finite is so finite, i dont really know what it means but yes, is a pretty word. I think is funny also, because is like Thin in spanish, am, i dont really know what i have to write, i didnt get the point, im just writting because it told me to write about the word. thank you for giving me the chance to write
An extremely limited entity. The crushing and disturbing realization that there is an end to everything, that, unlike what television and movies have made us believe, we do not live forever. In the end, there is only the memories we leave behind with others. But we should be grateful we don’t life forever, for death is truly the mother of beauty.
Things always end. Everything, except for infinity. But infinity isn’t everywhere. If it were everywhere, there would be no room for anything else. It’s only in some places; but in those places, it never ends. You can isolate parts and make them finite, but there’s still an infinite amount. It’s quite interesting. Take empty space for example; there’s obviously an infinite amount of it, but it can be isolated to some degree.
Time is always finite, yet sometime I feel like I act as though I have an endless supply. Let’s say I were a wizard. Would I have limitless time to learn magic? No! At least until I find the recipe for the age stopping potion anyways.
The finite universe around him disappeared as he sat. He sat, his mind working of it’s own accord, neither denying nor clinging. Barriers of reality broke around him like glass panes, shattering his preconceptions of what was real. All he could do was laugh.
there are so many times you can feel so blue. i’m sure there’s a life limit, and then you’ll eventually die. i don’t mean to be overdramatic about this, it’s true. you can only feel so much anguish. you must know that. it can’t get any worse! trust me, trust god. trust is the only thing you can love.
finite. it is a movement and a motion and a feeling, it is tiny and small and perfect. i would very much like to have a finite relationship because i feel that it would be set in stone; that it would be beautiful and orderly in its spontaneity. i never really understood the meaning of finite but i feel as if it is a word i would like to understand better. it has a definition difficult to grasp. i do not have much time left – that was a finite rule. was that the correct usage? the bar is turning red now. in my head – oh, time is up, goodbye!
This finite line,
subdued and sublime,
keeps going ’till it’s gone.
Although, at times,
I fancy its chimes,
like a clock, tick tock,
it goes on and on.
But ends must come,
like the dusk has its dawn.
I have no idea what this word means, but it seems that it means something has finished. Maybe it means that the night is over. It has the words ‘fin’ and ‘nite’. That makes no sense. Ah i really don’t know what to write.
No time to complete that which once called so urgently. Too many distractions or too little will. If I could have, wouldn’t I have? Not that it matters. Thinking about it now might change something. I hope.
i have no idea what that means haha
i know im probably the only person ever not to know. Does it mean forever? Like infinite? It probably does, so this thing doesnt ask for the def. But i gave it anway.
winter n buffalo is not finite , the glare from the snow is finite ,it ends at the top of the hill.the numbers in my checking account are finite for sure ,as is the amount of chips left in the bowl, coffee in pot ,patience ,my typing abilities are ceratinly finite ,as illustrated ,as is my pattience .I hope this is a finite exercise ,herbadmother gets some doozies. I liked the beta x mas, tho petersantilli was po-d about he static . When is this going to end , is there a bell or somthing my hand s going asleep
Life seems like it’s finite, but is it really? I’m not so sure. Perhaps there is life beyond the mortal coil. It’s been an age old discussion, and perhaps its just the fear. But living only in this existance and then never exisiting beyond that point seems like an unwelcoming concept. But perhaps it’s the truth.
my finite soul. i am bound to this bitterness instilled on me like a birthmark, is this what you call a birth right? does thin make it alright for me to act like you don’t run my mind around in circles, driving me crazy?
They sat beside each other at the edge of town. It was their usual spot. They had a year and a half to go, but they were already thinking of the end. When they would go their separate ways. Well, if they would was the bigger worry. Did they want this to continue or did they want more? They were pretty happy with things. Walking the dark sidewalks together every night and day. Doing the same shit they always did. But they knew someday it would have to end. But.. at least.. the memories, even if it did end, wouldn’t be finite. This had meant too much.
There is nothing finite about me. I will go on forever in the minds of those who love me. My find must be finite because this is all I can think of to say.
