. Then I guess I’d like to be discreet. I’d like you to be discreet.
When someone tries to be discreet, it usually just ends up blowing up in their face. For instance, when you quietly talk about someone and they are standing right behind you. Another example is when someone sits in the bathroom stall next to you and tries to discreetly have a bowel movement only to explode with such diarrhea that they huff and puff, and you realize why you hate using public restrooms.
A secret. Recently thought out, but never told. Under the sheets. A mystery. Hidden. Lustful. Forbidden. Textbook romances under teacher supervisions. Memory uncalled. Things tucked away. Zipped lips and tight tongues.
i tried to be discreet but all my words and muttering and flailing limbs made me a fly trap for attention. i was a magnet to all the turning gazes of the room. i slip. i fall. i stumble. i am.
that is what i am
she discreetly hid her feelings, for no one should ever witness that much pain.
knowing what to say, when. Not causing pain. Hiding your true self. Right? Wrong? A dilemma
I should keep my thoughts on this very much to myself, shouldn’t I?
discreet tee creed reed screed sit tide dis
trying to be discreet, i slipped into the room and much to my amazement there was a party going on…
I woke up just a few moments ago. I believe I am being discreet about it. Perhaps not. Miss Emilie Autumn’s “How Strange” is still stuck in my head. It’s not too terrible. My wisdom teeth wounds are also fading.
How strange.
being discreet is the only way to get what you want
Be quiet, say nothing. There are people who are desperate to know the goings-on, and all you must do is remain silent. It is not a matter of life and death, not even a matter of great importance, IN THE LONG RUN, but right now, it is vital – be discreet!
I have no idea what in the world discreet means so I have no idea what I am writing. Thank you goodbye.
secret and tactful and quiet and and diplomatic and and wise.
I wish more were discreet as much as I wish more were honest and forthright.
A secret running the length of a hall behind eyelids and fanned fingers. Someday this will be common knowledge but for now please keep it under your hat, for it could ruin us all. Treat this information delicately. Someday this secret will be meaningless but right now it purposes my life. Someday this life will bemeaningless but right now it purposes my secret.
the diplomat was discreete in his speech.
he was never discreet in his public dealings, but always in his private ones. So loose with himself, so guarded for others. It was acombination that made him popular, but lonely.
“A DISCREET SILENCE”
is an anagram of
“LICENSE IS CREATED”
Being discreet is usually not something that I am used to. For me, If you are being discreet about something, you need a REASON to do so. For example, you are either hiding something, you don’t want people to notice that certain thing you are being discreet about, or you are shy. For one, I’m not usually shy, and for two, I don’t USUALLY like hiding things. Hiding things puts me in such an uncomfortable spot, because I feel I can be open to the world(in certain aspects) and I have nothing to hide. But don’t get me wrong, I do believe there are certain things in this world that are best kept hidden or kept discreet. But when it comes to the generalized idea of the things in my life, you probably won’t find it being discreet.
You can never be discreet. You think you are, but you not. And to be honest, I don’t want you to be discreet!
He was silent. Shadows crept upon the walls, growing as the lights got closer. Still, he wasn’t found. The theif lowered himself though the cellar doors.
Dis Crete is one interestin’ eye land, mahn. She got some his story in da Greek mine. Dis Crete be one gorge juss place. I wan live here, mahn.
I am so discreet. Everybody knows this. In fact, I am known as Mrs. Discreet. My husband is Mr. Discreet. We were married on the fourth of July and we have more than a thousand kids. We don’t like to go out into the world. But we do occasionally. Which is how people began to know us as discreet.
I always think that discreeet sounds like something a lady should be; something that disintegrated when people decided manners didn’t matter. What you acted like didn’t matter. Just do what you want and don’t think about what other people think- a good idea, perhaps, if you let people walk all over you, but what happens when your un-discreetness bruises other hearts because you’ve turned careless?
The agreement was discreet, made over cups of coffee and muffins of fruit. There was nothing much to be said. They both understood what they wanted, they both understood what they could grant. In the end, it is the simplest of things that spell our downfalls.
His feet couldn’t help waking the floorboards beneath him. For all his efforts he still wasn’t being very discreet.
Each step grew louder and louder, until his echoing footsteps could be heard within the whole house.
secretly doing something so other people wouldn’t notice
He knew that girl was discreet. But he didn’t expect her to be this good. he cursed the day he left his window open… Now all of his belongings are gone.
Oh hell, his wife will sure kill him today.
did you think we could get away with it? he spoke low and his voice was pitted with regret. if we were more discreet, it would have been a cinch but it was you had to wear the clown trousers and those god-awful oversize shoes.
“You’ll be discreet about this, won’t you?” she asked with just a touch of alarm. He was already thinking about his opening line to his buds when he joined them at the bar after work tonight.
discreet
is this the word of the hour – i’ve seen this one a short while ago. Or was I to be mum about that – being a part of the “discretion”. A paradox – showing discretion, it mustn’t be made visible.
To not give oneself away entirely. To have a few cards up one’s sleeve for a later play.
discreet iooooooooooooooooooo
I you would be more.
the buzzing of gnats beneath a streelight. they’re so tiny and barely visible. each competing for the heat and the glow. the very same heat and the very same glow. they form a massive swarm and swallow up the sky.
discreet is a word that means to nopt tell widely, but I think it schould be the opposite of excrete, which means to just blurt it out . what do you think? there is little you can say that describes something like its opposite! I think that a brilliant
well hidden and not obviouse
I think someone has made it so that every unhealthy snack or junk food candy has a wrapper that purposely crinkles extremely loudly. You cannot sneak a so called “sinful” treat discreetly. You are bound to get caught by that damn crackle that makes you feel so guilty. Cookie jars too! They are made out of the most ringing ceramic with a heavy lid that does not remove or set back in a discreet manner whatsoever.
I don’t know too much about this word. I never fully understand what it means. Is it like.. honest, sincere? I guess. Then I guess I’d like to be discreet. I’d like you to be discreet.
When someone tries to be discreet, it usually just ends up blowing up in their face. For instance, when you quietly talk about someone and they are standing right behind you. Another example is when someone sits in the bathroom stall next to you and tries to discreetly have a bowel movement only to explode with such diarrhea that they huff and puff, and you realize why you hate using public restrooms.
A secret. Recently thought out, but never told. Under the sheets. A mystery. Hidden. Lustful. Forbidden. Textbook romances under teacher supervisions. Memory uncalled. Things tucked away. Zipped lips and tight tongues.
i tried to be discreet but all my words and muttering and flailing limbs made me a fly trap for attention. i was a magnet to all the turning gazes of the room. i slip. i fall. i stumble. i am.