There are none but you, Jane, who could have saved me from myself by showing me how to be the one I want to be. I intend to love and you of all have given me the key.
I didn’t have any, or so I thought. None. Nun? I saw one while walking to the store, on the way to get some (and thus have some, as opposed to none). What was it, anyway? Nutmeg? Pickling spice? Peace of mind? I had some of that, at least.
“None. I will have none of this,” she said, pushing the plate away.
It was filled with hatred, competitiveness, a measuring stick and a ruler, to swat with.
Give me compassion, creativity, openness, a unique texture, flavor and rhythm and arms for hugging. That’s what I want. Not one of the none, thank you and no thank you.
She had all of the virtues I dislike, and none of the vices I admire.
There, a little Winston for you.
But it was true; she really was the most remarkable woman.
She could make you feel like you were a little worm, about to be chopped in half.
a man in his big brown truck just drove up. i’ve never talked to him on more than a professional level. none of the time we have spent talking was anything ore than a hello. none of his life is known to me and none of mine to him. i wonder who he really is.
The wind from atop the mountain blew through her hair and she stared below her, down, down, down the slope to find that there was none. None left of what she had come to call home.
it conjures up the thoughts of lonliness. Or does it mean strength? There is “none” left, but this can mean we are alone, or that we are empowered as a result of that emptiness.
Holding back, holding up. There was nothing. There were none. Everything, everyone.. It all was gone. Desperate hope that no longer applied in this deserted life. What did we do wrong?
I wake up in the morning. I check facebook, my e-mail, everything. None. It’s like you’ve stopped trying and I’m scared that I’m the only one who cares anymore. A couple isn’t a guy fighting for a girl.
None came to meet her or console her. She spent the night alone regretting having ever played such a prank on her best friend who now lay unconscious in the hospital, battling for life.
None of them really knew how much I was in love, but it was almost all that I could think about. Even thirty years later, nearly everything I saw throughout an ordinary day triggered a memory. And every day it was still too much to handle, never having consummated this unrequited burden that would inevitably bring me to my knees.
None? What a lonely word. It makes me think on the time I spent when I first moved to Perth from the UK; alone. My family knew not one person in this country, and I found it difficult to make friends.
7 months later, I’ve got a boyfriend, and some of the most amazing friends I could ask for.
“None of this makes any sense,” Mariella stated emphatically as the evidence techs worked diligently all around her. “If Davis wanted to kidnap his children, there were easier ways to do it. He could have just picked them up from school, but instead, what? He landed a helicopter on the front yard and grabbed them in broad daylight? No, this was a hired Doppelganger job, and we’re going to solve it.”
She opened the door that evening, there was the moon and the stars lighting up the sky.
None of the plants had yet flowered yet the leaves glissened in the golden light from the sky.
none of us trying to break the silence, i don’t think it’s a good idea to say goodbye. But then again i close my eyes and put my highest trust to this man, in front of me. “we’re good” he says clearly. i take my bag and walk away
None of the tribe was concerned that the cub was pure white. It was one of their own. She had the markikngs of the gods and was going to fulfull her destiny.
During the winter he had not expected to fall in love with the quiet young woman, he had money and she had none, although beautiful in a strange way, pale soft skin upon her lithe frame, large eyes and long shiny dark hair like his.
of those guys would ever try that shit with me again. Not after they see Henry’s face. That fuck, I told them over and over again that I piss when I’m cornered! Piss high and straight and true!
There was none. What had happened to the man’s sense? I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t agree with such an elementary idea- and then it hit me. What the man in the hat had said to me, about differences- and how his experience had taught him to deal with the one they called O-
I looked at Alysse. I had none of her beauty whatsoever. I was plain, if that. She was blonde and French, she had long willowy legs and a fit body. I was mousy-haired and short, with a body perfect for ballet–flat chest, no hips. We both had the same blue eyes, but she had long lashes and that magical way of melting men’s bones. Looks alone almost gave me a reason to hate my sister.
no money, no job? No significant other? What do you have none of…oh maybe common sense? I’d believe it. the way you pretend to have everything together and don’t? the way you try and make everyone believe you are something perfect. None is the best word to describe you….because you have nothing!
And then there were none.
It’s a book by Agatha Christie (I hope I spelled her last name right).
We read it in book club last year.
It didn’t really work out, though.
Not even the president finished it (shhhh!)
I was the president.
there is nothing to do. Not one thing. none. overnights at work. so many things I could be doing. I’m doing none. no one to talk to. none. everyone’s alseep. sometimes none is good. but not lately….
our love,
a song you haven’t begun
to sing, but one i’ve begun to write
despite the fear and uncertainty-
assure me, somebody please
that i’m not as crazy as
my out-of-body sees.
There are none but you, Jane, who could have saved me from myself by showing me how to be the one I want to be. I intend to love and you of all have given me the key.
I didn’t have any, or so I thought. None. Nun? I saw one while walking to the store, on the way to get some (and thus have some, as opposed to none). What was it, anyway? Nutmeg? Pickling spice? Peace of mind? I had some of that, at least.
“None. I will have none of this,” she said, pushing the plate away.
It was filled with hatred, competitiveness, a measuring stick and a ruler, to swat with.
Give me compassion, creativity, openness, a unique texture, flavor and rhythm and arms for hugging. That’s what I want. Not one of the none, thank you and no thank you.
Compacted no one.