It’s there. A firm rock on the earth unable to be moved unless by some divine force. It has seen the world and all it’s occurances. Though it sits, unaffected, as if to laugh at the pitiful actions humans decide to be important in the history of the world.
Like the life he once lived, I found myself lost on the way to Rev. Metz’s funeral. The directions I received from the congregation was sketchy at best. Driving endlessly in circles, I turned around and headed back to the safety of home. The good Rev. will remain in my prayers. Forever.
The world is not as infinite as one might believe it to be. Most people want to enjoy what they think is filled with unimaginable possibilities. What we must realize, however, is that the world is only as finite as the amount of time we put into thinking.
finite: something which is coutnable and as such may run out. finite resources are buried, deep in the ground, created by mother nature for our benefit. were they intended to last us forever? perhaps, but the likelihood is not, and thus we must find new ways to create energy, from what we have already learned.
There was a miniscule, finite possibilty he had seen her hiding behind the vending machine. Even though she had put on 40pounds, had bushier eyebrows and had accquired a taste for nylon slacks, those green eyes wre unforgettable.
the end of the earth comes sooner than we expect. life and nature is finite and ending. All we know will someday be gone from the planet, from existence. a fragile dance of life and the beyond, the ether, holds us all in its steps. this is the moment that matters. This is what counts/
finite is lack of time lack of space, my energies and attentions squandered on things that don’t matter, people I don’t even know. I sit here and miss the things and people that really do matter, the chances to make a difference in the world that I DO have.
finite is so finite, i dont really know what it means but yes, is a pretty word. I think is funny also, because is like Thin in spanish, am, i dont really know what i have to write, i didnt get the point, im just writting because it told me to write about the word. thank you for giving me the chance to write
An extremely limited entity. The crushing and disturbing realization that there is an end to everything, that, unlike what television and movies have made us believe, we do not live forever. In the end, there is only the memories we leave behind with others. But we should be grateful we don’t life forever, for death is truly the mother of beauty.
Things always end. Everything, except for infinity. But infinity isn’t everywhere. If it were everywhere, there would be no room for anything else. It’s only in some places; but in those places, it never ends. You can isolate parts and make them finite, but there’s still an infinite amount. It’s quite interesting. Take empty space for example; there’s obviously an infinite amount of it, but it can be isolated to some degree.
so small, its pointless, yet to the point.
Time is always finite, yet sometime I feel like I act as though I have an endless supply. Let’s say I were a wizard. Would I have limitless time to learn magic? No! At least until I find the recipe for the age stopping potion anyways.
the world’s resources are so incredibly finite but based on how our society lives no one could ever tell. the constant construction and consumerism
finite is never ending. it is a constant circle of moving energy, nothing can disrupt the finite. It is undoable, it is forever.it is decided for you.
The finite universe around him disappeared as he sat. He sat, his mind working of it’s own accord, neither denying nor clinging. Barriers of reality broke around him like glass panes, shattering his preconceptions of what was real. All he could do was laugh.
there are so many times you can feel so blue. i’m sure there’s a life limit, and then you’ll eventually die. i don’t mean to be overdramatic about this, it’s true. you can only feel so much anguish. you must know that. it can’t get any worse! trust me, trust god. trust is the only thing you can love.
finite. it is a movement and a motion and a feeling, it is tiny and small and perfect. i would very much like to have a finite relationship because i feel that it would be set in stone; that it would be beautiful and orderly in its spontaneity. i never really understood the meaning of finite but i feel as if it is a word i would like to understand better. it has a definition difficult to grasp. i do not have much time left – that was a finite rule. was that the correct usage? the bar is turning red now. in my head – oh, time is up, goodbye!
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This finite line,
subdued and sublime,
keeps going ’till it’s gone.
Although, at times,
I fancy its chimes,
like a clock, tick tock,
it goes on and on.
But ends must come,
like the dusk has its dawn.
