Everyone can relate to something. A Word, a person, a world they live in. Things are shared between unlimited groups and people will forever make the connections, like an unstoppable force.
And when people join up to relate to one another, when people find their place among their peers, we call that family and we hold on and never let go.
People relate to anything and everything. They always find a way. We dig into the very bottom of ourselves, grasping for a connection to someone else so we have a root, something to hold on to. I think we do it to feel less alone. We’ll never be content with just ourselves. We reach out, hoping for someone to be on the other end.
Girl with the hurt eyes, I can relate; boy with the angry face, I can relate; woman with the broken heart, I can relate. I am a being of this world and to relate is all we have to link to one another. We were all created equal and can relate. No matter the color, age or location, trust – that I can relate.
Relate. I can relate to a lot of things. I think this is why I get along so well w/ lots of different people. I relate to their lives because so much has happened in mine. I have lived in cow towns and glamorous cities. I have been made fun of…
relate means to compare yourself to others. It can mean to compare beauty or how well you pale in comparison to someone. If someone says that they can relate to you,t they mean that they can understand or emphathize what you are saying. They can feel what you feel or have a vast idea of how you are feeling.
We can’t relate anymore. I feel like life is tearing us apart, and every single day the mountains push us further and further apart. This could be the end of everything, and I’m so exhausted. We still love and trust each other, but everything is running against us. I feel like we have a decision to make.
I relate to other people in that I sympathize with them; I understand their motivations and impulses. But still, I feel so separate from others, as if I am watching characters, rather than real people. People watching is an exercise in reading, rather than a recognition of shared humanity.
relate here and now to tomorrow and then. relate me to your future live. do you want me? should i go? can i tell you a secret? i don’t want to stay. not even a little. as a matter of fact i would of left 3months ago if i had the self confidence. that’s right… three months ago i was nothing without you, that’s what i thought, now… i’ll be interested to see what you become without me, but then again once i’m gone.. i can promise you’ll never see me around ever again.
Two things sitting on a table somewhere in Italy are gathering my attention like wild flowers from an overgrown parkinglot; my mind is always abandoned by either common sense or rationale. A pear and a butter knife, siting on a table somewhere in Italy, and I can even slice a fruit, my brain is so shaken.
soemtimes it’s har to relate to a hippo. I wish that I could put myself in their footsteps and know what they think, and how they feel. Do they feel love? Do they feel sadness? Do they feel misery? And what do they think about humans? How do they like to be put in cages, like being stared at by hundreds of men, women and children every day?
Oh, the many ways in which hings are related. Causilty has so much to do with how my universe runs. For instance, had it not been for Susie marrying Bobby and cheating on him with Beth and Greg, I’d never have met Gilbert.
taking time to think about making connnections having in common figuring out new information by combining the thing you know having sympathy or empathy whichever one it is.
I can relate to those shy, awkward kids. I am not socially-inept but I’m not all that confident either. I don’t know how to relate to different kinds of people. It might be because I was so involved in my own circle of friends that I never really got the chance to break out.
I couldn’t relate to him on any level. It went beyond that. I hated every fiber of his being. Just his very presence made my blood boil. Often, when he talked tears would come to my eyes, tears of rage, even when he wasn’t saying anything bad about me. He could’ve been talking about how cute bunny rabbits were and I’d still envision his death a thousand times over.
Artistic license always relates to creativity. If you are not creative, you do not have artistic license, but instead do exactly what has been done before, perhaps with extra ideas and perhaps with a bit of leeway. But you will never amke anything truly original, which probably explains why so many ideas have been done before, either in one way or another. And that is cool.
relate. i can relate to relating to that. i mean. relations are somewhat arbitrary. subjective. because although you think that you can relate to what you believe the incident was, how the one you’re relating to experienced that incident could be completely different than that which you’re relating.
relate. i can relate to relating to that. i mean. relations are somewhat arbitrary. subjective. because although you think that you can relate to what you believe the incident was, how the one you’re relating to experienced that incident could be completely different than that which you’re relating.
i like to think that i can relate to others pretty easily. i guess the reason why is because if i want to know what someone is feeling. and i mean TRULY know what they are feeling then you have to put yourselves in their shoes. people NEVER have the same experiences. we all hear, taste, feel, smell things differently. so to really relate to someone you have to look at what they are looking at and try to see why they are seeing it the way that they do.
I could relate to what she was feeling, iv gone through tough times and long road, i told her that to just keep going, life goes on and things gtet better, you always find your way back home.
Im struggling to relate to anyone on this planet. Born under a different sun, in a time long since forgotten i am alone in this world. Still, solace comes in the knowledge that one day I might go home and get to see some real life.
i am related to my parents and i love them, i don’t really know what I am doing at the moment, and why, but that’s related too. A good way to practice my english. I wonder what will happen next. 10 more seconds, come one, faster. Oh no, not again. 60 more seconds, I screwed something up. Anyway, a new Coldplay album is out, and it’s great. I really enjoy listening to it. Charlie Brown is the current song I’m listening. Hm, maybe I should write a blog again, just for myself.
