They were going farther than they thought they would. Her eyes searched his for any sign of hesitance but she found none. His, however, found a sea full of it. They thought they could make it, but it seemed that one of them loved the other more. It was tiring for him to constantly work at this. It wasn’t effortless anymore. And so when they parted ways at a time that seemed early to everyone else, they knew that they had walked a distance longer than they were supposed to.
I want to go farther in this world to a magical out of this world place. Where sin is no more and where your always joyful and happy. I know that i sound crazy for dreaming of going to a place like this. But i’m not crazy, there is a place like this it’s called Heaven. This is where MY God lives.
The father I get in life, time-wise, the more daunting it feels. I should have my sh*t together by now. There is still so much time left, but it goes by so quickly.
Farther away. That was the door she was looking for. She’d seen it once, years ago, in the mist, but every time she’d advanced on it it had moved farther away. It seemed to easy, back then. Step through the door and find another world, return through the same door and find your way home. Except, as it turned out, it wasn’t easy at all. Nobody had told her the door would keep moving farther.
I’ve come farther than I ever have before. It has been a long journey of the almost impossible, and the one thing I regret most… is not taking the time to think a little longer in some instances. Its been a wonderful journey, and this I know.
He wasn’t even close. It wasn’t a just past the finger tips phenomenon. He was miles away, lightyears. He couldn’t tell it was hopeless, though. He kept reaching and reaching as it all got further and further away. He was the one falling, not the atmosphere. But does that kind of distinction really matter at a time like this?
With every step, my body grew heavier. The weight seemed to spread itself around my body. Like iron doors unhinged, my eyelids became harder to keep in their rightful place. They want to fall down. My whole body wants to just, fall. Down.
Father and farther away. That’s how you feel now, but I suppose this was inevitable. You cut thing off, called quits on us. And no, I can’t blame you because I know I screwed up, I always did. But it doesn’t stop me from missing what once was, doesn’t stop me from missing you in my life.
Let’s reach farther and grow higher. every time i was in school my dad used to tell me that farther will be better, and then i was in university he kept on saying the same. until today i have no idea what he means. pei pei friend :)
You can never go farther than what you think you can. Dare to move forward and see what The Universe can do for you by thinking about greater things and go for it. You will be amazed at how awesome your life can be.
Farther away she said, who the hell does she think she is bossing my around like that? I go farther if i and when I want too not cause you said so, so there!
Today is just a day. Tomorrow another. Like all the ones you survived henceforth. Some of those days delivered you happy surprises. Try not to forget that. You saw a leopard. And gorillas. You got a job. You built a company. You had a baby. You were kissed by a handsome Englishman at the summit of of a volcano somewhere not far from Timmimoun, with the Sahara desert shifting in the wind below you. You have done all of these things. And you can go father still. Live another day and hope that it spares you the monotony of the dishwasher and the washing machine. Perhaps tomorrow will be another one of those days when life offers you a sweet.
Everyday seemed to take the beautiful stallion farther and farther away. Every day, he seemed less and less closer. It was painfully long. I just wished he would come closer and closer.
It took him a second to realize. This wasn’t about boundaries. There were no boundaries whenever it came to the both of them. It was just levels. And he’s glad that their going further.
Wanting to go farther and understanding why other people don’t. What keeps us stuck in the same place? What drives us to go farther? What is viewed as a stopping point/deterrent for wanting to stop? I don’t know when I’ll reach that point. I always feel as though I should be okay enough with everything life throws at me to never say no to anything. People have noticed m
further, long, distant, father, away, strange, distance, I can’t think, starts with an f, it describes distance, it is an adjective, it can also be spelt further, e.g he’s standing farther away from me
Farther down the longitude ladder I climb. each ste[ is pure satisfaction. I stopped worrying about my pant leg getting stuck years back. those years are gone. now im further from those that go slow and closer to those that hustle hard.
Farther and farther down the trail until I come across a little hole in the base of a mossy covered tree trunk. I bend down and peer between the roots into the dark abyss and wonder what lives down there? Can I go down there?
