He looked down and considered the offer. He knew it to be too good to be true, but his kind heart and optimism deceived him. As soon as he said yes he knew he had made a terrible decision. Fate would have it that it would be one of the best offers he ever agreed to. He looked at his friend a few hours later and smirked, “that really was the best fried rice I’ve ever had.”
I can make you only this offer. Only this small, breathing thing, which cannot survive outside of your care and cannot make its own way in the world. I can offer you only my tiny, fluttering heart. It is all I can bring to your feet, but I will bring it.
The job offer was more generous than I could have imagined. It was more money and they were going to pay for my relocation. I stood there staring at the fax letter and wondering how on earth I could have been so luck to have that offer. I mean I was good at my job but they were going to pay me how much to do what I love to do anyway?
Woud you make a deal with a demon, if it offered? ‘The beggars near bodegas grin and, me, I think they want something’ Yeah, they do. Your SOUL mwhahaha.
((when in doubt quote indie pop songs and laugh evilly))
Oops! A fatal error occurred. Sorry. But if you’d like to offer us a million sugar cookies we might be willing to fix it for you. That is, only if they are delivered by a Keebler Elf.
So in other words: oops, good luck! You’re screwed.
She offered him all the cherries from the tree and he turned away. He replied that anything she gave him could never be enough to make him stay. She kept her eyes pierced to his and demanded an explanation. Nothing should be as difficult as he made it. Especially not them. Not this.
An offer is a once in a while kind of thing where somebody, usually a salesman or some company, is willing you to give you a great deal or ‘offer’ but the catch is that you have a limited amount of time to act upon it. At least that’s the most common interpretation of the word used where I come from. Also, it can be used in the context of trading by making an ‘offer’ for an item of equal or lesser/greater than value.
she offered herself to him, on a platter. did he say anything? do anything? no. he ignored her like she was just a panel of wood in the floor. She loved him, and this is what she gets for putting her heart out there.
an offer to be alive with all the emotions of life or an ooffer to reek with the rest of the glutony lovers and sorry no bodies rest with us each morning as we open our eyes.
you decide in your mind, but the real answer rest within your spirit
I offer to help. She declines, every time. That’s always how it’s been, and I doubt it will change in the near future. I doubt it will ever change. She won’t accept help, and I can’t stop trying to give it to her.
Everyone goes through pain. It is just a part of life. No matter what someone says or what someone does to help you through your pain, it never helps. Time doesn’t heal but it does help you to cope. There are always two sides to every story and it doesn’t always have to be death, or the end. Stories can move on and mold into something magical, if you allow it to. However you decide to deal with your pain is detrimental to how your story ends, or maybe even begins. Pretending you are not hurting is the hardest thing to do and it seems to you that it makes you stronger or presume to be strong. Weakness frightens me, pain terrifies me and my biggest fear of all, is myself. I am the only one I cannot walk away from. The only way I know how to deal with my self inflicted phobias, is to hide. No one to see my weakness. No one to see my pain. No one to offer condolences. For I deserve to be left alone in my own misery.
What do I have to offer to the world?
Well, I suppose my smarts. I’m an all-A student with a 28 on my ACT.
I’ve got my kindness. I always help someone in need.
But most importantly, I’ve got my music. It’s something that will always lead me home, and I’ll always treasure as something that no one else sees value in but…
ME.
and its pulsating gaze offered worlds to me. In that maw of possibility where anything could happen but nothing ever did, I saw the true face of chaos: future possibility forever rendered in dripping invective by present discontent.
to offer your love to someone very special
to offer a hand to a friend in need
to offer your heart to what really matters the most
to offer your soul to the darkness within
to offer……what a simple act can say about what kind of person you really are
I’m really fucking fucked, if you offered me something right now, I wouldn’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about. I’m that fucked. Anyway an offer is something you can’t refuse, unless you want to sleep with the fishes. Or want a dead horse in your bed.
What you held out to me and I hesitantly said yes, not knowing if I ever could fix myself. You wanted me to take a chance and I did even though I didn’t know if it would work or that. You wanted to give me things, namely hope. That Pandorian concept, it’s almost inconceivable.
offer myself to my partner to share my life with. she is fantastic and when we took our vows i had never been so happy. now i want to offer myself to her in a different way. now i want to go back to school, change my education path and provide a new way of doing things. together we will make the offer to better ourselves.
This is what I have to offer….. myself. take me as I am, all of me or part of me, but know that it is me you are getting. 43 years worth of experience of heartbreaks of adventures of parties and creations. I offer you this much…… me.
“My life.”
“No that’s not what I want.”
“My money?”
“No that’s not enough to make me happy.”
“My time? Energy? What is it you want? I have nothing else to offer! What is it you could possibly want from me!?”
“Your love.” he said as he tilted my chin up so our eyes met. “Kiss me.”
