you acted like a person because you were acting like a character because you were in a play you also acted as the main person in that play because you were acting like a fool.
” Whats wrong?” He asked.
“Nothing.”
He could tell something was wrong, he knew everything there was to know about her. He acted impulsively, grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and held her like that for so long he couldn’t count.
You acted as if I knew what your intentions where. Your memory is embedded into my existence with the intention of reliving the experience over and over for some sick kind of amusement. I wish you would just go away.
She was looking at him, waiting to see what he would do.
He started to take a step towards her. She acted quickly and fled down the stairs towards the right of her. She could’t let him catch her, she wouldn’t.
I acted like a princess yesterday because I was playing director with my sisters. I was the princess, and my sisters were the directors and we played the movie. It was a really good movie and it was published. That was the end.
I acted pretty harshly towards the idiot who wouldn’t keep their mouth shut and continued to be negative. But I couldn’t help it. I can’t believe I let them get the best of me. Be here, be now. Don’t let them get the best of you.
I needed to take action. I had acted upon those feelings — and not in a good way. It was time to firstly repent, secondly ask for forgiveness, and thirdly, let the light of Christ’s love, grace and mercy shine through me as I changed my ways.
She acted like a panda. Sitting eating bamboo all day. Falling from her perch – in a cute manner of course. Not being able to stand straight. Being all cuddly and panda-like. Maybe she was a panda. Or secretly wanted to be a panda. Or she was bipolar – half panda, half human.
“Anyway, find out what you can about her, illuminate me. She mentioned a stint in the marines, then law school and the Secret Service, so you might be able to track her from those records.” “But that may not have any weight to it!” Matt protested, “She could tell you anything and fake the papers to back it up!” “From her tan, I’d say she spends too much time out of doors to be part of the D.C. political scene, so she might be some rich kid, doing intern work for one of her father’s friends. The way she acted made me think she was used to being around money, but not earning it. What she was doing was more like a game to her.”
he acted that way because he thought they were all watching
they were
but not as closely as he thought they were
he had crafted this life he was living
a hoax
a facade
an act
he acted that way
because it was all he knew
The masquerade took place in a room that stretched as far as the eye could see. Though nervous thrills shot up and down my spine, I tried to act naturally – a noble person of my age should be used to these numbers of people, vast though they were. I made my way to the edge of the room where vast tables sat laden with food.
The way he acted wasn’t okay. The way you acted told me that you think it was. I don’t understand how you can pretend like it never happened and still complain about the consequences. It makes no sense to me. You say he acted without thinking… that’s how people die. That’s how kids end up without mothers. And that’s what could have happened. But you acted like it couldn’t.
It was very hard to keep a secret, especially a secret this size. Honestly, there was too much that could go wrong, too much that could give him away. And yet he managed, because there was also too much at stake to fail. After all these years, all this working and striving to be better, to make a better world, he couldn’t afford to lose.
Looking back she saw it so clearly. Despite his words, which were always so loaded with integrity, or at least the perception of it, he had always acted in self interest. He told the world he had lung cancer yet he worked through it, long arduous hours. He even concocted a story about how his doctor was amazed at his tenacity, his extraordinary ability to rise above his illness. He insisted he was a man without money yet everything he did, every endless day of toil was an act of love, a quest to repay his debt to his family. He invested everything in his story. He wanted to believe it. Usually did believe it.
It was all a lie. All of it a pitiful ploy to collect sympathy and loyalty from everyone around him, to place himself high on a pillar of virtue to fill the black empty space in his narcisistic soul.
I acted all wrong from the start.
It was the utmost complete disaster of my life — I saw myself talking, saying a bunch of really weird things, and doing the most humiliating things, and I carried on doing them, even as I heard a voice in my mind telling me I should know better. And I did know better: I just could not apply the theory of my well-mannered mind to the applied chaos my body was throwing itself into in automaton.
It is not a question of how one acted, but rather how one acts. Without a constant thought of how one acts, one cannot create a character worth following into the acted spectrum. Be yourself and focus on being yourself rather than who you were before.
when we act not as per our own expectation to a situation, we should ask question to ourself that why we acted like that and what needs to done so that we do not act in similar way in future. The answer should be honest.
I acted out of pure jealousy. I’m truly sorry, but I don’t know any other way to get the flowers you got me out of my throat knowing that they weren’t mine.
He acted with a new focus, one that I hadn’t expected, but was pleasantly surprised to see. It was very…intimate with the character. Very in touch. Very real.