The farther her mind tried to wander away from him, the closer she felt. She didn’t know what to do anymore, but she knew this man was driving her crazy.
We just kept getting farther away from each other.
It honestly frightened me so much.
Once upon a time, we were little kids playing in the sand, having no cares in the world. We’d swordfight and wrestle and curl up next to each other until our parents came to get us.
Once upon a time, we were enemies. He was so bright and pure, and I was sinking farther into darkness. We fought and struggled and cried, and it only left us separated.
Once upon a time, we were strangers searching for each other. We helped each other without knowing, yearning for the other. We reunited as different people.
Once upon a time, we were close again, but the war was pulling us apart. I had my duties and he had his, and as much as we longed to see each other, we had a part to play.
We had our roles, and there was nothing I could do to change it.
The voices in my head are silent as the air before a stroke of thunder, charged and heavy and humid. The silence is ferocious, though not even two weeks ago I would have thanked the world for it.
Even now I find myself drawn back to that state when you are at my side. I can’t think around you; I can’t even move when your hand is in mine. Instead I listen, my heartbeat uncomfortably loud as I attempt a smile.
I looked up at the stars, dreams fluttering across my vision. Today, I’d become an astronaut, and go farther than any man has ever gone before. Tomorrow, I’d dive among the sponges, plankton, and corral of the Great Barrier Reef. I could go anywhere in my dreams.
She had been running for as long as she could remember, farther from the truth, farther from the pain, farther from her friends, family, and life as she knew it.
I ran farther than the rest. In the race of life you must push your self farther then you think you can, or you will never get any where in the race of life
one more step
just one more step
just one more step and I’ll be done. Done with this life and start anew.
“Nessa Emily Teresa you get your ass back to your room or I will swear on my life that you never see the day’s light again!”
just a little bit farther.
The farther afield I walked, the more the colors changed. It was as if the seasons had changed, though I do not remember my travels being more than a few steps; certainly not a few months.
They traveled farther into the distance towards the horizon where they knew the mysterious machine was waiting for them. As the sun set and the mountains grew dark, there they saw it on the low lying hills, its lights flickering in the night.
Jimmy fidgeted as Miss Moroney tried to settle the class and begin their history lesson. His mind wandered and his body squirmed uncomfortably under the weight of all those words. They met each other in his brain like little explosions, not making any sense; just noise and mess. It was someone else’s history she was teaching. Not the story of his people. His Mumma had told him that their stories were carried on songlines all the way across the land, farther than you could even see. They were held sacred in beats and rhythms and whispered into the ears of children while they were sleeping.
Eventually Jimmy edged his way to the back of the class and took himself to the window because he could hear the magpie chirping at her babies.
For all her searching across the universe she had discovered only one true fact. There were only three stories and no others. Birth, death and love. Everything in between was insignificant chaos, white noise, confusing people, sending them on endless quests for meaning where there wasn’t any to be found. When she tripped over James Cartwright sitting on a plank at the end of St Kilda Pier she knew she had no need to look farther. Love had found her.
The farther, I go the more I learn the more I grow. I am a vast and powerful daughter of the universe and the angels sing and cry with me. They walk my path and hold my hand and gently offer support and compassion where there is none left. They are my guardians, my protectors – I thank them for their love.
“Just a little farther,” Quinoni panted, “and then we can rest.”
Arvey was grateful for that. They sat together under a large gnarled tree – too proud to be willow, too depressing to be oak or redwood. Quinoni opened up a canteen of something stronger than water, and Arvey drank more of it than she expected. When she passed the flask back, her knuckles brushed against Quinoni’s outstretched fingers. It caused a spark somewhere deep in her stomach, something she hadn’t felt since Mistress Kor disappeared.
He threw the ball farther away than the last time he pitched. Then on second base, his team mate hit the ball shorter causing them to get a strike.
They were going farther than they thought they would. Her eyes searched his for any sign of hesitance but she found none. His, however, found a sea full of it. They thought they could make it, but it seemed that one of them loved the other more. It was tiring for him to constantly work at this. It wasn’t effortless anymore. And so when they parted ways at a time that seemed early to everyone else, they knew that they had walked a distance longer than they were supposed to.
