I like giving suggestions, as a way of helping others. Sometimes, I don’t like getting suggestions, especially when my mind is made up about something. I’ve decided to do something–and I want to do it. I don’t want anyone giving me their ideas in an attempt to change my mind.
A suggestion is often offered by someone, sometimes in purpose to help one with something they may be struggling with. A suggestion can both be helpful and unhelpful, but is usually used with good intention.
I’ve always found that any organization with a suggestion box really doesn’t believe that any suggestion will take because why do they want them in a box?
I am a suggestion, not necessarily something you wanted. But I impose myself on you anyway. You didn’t ask for advise, my only purpose is to open your eyes to what else is out there, besides what you wanted. if you look at me for just a second, my job is done, my purpose fulfilled. No matter how rude I am, you need me, and I you
It wasn’t a suggestion. I want you to come here for my birthday actually meant: get on a plane, land with roses in your hand, sweep me off my feet and kiss me, say happy birthday, and that you couldnt imagine spending the day anywhere but in my arms. It wasn’t a suggestion. I meant: do it. Be here.
what one gives to another as a gift. It can be selfish. A gain to the person giving in the sense of pride, achievement, self fulfillment. It can be sheer desire to be of use to another or just be of use, period. It’s a human thing.
I have a suggestion for you, it was something my mother always said when she had something to say about how I was living my life or doing something. It meant I was doing something wrong. It meant she knew better. She was trying to couch it in somerthing positive
You could tell him to take a hint,
to just fuck off,.
Tell him to jump off a bridge for putting you through all the bullshit he put you through.
Kick him where the sun don’t shine.
I don’t know..
Just a few suggestions.
put your expertise
on the line,
put your experience
up for debate.
tell me what you recommend.
tell me all that you
think
and think you know.
tell me
so we can try to
connect on a different
wavelength.
That’s the thing, right? It was just a suggestion. Just a suggestion. Ha. Funny how that works. But I was offended. That’s life, eh? I’m sure he didn’t mean it. But I did. I meant it. Dear god did I mean it.
But he will never know that.
suggestion of a word on top of the screen or the actual word, how to tell the difference of what a subject is. What is a subject. What is a word. What is a suggestion. Hey this is kind of fun, I kinda really like it and will have RIcardo do it later on today. Mmmmm.
suggestion arent always what you want to hear instead they are others peoples thoughts on what you should do, everything is wrapped up in them from their own personal perceptions of who you are to their own personal life challenges at that given moment in time. I often find that I look at suggestions as a way to just justify my own actions. I cannot fiture out enough in my head what is the right thing to do so I instead turn to someone else for a “suggestion” almost a lazy way of finding out what you should do instead of having to go through the ugly twisted mess of rolling up your sleeves and dealing with the issue in your head and your heart.
The power of suggestion is intensified after a few beers. With the mental filter weakened by libations, everyone is more open to suggestions, good or bad. You should get on that bar and dance. You should stand up to that guy that cut in on your date. Many a morning have been ruined by the consequences of a suggestion that was born of alcohol.
The power of suggestion. Why is it powerful? Because suggestion evokes. It’s a tease, offering just a glimpse of the tantalizing possibilities both hidden and revealed by the plunging neckline, the high hem, the innermost layer.
I have a suggestion to anyone out there. I suggest that you go to college. Make something of your life. Even if college isn’t your thing. Be happy. Do what you love and love what you do. I want to make this suggestion to anyone out there. Life is so worth living.
i suggest you be quiet and leave me alone about food. ha, im full, ok? jeesh im not a machine..and i am watching my weight. i guess people in this country eat lots and lots every hour of the day. they eat hot soup on 100 degree days and cool foods in winter time? wow
Suggestion boxes were all over school for ideas on improvement and safety, bullying was a big issue and these boxes made suggestions on how to stop it and how to make it better! They were boxes with a slit in the center and a paper pad and pen to the side of it. people would stop buy and make suggestions and slip them in the box anonymously.