You can relate to others, it helps sometimes. It is nice to relate to other people, especially during sad or difficult times.
There is always someone out there who can relate to what you are going through. This person might be able to help you.
I can relate to all that you bring to this, no, not all but much, we relate to each other, to out rhythms, to our sensations, to the relationship that grows as we talk and touch and create and relate.
the counsellor laughed, hard and disbelieving….’and you really put up with that?’. He looked smug, she was on ‘his side’….it was clearly my fault that he’d gradually found more and more ways to avoid spending time with me, on us. It hit me, they were flirting, she fancied him!
it means when two things can go together. it can also mean when two people are in the same family. it means you can understand. it means a lot of things that are deep. everyone needs someone to relate to. something to relate to.
I can relate to those who are trying to find a place in this world. Not in the sense that we are all the same, but in the sense that we are all trying to find out why we are so very different I relate to those who want to find themselves, or have someone find them rather. I know how it is to be lost in a sea of emotions, in a world of your own. Don’t worry, you may not be able to directly relate to someone, but I promise there is someone who is going through the same situation. You are not alone.
“i can relate” she said. “when did you start feeling that way?”
“It was a while back.” I answered. “Remember that day when jessica said some stuff to me and i wasn’t allowed to tell anyone?”
“yeah”
“well it has to do with that”
That’s something that everyone wants. That for everything they do, people can understand and relate to what they’re going through. If you’re sad, another word for it is sympathy. And I swear everyone needs that now that humanity’s screwed up.
How could I relate to a pampered upbringing if I only experienced riches for 6 of my 22 years on Earth? I was envious and wanted more than the rotten lot my father’s mistakes had afforded me. So I stole. I stole until I couldn’t bare it anymore. A lie was creeping up inside me turning into vomit in my throat, but I could not regurgitate it. I was sure I’d lose every last friend, as the deepest circle in Dante’s Inferno is reserved for betrayers.
Everyone can relate to something. A Word, a person, a world they live in. Things are shared between unlimited groups and people will forever make the connections, like an unstoppable force.
And when people join up to relate to one another, when people find their place among their peers, we call that family and we hold on and never let go.
People relate to anything and everything. They always find a way. We dig into the very bottom of ourselves, grasping for a connection to someone else so we have a root, something to hold on to. I think we do it to feel less alone. We’ll never be content with just ourselves. We reach out, hoping for someone to be on the other end.
Girl with the hurt eyes, I can relate; boy with the angry face, I can relate; woman with the broken heart, I can relate. I am a being of this world and to relate is all we have to link to one another. We were all created equal and can relate. No matter the color, age or location, trust – that I can relate.
I cant really even relate to this subject Can you? i have no clue what to write sooooo.. what is it you are going to do with this? Hmmmmm anywho
Relate. I can relate to a lot of things. I think this is why I get along so well w/ lots of different people. I relate to their lives because so much has happened in mine. I have lived in cow towns and glamorous cities. I have been made fun of…
means to have in common
i am related to my mom
it is to show w things together it means just like am related to something so is the
relate means to compare yourself to others. It can mean to compare beauty or how well you pale in comparison to someone. If someone says that they can relate to you,t they mean that they can understand or emphathize what you are saying. They can feel what you feel or have a vast idea of how you are feeling.
We can’t relate anymore. I feel like life is tearing us apart, and every single day the mountains push us further and further apart. This could be the end of everything, and I’m so exhausted. We still love and trust each other, but everything is running against us. I feel like we have a decision to make.
I relate to other people in that I sympathize with them; I understand their motivations and impulses. But still, I feel so separate from others, as if I am watching characters, rather than real people. People watching is an exercise in reading, rather than a recognition of shared humanity.
relationship
love
friendship
compare
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test
apply to
same
become intertwined
kindness
passion
friends
pals
relate here and now to tomorrow and then. relate me to your future live. do you want me? should i go? can i tell you a secret? i don’t want to stay. not even a little. as a matter of fact i would of left 3months ago if i had the self confidence. that’s right… three months ago i was nothing without you, that’s what i thought, now… i’ll be interested to see what you become without me, but then again once i’m gone.. i can promise you’ll never see me around ever again.
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Two things sitting on a table somewhere in Italy are gathering my attention like wild flowers from an overgrown parkinglot; my mind is always abandoned by either common sense or rationale. A pear and a butter knife, siting on a table somewhere in Italy, and I can even slice a fruit, my brain is so shaken.
soemtimes it’s har to relate to a hippo. I wish that I could put myself in their footsteps and know what they think, and how they feel. Do they feel love? Do they feel sadness? Do they feel misery? And what do they think about humans? How do they like to be put in cages, like being stared at by hundreds of men, women and children every day?
I will relate this to my classroom.