And I did.
offer me two choices. Like red pill blue pill, but far more trivial. Offer me the choice to go home when I’m sick or to stay when I’m well. Don’t force me to study. Offer me a second, third, fourth, fifth chance when I fall down. Offer me your hand. Offer me this, and maybe I’ll survive.
On the table in front of him was an offer he couldn’t have fathomed. Here it was. If he took it, well he could do anything he wanted. He could go to the moon. He could probably go to Mars or Venus or Jupiter or wherever he pleased. If only he took advantage of this incredible offer.
are offers condescending? to offer someone something you must feel they need it, and only you can help them, or supply them with some need. condescending is considered negative, but sharing is not; does that make an offer a positive or negative?
Offer to stay, offer to ignore the need for surgery. What is it about me that would compel me to offer to reschedule an important surgery? I am terrified.
If an online offer sounds too good to be true; it is.
For example:
YOU ARE THE THOUSANDTH VIEWER!!!!! CLICK TO GET YOUR FREE IPAD!!!!!!!
hehehehehehehehehe. So stupid and evil (weevil) I have to laugh.
What can we offer you to stay, Jensen? What is it about the world that beckons you to wallow in its suffering? Surely you must realize that where you are now is a far better place to be? And you have only scratched the surface, so to speak.
Place? And what exactly is this place called? Jensen shot back.
Reno knows he’s pushing his luck when he puts the offer on the table. He’s not anxious in the slightest, though some voice in his head tells him he should be. Rude stares at him long and hard, eyebrows knitting even closer together than usual. Reno wishes he’d put his shades back on, because Rude’s stupid eyes are actually staring to MAKE him nervous.
Make me an offer I can’t refuse. Something I want and need so badly I’d give anything for it. Love. Respect. Admiration. Hope—yes, give me hope; that’s something I need more than anything. For without hope, there is nothing.
He looked down and considered the offer. He knew it to be too good to be true, but his kind heart and optimism deceived him. As soon as he said yes he knew he had made a terrible decision. Fate would have it that it would be one of the best offers he ever agreed to. He looked at his friend a few hours later and smirked, “that really was the best fried rice I’ve ever had.”
to present something such as an idea or an object to someone…
somewhting to take advantage of or pass depending on what it is
I can make you only this offer. Only this small, breathing thing, which cannot survive outside of your care and cannot make its own way in the world. I can offer you only my tiny, fluttering heart. It is all I can bring to your feet, but I will bring it.
What do I offer? The truth? Yes.
The job offer was more generous than I could have imagined. It was more money and they were going to pay for my relocation. I stood there staring at the fax letter and wondering how on earth I could have been so luck to have that offer. I mean I was good at my job but they were going to pay me how much to do what I love to do anyway?
Woud you make a deal with a demon, if it offered? ‘The beggars near bodegas grin and, me, I think they want something’ Yeah, they do. Your SOUL mwhahaha.
((when in doubt quote indie pop songs and laugh evilly))
Oops! A fatal error occurred. Sorry. But if you’d like to offer us a million sugar cookies we might be willing to fix it for you. That is, only if they are delivered by a Keebler Elf.
So in other words: oops, good luck! You’re screwed.
She offered him all the cherries from the tree and he turned away. He replied that anything she gave him could never be enough to make him stay. She kept her eyes pierced to his and demanded an explanation. Nothing should be as difficult as he made it. Especially not them. Not this.
An astute bargain perhaps?
An offer is a once in a while kind of thing where somebody, usually a salesman or some company, is willing you to give you a great deal or ‘offer’ but the catch is that you have a limited amount of time to act upon it. At least that’s the most common interpretation of the word used where I come from. Also, it can be used in the context of trading by making an ‘offer’ for an item of equal or lesser/greater than value.
she offered herself to him, on a platter. did he say anything? do anything? no. he ignored her like she was just a panel of wood in the floor. She loved him, and this is what she gets for putting her heart out there.
an offer to be alive with all the emotions of life or an ooffer to reek with the rest of the glutony lovers and sorry no bodies rest with us each morning as we open our eyes.
you decide in your mind, but the real answer rest within your spirit
I offer to help. She declines, every time. That’s always how it’s been, and I doubt it will change in the near future. I doubt it will ever change. She won’t accept help, and I can’t stop trying to give it to her.
Everyone goes through pain. It is just a part of life. No matter what someone says or what someone does to help you through your pain, it never helps. Time doesn’t heal but it does help you to cope. There are always two sides to every story and it doesn’t always have to be death, or the end. Stories can move on and mold into something magical, if you allow it to. However you decide to deal with your pain is detrimental to how your story ends, or maybe even begins. Pretending you are not hurting is the hardest thing to do and it seems to you that it makes you stronger or presume to be strong. Weakness frightens me, pain terrifies me and my biggest fear of all, is myself. I am the only one I cannot walk away from. The only way I know how to deal with my self inflicted phobias, is to hide. No one to see my weakness. No one to see my pain. No one to offer condolences. For I deserve to be left alone in my own misery.
i have nothing to offer you, except my beauty. see me as more?