When he finished, I acted like nothing had changed.
Bella claimed that she wasn’t being a brat, but she sure acted like one. And to top it off, she was forty-two years old. There had been so many nights where I had to leave the dinner table because of her screeching, endless rants on things that were so frivolous in comparison to everything else. One night, I almost slapped her for screaming about a bagger accidentally making a bag slightly too heavy for her on her way out of the grocery store.
“Sometimes, I think violence is the only way to solve the problem of my cousin,” I remarked to my friend Stewart over coffee; Stewart always liked hearing about Bella’s ridiculous vitriol.
She acted as if everything was under control, but in reality her world was caving in on her. She found herself watching from a distance, as she moved with life and changed to her surroundings. You could call her a chameleon, never knowing what shade to expect, unless you were watching the colors around her.
It was the way they acted that bothered me the most. When I first entered that building. They’d laugh and talk, telling jokes, and knocking one another’s shoulders. For four years I watched this happen. I did it too. Laughed, and pretended it was okay. That everything was fine, here in our bubbles. But no one was. Not really. Sometimes I forgot, that I wasn’t the only one pretending. It sucked, those four years. And as I left, I hoped, just a little bit out there. Outside the buildings that contained us. They problem was, we all speak of how much High School sucked, but that is just it. When I left that school, nothing had changed. It’s all still….. how we act.
I can’t think right now
Everyone around
they’re all just blurs
moving at a million miles an hour
and i’m a snail
in a huge world. they’re all giants
it’s all an act
I know this.
Someone that is naughty would acted in immature way. People that acted bad go to jail.
you acted like a person because you were acting like a character because you were in a play you also acted as the main person in that play because you were acting like a fool.
Once I acted silly and got in trouble by my teacher. I think that when people act, like superstars, they make lots of money.
I’ve acted before in plays,sports life. Everyday you act on something. Acted can be mean or good at the same time. We all have acted on something.
If you acted you beated that you are something and you are not you.
I acted in a play. I acted at school so the teachers think I like it.
The dog acted very badly when the guests were over. We acted okay with it, but we were very mad.
When I think of acted i think of a play/pageant. An actress acted. Actors acted the play of Swan Lake. People have acted things like sherades
when someone pretends something but it do not mean it or are just pretending something. The actor acted like she was happy when she was not.
He acted like a famous person. She acted to be hurt. We acted like we were sick. She acted very good at the doctor.
” Whats wrong?” He asked.
“Nothing.”
He could tell something was wrong, he knew everything there was to know about her. He acted impulsively, grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and held her like that for so long he couldn’t count.
You acted as if I knew what your intentions where. Your memory is embedded into my existence with the intention of reliving the experience over and over for some sick kind of amusement. I wish you would just go away.
She was looking at him, waiting to see what he would do.
He started to take a step towards her. She acted quickly and fled down the stairs towards the right of her. She could’t let him catch her, she wouldn’t.
I acted like a princess yesterday because I was playing director with my sisters. I was the princess, and my sisters were the directors and we played the movie. It was a really good movie and it was published. That was the end.
He acted paranoid all hours of the day.
“People watching me,” He would mutter and lock himself away in his room
He acted paranoid all hours of the day.
“People watching me,” He would mutter and lock himself away in his room.
I acted pretty harshly towards the idiot who wouldn’t keep their mouth shut and continued to be negative. But I couldn’t help it. I can’t believe I let them get the best of me. Be here, be now. Don’t let them get the best of you.
I needed to take action. I had acted upon those feelings — and not in a good way. It was time to firstly repent, secondly ask for forgiveness, and thirdly, let the light of Christ’s love, grace and mercy shine through me as I changed my ways.
She acted like a panda. Sitting eating bamboo all day. Falling from her perch – in a cute manner of course. Not being able to stand straight. Being all cuddly and panda-like. Maybe she was a panda. Or secretly wanted to be a panda. Or she was bipolar – half panda, half human.
he acted upon the knowledge of the assassin and killed him before is intended target could be harmed. you acted very well,said Wilbert.
“Anyway, find out what you can about her, illuminate me. She mentioned a stint in the marines, then law school and the Secret Service, so you might be able to track her from those records.” “But that may not have any weight to it!” Matt protested, “She could tell you anything and fake the papers to back it up!” “From her tan, I’d say she spends too much time out of doors to be part of the D.C. political scene, so she might be some rich kid, doing intern work for one of her father’s friends. The way she acted made me think she was used to being around money, but not earning it. What she was doing was more like a game to her.”
he acted that way because he thought they were all watching
they were
but not as closely as he thought they were
he had crafted this life he was living
a hoax
a facade
an act
he acted that way
because it was all he knew
The masquerade took place in a room that stretched as far as the eye could see. Though nervous thrills shot up and down my spine, I tried to act naturally – a noble person of my age should be used to these numbers of people, vast though they were. I made my way to the edge of the room where vast tables sat laden with food.