Farther is a weird word. I guess we have to use it though. I pray none of you ever get farther away from your heavenly father.
I want to go farther in this world to a magical out of this world place. Where sin is no more and where your always joyful and happy. I know that i sound crazy for dreaming of going to a place like this. But i’m not crazy, there is a place like this it’s called Heaven. This is where MY God lives.
The father I get in life, time-wise, the more daunting it feels. I should have my sh*t together by now. There is still so much time left, but it goes by so quickly.
Farther away. That was the door she was looking for. She’d seen it once, years ago, in the mist, but every time she’d advanced on it it had moved farther away. It seemed to easy, back then. Step through the door and find another world, return through the same door and find your way home. Except, as it turned out, it wasn’t easy at all. Nobody had told her the door would keep moving farther.
I’ve come farther than I ever have before. It has been a long journey of the almost impossible, and the one thing I regret most… is not taking the time to think a little longer in some instances. Its been a wonderful journey, and this I know.
The one who goes farther will move on to the next obstacle.
He wasn’t even close. It wasn’t a just past the finger tips phenomenon. He was miles away, lightyears. He couldn’t tell it was hopeless, though. He kept reaching and reaching as it all got further and further away. He was the one falling, not the atmosphere. But does that kind of distinction really matter at a time like this?
With every step, my body grew heavier. The weight seemed to spread itself around my body. Like iron doors unhinged, my eyelids became harder to keep in their rightful place. They want to fall down. My whole body wants to just, fall. Down.
I. Must. Get. Farther,
Father and farther away. That’s how you feel now, but I suppose this was inevitable. You cut thing off, called quits on us. And no, I can’t blame you because I know I screwed up, I always did. But it doesn’t stop me from missing what once was, doesn’t stop me from missing you in my life.
Let’s reach farther and grow higher. every time i was in school my dad used to tell me that farther will be better, and then i was in university he kept on saying the same. until today i have no idea what he means. pei pei friend :)
You can never go farther than what you think you can. Dare to move forward and see what The Universe can do for you by thinking about greater things and go for it. You will be amazed at how awesome your life can be.
Farther away she said, who the hell does she think she is bossing my around like that? I go farther if i and when I want too not cause you said so, so there!
The man how aids life. The man who protects life. Or he’s suppose too at least. Nope not my farther.
Today is just a day. Tomorrow another. Like all the ones you survived henceforth. Some of those days delivered you happy surprises. Try not to forget that. You saw a leopard. And gorillas. You got a job. You built a company. You had a baby. You were kissed by a handsome Englishman at the summit of of a volcano somewhere not far from Timmimoun, with the Sahara desert shifting in the wind below you. You have done all of these things. And you can go father still. Live another day and hope that it spares you the monotony of the dishwasher and the washing machine. Perhaps tomorrow will be another one of those days when life offers you a sweet.
Everyday seemed to take the beautiful stallion farther and farther away. Every day, he seemed less and less closer. It was painfully long. I just wished he would come closer and closer.
It took him a second to realize. This wasn’t about boundaries. There were no boundaries whenever it came to the both of them. It was just levels. And he’s glad that their going further.
Wanting to go farther and understanding why other people don’t. What keeps us stuck in the same place? What drives us to go farther? What is viewed as a stopping point/deterrent for wanting to stop? I don’t know when I’ll reach that point. I always feel as though I should be okay enough with everything life throws at me to never say no to anything. People have noticed m
further, long, distant, father, away, strange, distance, I can’t think, starts with an f, it describes distance, it is an adjective, it can also be spelt further, e.g he’s standing farther away from me
Farther down the longitude ladder I climb. each ste[ is pure satisfaction. I stopped worrying about my pant leg getting stuck years back. those years are gone. now im further from those that go slow and closer to those that hustle hard.
Farther and farther down the trail until I come across a little hole in the base of a mossy covered tree trunk. I bend down and peer between the roots into the dark abyss and wonder what lives down there? Can I go down there?