Here and there, there were questions, criticisms, and worse of all, other people’s opinions flying everywhere in the conference room.
“Shut it!” The captain yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Everybody fell silent.
“We will not be making any comments, insults, or suggestive suggestions in this room as long as I am here!”
He gave me a suggestion which I only refused to accept just like the mention of sugar in my coffee. Both served purposes of staying in my comfort zone – a place that had become home for me wherever I went.
I raised my hand timidly, looking around me at all the other students.
My eyes shifted back and forth, scanning my peers, and their blank faces. No one else looked like they knew the answer, or cared enough to say it.
So I held my hand up high, and kept a determined look on my face, staring at the teacher. He called on me, and I answered in a clear voice. But. My answer was wrong.
Everyone snickered, and I felt my face go red. My eyes dropped to my sneakers.
“Hey,” the teacher called out to the class. “Don’t know why you’re all laughing. It’s not like you had any answers.” And with that, he turned back around, and continued writing on the whiteboard.
Everyone shut up, and I felt the biggest grin stretching across my face.
“We Could be Together You Know.
When I Get Back.”
What a Suggestion!
I Gazed at the Computer Screen,
Starstruck at the Words He Had Just Sent.
After a Moment, I Typed,
“Of Course!”
Then I Erased it.
I Tried Again.
“I’ve Waited Two Years For You to Ask Me That!”
Erase.
I Tried One More Time;
“…Really?”
It Took Only a Second For Him to Respond.
“Yes. Because I Love You.”
I Froze.
I Couldn’t Bring Myself to Type Those Three Words Back,
Because I Had Been Hurt too Many Times Before…
So I Shut Down the Computer,
And Dreamed About What Could Happen
If I Said Yes,
But I Wasn’t Getting My Hopes Up…
I made a suggestion. Just a little one. That we go see a film together. At first he said yes, bring two fuji apples and one pink lady. But then it never happened. We never went. I suggested we go again. He never got back to me.
He suggested that It might be time to let it go. “Just set it in the water and walk away” I looked at him with sorrow in my eyes, “I’m not ready to let go yet.” He shrugged and walked away.
Sometimes you have to be sneaky with your suggestions, if you really wan them to happen. Sometimes, you have to suggest more to get the exact amount. Sometimes, you have to use extra suggestions, and suggest your way into having someone else come up with your real suggestion, and suggest it so it doesn’t seem like your idea.
Sherlock was pacing Lestrade’s office. He had a case involving famous companies but that wasn’t much of the problem, he already figured it out. All he needed was a confirmation of his theory.
“How will I go undercover? I don’t even know where he goes,” Sherlock said.
“Well, it says here that he frequents a strip club. It’s called Hellfire and it’s just near,” Lestrade butted in.
“What are you expecting me to do? Dress up as some gay stripper and offer Mr. Winton service?” Sherlock said with a snort.
“No, but..” John said, grabbing Lestrade’s glass of water. He looked at it and he looked at Sherlock and back at the glass again. Lestrade tilted his head in curiosity.
Sherlock’s eyes widened when he could see a mischievous smile playing at John’s lips. He was about to protest when a splash of tap water hit his face. John’s laughter was barely contained and Lestrade’s jaw dropped.
“I’m not taking this unspoken suggestion of yours, John. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I will NOT go to a strip club as a female and give Mr. Winton a lap dance!” Sherlock almost shrieked.
Lestrade’s mouth couldn’t be any more agape. “What the…?”
times up. suggestion. what is your suggestion? what do you suggest I do? I think suggest is a soft word. what does it really mean. it’s not an opinion? it says nothing of the person that is making the suggestion. you don’t know where they stand on the issue. it’s just their suggestion for you. would they do the same in your situation?
“May I make a small suggestion?” he asked, and I bit my tongue. He didn’t know the first thing about mortaring a window into a stucco wall, but he thought he was an expert of everything, from childbirth to stonemasonry, and there was no way to make him see otherwise.