I have no idea what this word means, but it seems that it means something has finished. Maybe it means that the night is over. It has the words ‘fin’ and ‘nite’. That makes no sense. Ah i really don’t know what to write.
the opposite of infinite which is never ending so probaly ending fast or not even ending or starting
There is a finite amount of love in the world…
No time to complete that which once called so urgently. Too many distractions or too little will. If I could have, wouldn’t I have? Not that it matters. Thinking about it now might change something. I hope.
i have no idea what that means haha
i know im probably the only person ever not to know. Does it mean forever? Like infinite? It probably does, so this thing doesnt ask for the def. But i gave it anway.
Life is finite, only finite.
If only it wasn’t.
If only it was endless.
If only I could be…
Then all could be seen.
winter n buffalo is not finite , the glare from the snow is finite ,it ends at the top of the hill.the numbers in my checking account are finite for sure ,as is the amount of chips left in the bowl, coffee in pot ,patience ,my typing abilities are ceratinly finite ,as illustrated ,as is my pattience .I hope this is a finite exercise ,herbadmother gets some doozies. I liked the beta x mas, tho petersantilli was po-d about he static . When is this going to end , is there a bell or somthing my hand s going asleep
there was a finite time. I couldn’t finish my snack, and I had to throw the rest out, which made me sad because I really needed the salt.
limited, ending, finished, over, not very much of
Finite is forever. So far only a couple of things in my life have been forever. Death being one of them.
Life seems like it’s finite, but is it really? I’m not so sure. Perhaps there is life beyond the mortal coil. It’s been an age old discussion, and perhaps its just the fear. But living only in this existance and then never exisiting beyond that point seems like an unwelcoming concept. But perhaps it’s the truth.
I love him still. I don’t think it will ever feel finite
my finite soul. i am bound to this bitterness instilled on me like a birthmark, is this what you call a birth right? does thin make it alright for me to act like you don’t run my mind around in circles, driving me crazy?
They sat beside each other at the edge of town. It was their usual spot. They had a year and a half to go, but they were already thinking of the end. When they would go their separate ways. Well, if they would was the bigger worry. Did they want this to continue or did they want more? They were pretty happy with things. Walking the dark sidewalks together every night and day. Doing the same shit they always did. But they knew someday it would have to end. But.. at least.. the memories, even if it did end, wouldn’t be finite. This had meant too much.
I know what this word means but I don’t know enough about it to write anything, makes me feel stupid as hell.
There is nothing finite about me. I will go on forever in the minds of those who love me. My find must be finite because this is all I can think of to say.
It’s there. A firm rock on the earth unable to be moved unless by some divine force. It has seen the world and all it’s occurances. Though it sits, unaffected, as if to laugh at the pitiful actions humans decide to be important in the history of the world.
Finite. End. All things must have one. Hmm. Time running out. Finite amount of it for this project.
Like the life he once lived, I found myself lost on the way to Rev. Metz’s funeral. The directions I received from the congregation was sketchy at best. Driving endlessly in circles, I turned around and headed back to the safety of home. The good Rev. will remain in my prayers. Forever.
Life might kick you in the balls today, but this is all you have. Enjoy it! Live it! don’t let life pass you by.
The world is not as infinite as one might believe it to be. Most people want to enjoy what they think is filled with unimaginable possibilities. What we must realize, however, is that the world is only as finite as the amount of time we put into thinking.
you cant finite it all, things are ending and becoming new without you can count it
you may die and not be countble
finite: something which is coutnable and as such may run out. finite resources are buried, deep in the ground, created by mother nature for our benefit. were they intended to last us forever? perhaps, but the likelihood is not, and thus we must find new ways to create energy, from what we have already learned.
our time here is finite. Better get cracking.
There was a miniscule, finite possibilty he had seen her hiding behind the vending machine. Even though she had put on 40pounds, had bushier eyebrows and had accquired a taste for nylon slacks, those green eyes wre unforgettable.
the end of the earth comes sooner than we expect. life and nature is finite and ending. All we know will someday be gone from the planet, from existence. a fragile dance of life and the beyond, the ether, holds us all in its steps. this is the moment that matters. This is what counts/
it is the small things that are important… not acoomplishements…drinking tea, breathing. that is finite
finite is lack of time lack of space, my energies and attentions squandered on things that don’t matter, people I don’t even know. I sit here and miss the things and people that really do matter, the chances to make a difference in the world that I DO have.