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Nothing is sacred anymore. No one finds anything particularly special or important. What once might have been sacred isn’t anymore. As a race, we neglect our treasures and all that is sacred, and cast it off as though it were not.
By estella on 02.04.2012
Im scared that i will never have the chance to tell the love of my life exactly how i feel. Im scared that he will never feel the same way. Im scared that i dont mean nearly as much to him as he means to me. Im scared that i will never have a chance to be his. Im scared to tell him all of this..</3
By Alexis on 02.04.2012
Nothing is sacred anymore. So many things should be, but are not. Years ago these things that we neglect may have been sacred. But today nobody cares. Nothing is important or special to anyone anymore, besides oneself.
Sacred is something amazing,,,something above everything else…for me…god is sacred…family is sacred…having the perfect relationship is sacred…well its something i find sacred..not something i actually have </3
The items on the altar are not significant in themselves, yet are invested with reverence. Pick them up, feel the temperature of the metals.
By Could be any Vincent on 02.04.2012
My space, my heart, my love. What isn’t sacred? When I look past the seeming flaws, barriers, words, defenses … it’s all sacred, it’s all God and it’s all Good.
By Alison URL on 02.04.2012
before I get scared, i wanna talk about something sacred. to me. being alive is not enough. we need to Live. everyday. there is no beginning, there is no end. there is only a passion for every day that we have. fairness? focus on something else… then, open ur eyes and think for yourself…
By T. Michael Smith URL on 02.04.2012
I was asked the meaning of the word sac red and I could not think o defining it in a way that would make anyone understand clearly.
By mikey pitt on 02.04.2012
Early on, those few moments alone with you were sacred to her, not that you ever knew. Back before you had a thousand friends to answer your every beck and call, long before you found your niche, and even before you were comfortable in your own skin, you had her, or so she thought. Now the effortless laughter and easy wasting of time has been replaced with something unarticulated, something that makes friendship unbearably tense and terse: her realization that you don’t need her any longer.
And she’s well aware that it’s a difficult thing, living in the past.
By WearyWater URL on 02.04.2012
The labyrinth represents a journey to the sacred. One way in, one way out…it isn’t a maze of confusion, it is a journey to the love of God. I want one. Not sure how to make that happen without bulldozing a bunch of trees, though, and that doesn’t seem too meditative now, does it.
By nenana URL on 02.04.2012
The destitute and lost, with their hoary beards that hang from sagging mouths, pray over trash-fire, while you prostrate yourself in a warm church.
By John on 02.04.2012
they believed their lives were sacred, and held them above everything else. They believed they were the most important, and left everything else behind in the dust. Their belief in themselves left the separated from everyone else. And before they realized it, they found out, all they thought was sacred was wrong.
By Walli URL on 02.04.2012
Lights overhead, streets all a blur. I smile at the cold; it’s not intimidating. None of them understand, and it makes my smile widen. I’m alone in this, and it makes me laugh. I know the truth, and one person is enough. I’ll spread water while they spread fire. The winner is clear to those eyes not hidden behind flames.
By Marissa URL on 02.04.2012
The sacred pact had been broken. The Judas Escariot had finally reveled their true nature within the group. He was cast from the temple and stoned to death.
By Andreo Bongco URL on 02.04.2012
She stands at the back of the empty church, burning under the glares of all the idols – Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, all in a pretty little row – and as she’s tapping the pew beside her she remembers when she believed all of this. She remembers the time before her atheism, those bleak, meaningless days. She was a zombie. And now she is free.
By Chelsea Leigh URL on 02.04.2012
invaluable (thanks Mrs. Wells)
the one and only thing for you
anything you can possibly think of
anything of value to you
By Rae on 02.04.2012
As she stepped off the stone jazzel realized that it was a tomb stone on sacred land,
By bethsheba URL on 02.04.2012
What is really sacred? I believe it is life. Everything about life is so meaningful. the relationships, connections, feelings, personalities. It means so much, and therefore it is sacred.
By micheal on 02.04.2012
I usually start with a question. That ritual for me is sacred in many ways, but in so many more ways I am lacking faith and so here I walk and stomp all over that tradition, leaving some barefoot sacred footsteps of another ritual. here we go again.
By Eric Harrell on 02.04.2012
That Word again.. kinda pisses me of! Is that the only word on here? What the hell people? MAAN. I don’t know what it is..Im a foreign exchange student.
By Sina Foudehi URL on 02.04.2012
Sacred. A Thing, anything thats really important to you, and to now one else. Well.. I dont know.