“Oh really” he said, angry at the suggestion, but more that some one would take the time, call him out, and all for what? For nothing. “I’ll do what I damn well please.”
The word suggestions is funny, since this site suggests words that start the writing process. It’s a humorous paradox. I suggest the next word be random.
it was just a suggestion, but mandy took it to heart. It was the worst decision in her life so far. The thing is, mandy didn’t do things like this. She wasn’t this kind of person.
I have a suggestion for you, why don’t you make this thing stop “jumping.” It’s very annoying. It’s very distracting. Plus I’m also not sure that anything will happen when 60 seconds is up. So maybe you have a suggestion for me too. Like I should not be so negative. I would do that if you will make the screen stop jumping. We could exchange suggestions. It would be “even Stephen.” What do you think? I definitely think that 60 seconds is up and nothing has happened.
I suggest that you stop talking behind my back
I suggest that you admit you are wrong for once
I suggest that you actually listen to what I have to say for once
I like giving suggestions, as a way of helping others. Sometimes, I don’t like getting suggestions, especially when my mind is made up about something. I’ve decided to do something–and I want to do it. I don’t want anyone giving me their ideas in an attempt to change my mind.
I suppose it depends on who it is coming from.
A suggestion can start out as something that appears to be innocent, but subliminally, it’s inception.
A suggestion is often offered by someone, sometimes in purpose to help one with something they may be struggling with. A suggestion can both be helpful and unhelpful, but is usually used with good intention.
I’ve always found that any organization with a suggestion box really doesn’t believe that any suggestion will take because why do they want them in a box?
I am a suggestion, not necessarily something you wanted. But I impose myself on you anyway. You didn’t ask for advise, my only purpose is to open your eyes to what else is out there, besides what you wanted. if you look at me for just a second, my job is done, my purpose fulfilled. No matter how rude I am, you need me, and I you
It wasn’t a suggestion. I want you to come here for my birthday actually meant: get on a plane, land with roses in your hand, sweep me off my feet and kiss me, say happy birthday, and that you couldnt imagine spending the day anywhere but in my arms. It wasn’t a suggestion. I meant: do it. Be here.
what one gives to another as a gift. It can be selfish. A gain to the person giving in the sense of pride, achievement, self fulfillment. It can be sheer desire to be of use to another or just be of use, period. It’s a human thing.
I have a suggestion for you, it was something my mother always said when she had something to say about how I was living my life or doing something. It meant I was doing something wrong. It meant she knew better. She was trying to couch it in somerthing positive
You could tell him to take a hint,
to just fuck off,.
Tell him to jump off a bridge for putting you through all the bullshit he put you through.
Kick him where the sun don’t shine.
I don’t know..
Just a few suggestions.
I must suggest that you remove your absence mindedness, and give me answers.
put your expertise
on the line,
put your experience
up for debate.
tell me what you recommend.
tell me all that you
think
and think you know.
tell me
so we can try to
connect on a different
wavelength.
That’s the thing, right? It was just a suggestion. Just a suggestion. Ha. Funny how that works. But I was offended. That’s life, eh? I’m sure he didn’t mean it. But I did. I meant it. Dear god did I mean it.
But he will never know that.
suggestion of a word on top of the screen or the actual word, how to tell the difference of what a subject is. What is a subject. What is a word. What is a suggestion. Hey this is kind of fun, I kinda really like it and will have RIcardo do it later on today. Mmmmm.
suggestion arent always what you want to hear instead they are others peoples thoughts on what you should do, everything is wrapped up in them from their own personal perceptions of who you are to their own personal life challenges at that given moment in time. I often find that I look at suggestions as a way to just justify my own actions. I cannot fiture out enough in my head what is the right thing to do so I instead turn to someone else for a “suggestion” almost a lazy way of finding out what you should do instead of having to go through the ugly twisted mess of rolling up your sleeves and dealing with the issue in your head and your heart.