The farther away from something you are the smaller it gets. I don’t know what else to type…
I felt farther apart from the heart that was once close to mine longing to have him so
I love my father he is good i don’t know what i’m writing about right now sorry
The farther her mind tried to wander away from him, the closer she felt. She didn’t know what to do anymore, but she knew this man was driving her crazy.
We just kept getting farther away from each other.
It honestly frightened me so much.
Once upon a time, we were little kids playing in the sand, having no cares in the world. We’d swordfight and wrestle and curl up next to each other until our parents came to get us.
Once upon a time, we were enemies. He was so bright and pure, and I was sinking farther into darkness. We fought and struggled and cried, and it only left us separated.
Once upon a time, we were strangers searching for each other. We helped each other without knowing, yearning for the other. We reunited as different people.
Once upon a time, we were close again, but the war was pulling us apart. I had my duties and he had his, and as much as we longed to see each other, we had a part to play.
We had our roles, and there was nothing I could do to change it.
Farther from him
Floating down the mississippi
One raft
One heart
One me
One heart missing
Farther from him
I float on
The voices in my head are silent as the air before a stroke of thunder, charged and heavy and humid. The silence is ferocious, though not even two weeks ago I would have thanked the world for it.
Even now I find myself drawn back to that state when you are at my side. I can’t think around you; I can’t even move when your hand is in mine. Instead I listen, my heartbeat uncomfortably loud as I attempt a smile.
I looked up at the stars, dreams fluttering across my vision. Today, I’d become an astronaut, and go farther than any man has ever gone before. Tomorrow, I’d dive among the sponges, plankton, and corral of the Great Barrier Reef. I could go anywhere in my dreams.
She had been running for as long as she could remember, farther from the truth, farther from the pain, farther from her friends, family, and life as she knew it.
I ran farther than the rest. In the race of life you must push your self farther then you think you can, or you will never get any where in the race of life
one more step
just one more step
just one more step and I’ll be done. Done with this life and start anew.
“Nessa Emily Teresa you get your ass back to your room or I will swear on my life that you never see the day’s light again!”
just a little bit farther.
The farther afield I walked, the more the colors changed. It was as if the seasons had changed, though I do not remember my travels being more than a few steps; certainly not a few months.
They traveled farther into the distance towards the horizon where they knew the mysterious machine was waiting for them. As the sun set and the mountains grew dark, there they saw it on the low lying hills, its lights flickering in the night.
Jimmy fidgeted as Miss Moroney tried to settle the class and begin their history lesson. His mind wandered and his body squirmed uncomfortably under the weight of all those words. They met each other in his brain like little explosions, not making any sense; just noise and mess. It was someone else’s history she was teaching. Not the story of his people. His Mumma had told him that their stories were carried on songlines all the way across the land, farther than you could even see. They were held sacred in beats and rhythms and whispered into the ears of children while they were sleeping.
Eventually Jimmy edged his way to the back of the class and took himself to the window because he could hear the magpie chirping at her babies.
For all her searching across the universe she had discovered only one true fact. There were only three stories and no others. Birth, death and love. Everything in between was insignificant chaos, white noise, confusing people, sending them on endless quests for meaning where there wasn’t any to be found. When she tripped over James Cartwright sitting on a plank at the end of St Kilda Pier she knew she had no need to look farther. Love had found her.
farther then I ever have before. pushing oneself in all aspects of life. regarding family, work
The farther, I go the more I learn the more I grow. I am a vast and powerful daughter of the universe and the angels sing and cry with me. They walk my path and hold my hand and gently offer support and compassion where there is none left. They are my guardians, my protectors – I thank them for their love.
“Just a little farther,” Quinoni panted, “and then we can rest.”
Arvey was grateful for that. They sat together under a large gnarled tree – too proud to be willow, too depressing to be oak or redwood. Quinoni opened up a canteen of something stronger than water, and Arvey drank more of it than she expected. When she passed the flask back, her knuckles brushed against Quinoni’s outstretched fingers. It caused a spark somewhere deep in her stomach, something she hadn’t felt since Mistress Kor disappeared.