By seasonsiina on 02.04.2012
Sundays are sacred. Weekends are sacred. Family movie nights, no matter how horrible the movie, are sacred. Surprise dinners with my grandparents are sacred. Planned mid-week brunches with my grandparents are sacred. My family, my friends, my life, are sacred.
By Hayley URL on 02.04.2012
I am an American. I enjoy the rights the founding fathers and my God have bestowed upon me. The right to live free, speak free and worship free. That is sacred.
By Sheila URL on 02.04.2012
Why has it become so sacred? To party in college. Yeah, I’m sure it’s fun every once in a while, but damn. You know my issue with parties? Not that I’m an introvert, or not that I don’t drink. It’s that no good stories come out of it. Everyone’s interesting personality just comes from alcohol, not character. It always starts with “one time, I was drunk.” Not worth getting uncomfortable for.
By Jonat URL on 02.04.2012
my apartment smells like burnt sage. take out the bad feelings, negativity, hatred, discouragement. My room smells like the prairie wild, burnt, but in peace with itself.
By Julia URL on 02.04.2012
The simple meaning of life, of what we live by. The story of our fathers. It is sacred, our ancestry.
By Tiffany on 02.04.2012
The air was crisp and the sky hadn’t yet turned blue, yet it wasn’t dark. Dew glistened, jewel like around the edges of the circle. For the first time since she had been chosen she actually felt sacred.
By EmilyJ URL on 02.04.2012
A persons body is sacred, its something to be taken care of and preserved, always take care of yourself. We are to be taken care of and loved always, we are, and always will be sacred
By Amanda URL on 02.04.2012
It was a sacred trip…back home each year. The folks were gone and my sister and I made the yearly pilgrimage back to the old farm and the cemetery adjoining the homestead. We took flowers and said a prayer or two. It was what we did. It was the least we could do for the sacrifice of two of the most wonderful people we’d ever known. They instilled a sure faith in us that would take us through a lifetime without them, and their sacred memory would stay embedded in our hearts until we could see them again in heaven.
By Linda Carlson URL on 02.04.2012
The tree was scared. Jacob had known this for a long time. When his father had been alive, he had tended to the tree with the utmost care.
By Justyna on 02.04.2012
Holy, purity, my body.
Our bodies are supposed to be a representation go God’s temple, therefore we are to remain pure and honor our bodies.
By Kathleen URL on 02.04.2012
She rose, her dress trailing in the dirt behind her. Her hem was torn and wet. She resembled a bedraggled maiden who had been forced to work in the castle gardens. She ran. Holding the sacred locket in her clenched palm.
By Eileen Maki URL on 02.04.2012
What was once sacred is no more.
That bond we had was something special.
That bond is no more.
Love drove life… and without love what is there?
Is nothing sacred anymore?
Without hope, that what was once sacred is empty.
By Christopher URL on 02.04.2012
Out of all the sacred texts lost to this world, the most precious and the most missed will be the graduation letter you wrote me.
By Jessica Bang URL on 02.04.2012
Sacred is when you like something alot. It is very special to you and other people. maybe. It is usually kept very secretive or under lock and key and looked after very well.
By Xanthe Garahy on 02.04.2012
Oh, this journey of the sacred. How to make each moment sacred? How to make my own inner world sacred? How to make me sacred? Sometimes it feels urgent; Sometimes it feels like a rush. I want to treat my heart as sacred.
By Adesola URL on 02.04.2012
He approached the sacred alter. His hands shook with grief. He had wronged so many. Penance was upon him. Time to be absolved. Two of the dark, cloaked figures behind him moved forward. They placed their hands on his shoulders, pushing him gently forward, forcing him to bend at the waist. The alter’s surface was warm against his cheek. The blade was chilly against his throat. […]
By Dianne URL on 02.04.2012
She couldn’t tell what he meant at first, when he spoke aloud, but the feeling explained it for her. A lifting, not off her chest like the books said, but out of her guts, not of weight but of meaning, as if a hand had reached out, reached up to clutch the sky and leave some mark of her being there. She inhaled, caught the reaching, pulled it back in, afraid.
By Wilson on 02.04.2012
We used to be unimaginable heartache
Flailing over heels
Chasing all our dreams at stake
And unafraid to feel
But now we’re like a sacred sight
Pulled down to pieces small
We knew we’d never last in flight
And didn’t expect to fall.
By SayLiz URL on 02.04.2012
holy, Bible, reverent. A place of worship is very sacred.
By ggbmspanthers on 02.04.2012
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