Oh, the many ways in which hings are related. Causilty has so much to do with how my universe runs. For instance, had it not been for Susie marrying Bobby and cheating on him with Beth and Greg, I’d never have met Gilbert.
taking time to think about making connnections having in common figuring out new information by combining the thing you know having sympathy or empathy whichever one it is.
I can relate to those shy, awkward kids. I am not socially-inept but I’m not all that confident either. I don’t know how to relate to different kinds of people. It might be because I was so involved in my own circle of friends that I never really got the chance to break out.
I couldn’t relate to him on any level. It went beyond that. I hated every fiber of his being. Just his very presence made my blood boil. Often, when he talked tears would come to my eyes, tears of rage, even when he wasn’t saying anything bad about me. He could’ve been talking about how cute bunny rabbits were and I’d still envision his death a thousand times over.
family, love, dream, wonder, i love when i am able to have someone that relates to me and understands me, companionship
I am wondering how this. Whole process will work as I try tom pontificate about something that I know little about. How do I know that my time is up?
Artistic license always relates to creativity. If you are not creative, you do not have artistic license, but instead do exactly what has been done before, perhaps with extra ideas and perhaps with a bit of leeway. But you will never amke anything truly original, which probably explains why so many ideas have been done before, either in one way or another. And that is cool.
relate. i can relate to relating to that. i mean. relations are somewhat arbitrary. subjective. because although you think that you can relate to what you believe the incident was, how the one you’re relating to experienced that incident could be completely different than that which you’re relating.
relate. i can relate to relating to that. i mean. relations are somewhat arbitrary. subjective. because although you think that you can relate to what you believe the incident was, how the one you’re relating to experienced that incident could be completely different than that which you’re relating.
i like to think that i can relate to others pretty easily. i guess the reason why is because if i want to know what someone is feeling. and i mean TRULY know what they are feeling then you have to put yourselves in their shoes. people NEVER have the same experiences. we all hear, taste, feel, smell things differently. so to really relate to someone you have to look at what they are looking at and try to see why they are seeing it the way that they do.
I could relate to what she was feeling, iv gone through tough times and long road, i told her that to just keep going, life goes on and things gtet better, you always find your way back home.
Im struggling to relate to anyone on this planet. Born under a different sun, in a time long since forgotten i am alone in this world. Still, solace comes in the knowledge that one day I might go home and get to see some real life.
i am related to my parents and i love them, i don’t really know what I am doing at the moment, and why, but that’s related too. A good way to practice my english. I wonder what will happen next. 10 more seconds, come one, faster. Oh no, not again. 60 more seconds, I screwed something up. Anyway, a new Coldplay album is out, and it’s great. I really enjoy listening to it. Charlie Brown is the current song I’m listening. Hm, maybe I should write a blog again, just for myself.
You can relate to others, it helps sometimes. It is nice to relate to other people, especially during sad or difficult times.
There is always someone out there who can relate to what you are going through. This person might be able to help you.
I don’t understand why you have to leave right this minute.
I can’t be late; my parents really don’t like that.
I don’t like you leaving now.
I can relate to those free spirits, they have so much freedom just inside of them. But if we all were like that, then the world couldn’t exist.
I can relate to all that you bring to this, no, not all but much, we relate to each other, to out rhythms, to our sensations, to the relationship that grows as we talk and touch and create and relate.
the counsellor laughed, hard and disbelieving….’and you really put up with that?’. He looked smug, she was on ‘his side’….it was clearly my fault that he’d gradually found more and more ways to avoid spending time with me, on us. It hit me, they were flirting, she fancied him!
it means when two things can go together. it can also mean when two people are in the same family. it means you can understand. it means a lot of things that are deep. everyone needs someone to relate to. something to relate to.
I can relate to those people who feel invisible sometimes. I have those moments; when you feel you’re left out and unappreciated.
who deals with many issues at a time
I can relate to those who are trying to find a place in this world. Not in the sense that we are all the same, but in the sense that we are all trying to find out why we are so very different I relate to those who want to find themselves, or have someone find them rather. I know how it is to be lost in a sea of emotions, in a world of your own. Don’t worry, you may not be able to directly relate to someone, but I promise there is someone who is going through the same situation. You are not alone.
“i can relate” she said. “when did you start feeling that way?”
“It was a while back.” I answered. “Remember that day when jessica said some stuff to me and i wasn’t allowed to tell anyone?”
“yeah”
“well it has to do with that”
That’s something that everyone wants. That for everything they do, people can understand and relate to what they’re going through. If you’re sad, another word for it is sympathy. And I swear everyone needs that now that humanity’s screwed up.
How could I relate to a pampered upbringing if I only experienced riches for 6 of my 22 years on Earth? I was envious and wanted more than the rotten lot my father’s mistakes had afforded me. So I stole. I stole until I couldn’t bare it anymore. A lie was creeping up inside me turning into vomit in my throat, but I could not regurgitate it. I was sure I’d lose every last friend, as the deepest circle in Dante’s Inferno is reserved for betrayers.