What do I have to offer to the world?
Well, I suppose my smarts. I’m an all-A student with a 28 on my ACT.
I’ve got my kindness. I always help someone in need.
But most importantly, I’ve got my music. It’s something that will always lead me home, and I’ll always treasure as something that no one else sees value in but…
ME.
I have a lot to offer. And that’s what scares me. What if people don’t realize that? whether it’s in theatre, band, or college applications. What if.
If the offer still stands I’m in.
What she’s got to offer isn’t much
Broken wings and twisted things.
and its pulsating gaze offered worlds to me. In that maw of possibility where anything could happen but nothing ever did, I saw the true face of chaos: future possibility forever rendered in dripping invective by present discontent.
to offer your love to someone very special
to offer a hand to a friend in need
to offer your heart to what really matters the most
to offer your soul to the darkness within
to offer……what a simple act can say about what kind of person you really are
he proposed the offer. YAY
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I’m really fucking fucked, if you offered me something right now, I wouldn’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about. I’m that fucked. Anyway an offer is something you can’t refuse, unless you want to sleep with the fishes. Or want a dead horse in your bed.
What you held out to me and I hesitantly said yes, not knowing if I ever could fix myself. You wanted me to take a chance and I did even though I didn’t know if it would work or that. You wanted to give me things, namely hope. That Pandorian concept, it’s almost inconceivable.
A bid.Yelling over each other to get a useless item that is also overpriced.Like a spoon.Good job.
offer myself to my partner to share my life with. she is fantastic and when we took our vows i had never been so happy. now i want to offer myself to her in a different way. now i want to go back to school, change my education path and provide a new way of doing things. together we will make the offer to better ourselves.
off her.
giver her some concrete shoes and throw her off the bridge and don’t think twice about it, no matter what she says.
This is what I have to offer….. myself. take me as I am, all of me or part of me, but know that it is me you are getting. 43 years worth of experience of heartbreaks of adventures of parties and creations. I offer you this much…… me.
“My life.”
“No that’s not what I want.”
“My money?”
“No that’s not enough to make me happy.”
“My time? Energy? What is it you want? I have nothing else to offer! What is it you could possibly want from me!?”
“Your love.” he said as he tilted my chin up so our eyes met. “Kiss me.”
And I did.
offer me two choices. Like red pill blue pill, but far more trivial. Offer me the choice to go home when I’m sick or to stay when I’m well. Don’t force me to study. Offer me a second, third, fourth, fifth chance when I fall down. Offer me your hand. Offer me this, and maybe I’ll survive.
On the table in front of him was an offer he couldn’t have fathomed. Here it was. If he took it, well he could do anything he wanted. He could go to the moon. He could probably go to Mars or Venus or Jupiter or wherever he pleased. If only he took advantage of this incredible offer.
are offers condescending? to offer someone something you must feel they need it, and only you can help them, or supply them with some need. condescending is considered negative, but sharing is not; does that make an offer a positive or negative?
“An offer he can’t refuse.” Apparently, all men are obsessed with The Godfather. I think I’d rather stick with girls
Offer to stay, offer to ignore the need for surgery. What is it about me that would compel me to offer to reschedule an important surgery? I am terrified.
If an online offer sounds too good to be true; it is.
For example:
YOU ARE THE THOUSANDTH VIEWER!!!!! CLICK TO GET YOUR FREE IPAD!!!!!!!
hehehehehehehehehe. So stupid and evil (weevil) I have to laugh.
What can we offer you to stay, Jensen? What is it about the world that beckons you to wallow in its suffering? Surely you must realize that where you are now is a far better place to be? And you have only scratched the surface, so to speak.
Place? And what exactly is this place called? Jensen shot back.
He offered me a sip of his drink. I took it, willinginly. I had been working for hours out in the field and I was thirsty. “Mmm.. Sweet tea. I said.”
I choose to accept his offer should he ask me. Lord I pray he asks me, I would so like to meet him soon and start to know this man.
Reno knows he’s pushing his luck when he puts the offer on the table. He’s not anxious in the slightest, though some voice in his head tells him he should be. Rude stares at him long and hard, eyebrows knitting even closer together than usual. Reno wishes he’d put his shades back on, because Rude’s stupid eyes are actually staring to MAKE him nervous.
Make me an offer I can’t refuse. Something I want and need so badly I’d give anything for it. Love. Respect. Admiration. Hope—yes, give me hope; that’s something I need more than anything. For without hope, there is nothing.