The power of suggestion is intensified after a few beers. With the mental filter weakened by libations, everyone is more open to suggestions, good or bad. You should get on that bar and dance. You should stand up to that guy that cut in on your date. Many a morning have been ruined by the consequences of a suggestion that was born of alcohol.
The power of suggestion. Why is it powerful? Because suggestion evokes. It’s a tease, offering just a glimpse of the tantalizing possibilities both hidden and revealed by the plunging neckline, the high hem, the innermost layer.
I have a suggestion to anyone out there. I suggest that you go to college. Make something of your life. Even if college isn’t your thing. Be happy. Do what you love and love what you do. I want to make this suggestion to anyone out there. Life is so worth living.
i suggest you be quiet and leave me alone about food. ha, im full, ok? jeesh im not a machine..and i am watching my weight. i guess people in this country eat lots and lots every hour of the day. they eat hot soup on 100 degree days and cool foods in winter time? wow
Suggestion boxes were all over school for ideas on improvement and safety, bullying was a big issue and these boxes made suggestions on how to stop it and how to make it better! They were boxes with a slit in the center and a paper pad and pen to the side of it. people would stop buy and make suggestions and slip them in the box anonymously.
Here and there, there were questions, criticisms, and worse of all, other people’s opinions flying everywhere in the conference room.
“Shut it!” The captain yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Everybody fell silent.
“We will not be making any comments, insults, or suggestive suggestions in this room as long as I am here!”
I made the suggestion but they weren’t listening. I really tried to make sure everyone was aware of the situation and yet they still felt blindsided.
He gave me a suggestion which I only refused to accept just like the mention of sugar in my coffee. Both served purposes of staying in my comfort zone – a place that had become home for me wherever I went.
I raised my hand timidly, looking around me at all the other students.
My eyes shifted back and forth, scanning my peers, and their blank faces. No one else looked like they knew the answer, or cared enough to say it.
So I held my hand up high, and kept a determined look on my face, staring at the teacher. He called on me, and I answered in a clear voice. But. My answer was wrong.
Everyone snickered, and I felt my face go red. My eyes dropped to my sneakers.
“Hey,” the teacher called out to the class. “Don’t know why you’re all laughing. It’s not like you had any answers.” And with that, he turned back around, and continued writing on the whiteboard.
Everyone shut up, and I felt the biggest grin stretching across my face.
“We Could be Together You Know.
When I Get Back.”
What a Suggestion!
I Gazed at the Computer Screen,
Starstruck at the Words He Had Just Sent.
After a Moment, I Typed,
“Of Course!”
Then I Erased it.
I Tried Again.
“I’ve Waited Two Years For You to Ask Me That!”
Erase.
I Tried One More Time;
“…Really?”
It Took Only a Second For Him to Respond.
“Yes. Because I Love You.”
I Froze.
I Couldn’t Bring Myself to Type Those Three Words Back,
Because I Had Been Hurt too Many Times Before…
So I Shut Down the Computer,
And Dreamed About What Could Happen
If I Said Yes,
But I Wasn’t Getting My Hopes Up…
I made a suggestion. Just a little one. That we go see a film together. At first he said yes, bring two fuji apples and one pink lady. But then it never happened. We never went. I suggested we go again. He never got back to me.
He suggested that It might be time to let it go. “Just set it in the water and walk away” I looked at him with sorrow in my eyes, “I’m not ready to let go yet.” He shrugged and walked away.
Sometimes you have to be sneaky with your suggestions, if you really wan them to happen. Sometimes, you have to suggest more to get the exact amount. Sometimes, you have to use extra suggestions, and suggest your way into having someone else come up with your real suggestion, and suggest it so it doesn’t seem like your idea.
“What if you go undercover?” John asked.
Sherlock was pacing Lestrade’s office. He had a case involving famous companies but that wasn’t much of the problem, he already figured it out. All he needed was a confirmation of his theory.
“How will I go undercover? I don’t even know where he goes,” Sherlock said.
“Well, it says here that he frequents a strip club. It’s called Hellfire and it’s just near,” Lestrade butted in.