The way he acted wasn’t okay. The way you acted told me that you think it was. I don’t understand how you can pretend like it never happened and still complain about the consequences. It makes no sense to me. You say he acted without thinking… that’s how people die. That’s how kids end up without mothers. And that’s what could have happened. But you acted like it couldn’t.
It was very hard to keep a secret, especially a secret this size. Honestly, there was too much that could go wrong, too much that could give him away. And yet he managed, because there was also too much at stake to fail. After all these years, all this working and striving to be better, to make a better world, he couldn’t afford to lose.
Looking back she saw it so clearly. Despite his words, which were always so loaded with integrity, or at least the perception of it, he had always acted in self interest. He told the world he had lung cancer yet he worked through it, long arduous hours. He even concocted a story about how his doctor was amazed at his tenacity, his extraordinary ability to rise above his illness. He insisted he was a man without money yet everything he did, every endless day of toil was an act of love, a quest to repay his debt to his family. He invested everything in his story. He wanted to believe it. Usually did believe it.
It was all a lie. All of it a pitiful ploy to collect sympathy and loyalty from everyone around him, to place himself high on a pillar of virtue to fill the black empty space in his narcisistic soul.
I acted all wrong from the start.
It was the utmost complete disaster of my life — I saw myself talking, saying a bunch of really weird things, and doing the most humiliating things, and I carried on doing them, even as I heard a voice in my mind telling me I should know better. And I did know better: I just could not apply the theory of my well-mannered mind to the applied chaos my body was throwing itself into in automaton.
It is not a question of how one acted, but rather how one acts. Without a constant thought of how one acts, one cannot create a character worth following into the acted spectrum. Be yourself and focus on being yourself rather than who you were before.
when we act not as per our own expectation to a situation, we should ask question to ourself that why we acted like that and what needs to done so that we do not act in similar way in future. The answer should be honest.
I acted out of pure jealousy. I’m truly sorry, but I don’t know any other way to get the flowers you got me out of my throat knowing that they weren’t mine.
He acted with a new focus, one that I hadn’t expected, but was pleasantly surprised to see. It was very…intimate with the character. Very in touch. Very real.
When he finished, I acted like nothing had changed.
He acted out the scene while she was waiting for him outside. He had to finish giving instructions to the crew so that the can carry on with the play.
i am sometimes ashamed, sometimes proud and surprised, but i am always responsible for the way i acted last night. thank god.
Bella claimed that she wasn’t being a brat, but she sure acted like one. And to top it off, she was forty-two years old. There had been so many nights where I had to leave the dinner table because of her screeching, endless rants on things that were so frivolous in comparison to everything else. One night, I almost slapped her for screaming about a bagger accidentally making a bag slightly too heavy for her on her way out of the grocery store.
“Sometimes, I think violence is the only way to solve the problem of my cousin,” I remarked to my friend Stewart over coffee; Stewart always liked hearing about Bella’s ridiculous vitriol.
The way I acted was unacceptable and I’m sorry. I hope that you can forgive me.
I have acted on my feelings and I am proud of it.
She acted as if everything was under control, but in reality her world was caving in on her. She found herself watching from a distance, as she moved with life and changed to her surroundings. You could call her a chameleon, never knowing what shade to expect, unless you were watching the colors around her.
It was the way they acted that bothered me the most. When I first entered that building. They’d laugh and talk, telling jokes, and knocking one another’s shoulders. For four years I watched this happen. I did it too. Laughed, and pretended it was okay. That everything was fine, here in our bubbles. But no one was. Not really. Sometimes I forgot, that I wasn’t the only one pretending. It sucked, those four years. And as I left, I hoped, just a little bit out there. Outside the buildings that contained us. They problem was, we all speak of how much High School sucked, but that is just it. When I left that school, nothing had changed. It’s all still….. how we act.
I can’t think right now
Everyone around
they’re all just blurs
moving at a million miles an hour
and i’m a snail
in a huge world. they’re all giants
it’s all an act
I know this.
she acted like
an estranged dignitary
despite
their heaving breaths
and
her heavy breasts
painted by the
moonlight