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Number of things that I have accomplished professionally. I am smart and creative, and a pretty enthusiatic person, just no follow-through.
none of the nuns were there.
very punny.
yeah well you congo long without one.
She had all of the virtues I dislike, and none of the vices I admire.
There, a little Winston for you.
But it was true; she really was the most remarkable woman.
She could make you feel like you were a little worm, about to be chopped in half.
a man in his big brown truck just drove up. i’ve never talked to him on more than a professional level. none of the time we have spent talking was anything ore than a hello. none of his life is known to me and none of mine to him. i wonder who he really is.
I wrote about this yesterday.
None – a void. Nothing but stars visible from the black hole.
None – the lack thereof.
The wind from atop the mountain blew through her hair and she stared below her, down, down, down the slope to find that there was none. None left of what she had come to call home.
none of you will ever know me, unless i am willing to die for you. it’s a simple exchange of trust and sacrifice.
“There’s none left,” she said as I was about to reach for the pot of leftovers.
“What am I supposed to eat then?”
“Go make yourself a sandwich.”
it conjures up the thoughts of lonliness. Or does it mean strength? There is “none” left, but this can mean we are alone, or that we are empowered as a result of that emptiness.
Holding back, holding up. There was nothing. There were none. Everything, everyone.. It all was gone. Desperate hope that no longer applied in this deserted life. What did we do wrong?
I already wrote about nothingness.
A blank slate.
Nothing on my plate.
Finding something to appreciate is hard, but it’s my fate to break the silence.
Looks like I’m too late.
None like these will do for now. None, nothing, nada.
The end!
I wake up in the morning. I check facebook, my e-mail, everything. None. It’s like you’ve stopped trying and I’m scared that I’m the only one who cares anymore. A couple isn’t a guy fighting for a girl.
None came to meet her or console her. She spent the night alone regretting having ever played such a prank on her best friend who now lay unconscious in the hospital, battling for life.
i have it. always.
where am I. Could you find me if you tried? Dark was the night. Chilly. Overall no particular success a
None of them really knew how much I was in love, but it was almost all that I could think about. Even thirty years later, nearly everything I saw throughout an ordinary day triggered a memory. And every day it was still too much to handle, never having consummated this unrequited burden that would inevitably bring me to my knees.
None? What a lonely word. It makes me think on the time I spent when I first moved to Perth from the UK; alone. My family knew not one person in this country, and I found it difficult to make friends.
7 months later, I’ve got a boyfriend, and some of the most amazing friends I could ask for.
“None of this makes any sense,” Mariella stated emphatically as the evidence techs worked diligently all around her. “If Davis wanted to kidnap his children, there were easier ways to do it. He could have just picked them up from school, but instead, what? He landed a helicopter on the front yard and grabbed them in broad daylight? No, this was a hired Doppelganger job, and we’re going to solve it.”
She opened the door that evening, there was the moon and the stars lighting up the sky.
None of the plants had yet flowered yet the leaves glissened in the golden light from the sky.
none of us trying to break the silence, i don’t think it’s a good idea to say goodbye. But then again i close my eyes and put my highest trust to this man, in front of me. “we’re good” he says clearly. i take my bag and walk away
None of the tribe was concerned that the cub was pure white. It was one of their own. She had the markikngs of the gods and was going to fulfull her destiny.
none is a word that means nothing. nothing at all. something that never exists. you can’t see it or feel it, because ir doesn’t exist anyway
During the winter he had not expected to fall in love with the quiet young woman, he had money and she had none, although beautiful in a strange way, pale soft skin upon her lithe frame, large eyes and long shiny dark hair like his.
blank, empty spaces.white walls peace? loneliness, beach eco friendly God
Nothing, nothing is left. We’re empty here, alone and scared. Wait for night fall, we’re alone. We live and die alone.
its always none which springs up when u want to type something.NOthing is as of now striking my head.none is no one
of those guys would ever try that shit with me again. Not after they see Henry’s face. That fuck, I told them over and over again that I piss when I’m cornered! Piss high and straight and true!
There was none. What had happened to the man’s sense? I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t agree with such an elementary idea- and then it hit me. What the man in the hat had said to me, about differences- and how his experience had taught him to deal with the one they called O-
I looked at Alysse. I had none of her beauty whatsoever. I was plain, if that. She was blonde and French, she had long willowy legs and a fit body. I was mousy-haired and short, with a body perfect for ballet–flat chest, no hips. We both had the same blue eyes, but she had long lashes and that magical way of melting men’s bones. Looks alone almost gave me a reason to hate my sister.
no money, no job? No significant other? What do you have none of…oh maybe common sense? I’d believe it. the way you pretend to have everything together and don’t? the way you try and make everyone believe you are something perfect. None is the best word to describe you….because you have nothing!
And then there were none.
It’s a book by Agatha Christie (I hope I spelled her last name right).
We read it in book club last year.
It didn’t really work out, though.
Not even the president finished it (shhhh!)
I was the president.
None other could out shine the man that I love. He is like none i have ever seen before.
there is nothing to do. Not one thing. none. overnights at work. so many things I could be doing. I’m doing none. no one to talk to. none. everyone’s alseep. sometimes none is good. but not lately….
our love,
a song you haven’t begun
to sing, but one i’ve begun to write
despite the fear and uncertainty-
assure me, somebody please
that i’m not as crazy as
my out-of-body sees.