“What are you expecting me to do? Dress up as some gay stripper and offer Mr. Winton service?” Sherlock said with a snort.
“No, but..” John said, grabbing Lestrade’s glass of water. He looked at it and he looked at Sherlock and back at the glass again. Lestrade tilted his head in curiosity.
Sherlock’s eyes widened when he could see a mischievous smile playing at John’s lips. He was about to protest when a splash of tap water hit his face. John’s laughter was barely contained and Lestrade’s jaw dropped.
“I’m not taking this unspoken suggestion of yours, John. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I will NOT go to a strip club as a female and give Mr. Winton a lap dance!” Sherlock almost shrieked.
Lestrade’s mouth couldn’t be any more agape. “What the…?”
John chuckled. “Long story,” he said with a grin.
times up. suggestion. what is your suggestion? what do you suggest I do? I think suggest is a soft word. what does it really mean. it’s not an opinion? it says nothing of the person that is making the suggestion. you don’t know where they stand on the issue. it’s just their suggestion for you. would they do the same in your situation?
Natalie was worried sick.
What on earth would she wear to his birthday party tonight?
She wanted something cute and smart.
Something new and pretty to impress him.
Tonight she planned to speak – after admiring him from afar all semester.
The slick-mouthed, sultry store clerk made her nervous.
The busty woman’s suggestion was a silky, flaming red number with a plunging neckline and no backside to speak of… none.
Perhaps, Miss Hotsy-Totsy heard ‘tart’ instead of ‘smart’.
Natalie wanted his attention, but this really wasn’t her style.
What WAS her style?
Natalie sighed.
Sadly she realized, jeans and a tank top just weren’t gonna get her through anymore.
Swallowing her pride, she slipped on the dangerous dangling garment.
What little fabric there was hugged her every curve.
She stood before the full-length mirror, mouth agape, until she heard Miss Hotsy speak.
“Sugar, how you doin’ in theyar?”
Natalie slid the sliding lock to the right, the door slowly opened and she emerged.
“Oh my Lawd, sweetie! No hot-blooded man could resist you in that sexy thang!”
Natalie figured she’d need a few stiff drinks in her for courage, that’s for sure.
But, with all eyes in the shop upon her saying the same thing, she came to a conclusion.
Perchance this suggestion might just be the best she’d ever gotten.
“It was just a suggestion,” she said.
He hated it when she did this. Softened the meaning of her words. If it was ‘just a suggestion’ then why did he react so negatively to the idea?
A suggestion might be to beleve what you want. Love your fairytales, because everything else is complete and utter bullshit.
It annoys me to get one. It usually means that I’m considered mistaken and I prefer o do things my way
“May I make a small suggestion?” he asked, and I bit my tongue. He didn’t know the first thing about mortaring a window into a stucco wall, but he thought he was an expert of everything, from childbirth to stonemasonry, and there was no way to make him see otherwise.
“Oh really” he said, angry at the suggestion, but more that some one would take the time, call him out, and all for what? For nothing. “I’ll do what I damn well please.”
The word suggestions is funny, since this site suggests words that start the writing process. It’s a humorous paradox. I suggest the next word be random.
it was just a suggestion, but mandy took it to heart. It was the worst decision in her life so far. The thing is, mandy didn’t do things like this. She wasn’t this kind of person.
the power of suggestion is like a seed planted, it may grow and blossom to a sequoia or die and wither in the sun
I have a suggestion for you, why don’t you make this thing stop “jumping.” It’s very annoying. It’s very distracting. Plus I’m also not sure that anything will happen when 60 seconds is up. So maybe you have a suggestion for me too. Like I should not be so negative. I would do that if you will make the screen stop jumping. We could exchange suggestions. It would be “even Stephen.” What do you think? I definitely think that 60 seconds is up and nothing has happened.
I suggest that you stop talking behind my back
I suggest that you admit you are wrong for once
I suggest that you actually listen to what I have to say for once