Sacrifices were supposed to be painful. He’d heard they came with a lot of inner turmoil and anguish about what was to be lost. But when their captors asked whether he would give his life to save one of his men, he didn’t even think twice. “Gladly,” he replied.
I was so vibrant. The colors slipped down my throat, and a song crawled out. The birds stopped flapping their wings and soared. The fish dropped to the bottom of the sea.
I would like to ask some friends some questions but I am very afraid of the idea that they would kindly reject my request. If they help me to find answers to the questions I have in mind I will be very happy.
I’m glad he moved on. I’m glad I moved on. I’m grateful for the things he showed me. I will gladly tell him thank you, but in a more sarcastic, bitchy way. Mainly because my heart hasn’t found a way to forgive him. Forgive the person that I once loved so deeply, the one I once called my best friend. The hardest part is moving on, but I’ll gladly go without a fight. Maybe the hardest part is still loving him, but not being able to trust him. I’ll gladly go without a fight. Gladly, but surely go.
“So, will you take the position?”
“I’m not sure I’m the right guy for it.”
“Of course not, none of you guys are. But rules are rules, someone’s gotta fill that empty seat y’know. So I’ll ask you again, will you take the position or not?”
“Gladly, sir.”
Weekends. Days of rest. A stretch of time when I should do all things gladly. But weekend, lately, don’t feel separate. They feel like an obligatory extension of a busy week. A heap. Items to carry over from a weekly to-do list. Where’s the gladness? Is it in the crossing off of tasks? The satisfaction of a job well done or a job that somehow at least got done or finished adequately enough. I want to to live gladly again. How? Rip up the “to-do”? Replace every “have-to” with “Do I want to?” What’s a life even worth if I do everything well and do none of it gladly?
“Rejoice in the Lord gladly” we sing the hymn in monotone. There is no praise with a joyful noise in this room. Stiff backs against the same pews every week. The preacher gives the same sermon, over and over again. This is repetition, annoyance. While “he’s in this very room” is played on the piano I know that must be a lie. This is not a place of God. “Have no other gods before me,” is a basic commandment. In this room we worship at the altar of ego and paranoia
“Thank you! Thank you all!” < For some reason, this word reminds me of award ceremonies. But it also makes me think of thankfulness, expectancy, and honor. I will gladly write about gladly. Thank you! Thank you OneWord.com!
Yes, Mom, I will gladly carry in all of the groceries while you sit inside where it’s warm. While I’m outside freezing my booty off trying to open the door, but my arms are full from all of the dumb groceries you bought.
I shook her hand as she smiled broadly at me. The thanks was in her eyes, in her grip, in her heart. I knew the favor was a big one, a test for my moral compass, but I would do anything for her; gladly.
“Gladly.”
She rolled her eyes and walked off.
“You could say thank you.”
“Yes, but I’m not going to.”
“Awesome. Nice. Great.”
She was too far away to retort. He got the last line. Asshole.
i’ll gladly accept the invitation for lunch if it’s not for the fact that i am silently struggling with orthorexia nervosa. it sucks when your mind is just pre-occupied with how to eat healthily.
I will go with you, wherever you want to go, without questions, without looking back, I’ll done my wings and fly to the sun and risk it all, if you would only keep me in your eyes, wash me with your smile, urge me on with your voice, I’d do it gladly.
The Paratrooper gladly accepted the orders from his NCO and proceeded to gear up for Tower Guard. While he was donning his body armor, he heard the whistle that precedes a mortar attack. He ran to the bunker.
I’d gladly give you three dollars tomorrow for a cheeseburger today! I wonder what that’s from… these old things live out through modern cartoons, my generation has no clue where the seed was planted. huh. well this was stupid.
Jane left Ron, gladly, she told everyone. But she knew the truth. It hit her every time she looked at one of the kids. Every time that she looked at the small, cramped apartment that they lived in now instead of the old place, a center hall colonial in the suburbs. But he had to go; when she found out about the other women, that was it.
I am gladly going to tell you that speaking english its sometimes really easy for me, what when it comes to speaking, lack of opportunities for practicing are noticeable. But, after all, I think that this language has some advantages in terms of music and vocalization, something about the rhythm make it special.
you’ve never accepted my offer as openly and gladly as that day; I know your hands shook with fear despite you smiling, eitherway. I could only touch your lips gratefully and gracefully and begin to realise what I’d miss- some stranger in my bed that I was thankful just to kiss.
I consider all the possibilities. I think of all the wrong choices I won’t make, and the ones that probably would look better. Would be more rational. I could run. I could hide. But I didn’t have a choice in the moment, and I didn’t have the time to think. So I acted in an instant, and made my choice willingly. I made it gladly
If I could I’d gladly go back in time to the days before my birth. If I could I’d gladly choose to be born a girl. If I could I’d gladly marry the guy I loved in high school and I’d gladly be a housewife and serve his every need.
I walked through the field of colorful blooming sunflowers and daisys.
But my rose was already picked.
The sunshine shimmered its sparkles all over.
Your eyes reflected the beautiful blu sky with plush clouds.
“Gladly,” replied the clerk behind the counter, and within minutes, I was standing in the largest, airiest penthouse on the twentieth floor of Statesman Hotel.
I set down my suitcase and wandered toward the center of the room, looking toward the window that appeared to envelope me with its glassy gaze. Outside were the skyscrapers and business building and mountains on the horizon – all capped with gold dust because the sun was beginning to set.
Can you end a sentence with an adverb, that the “-ly” part, right? I don’t even care any more and that’s starting to become a problem. It matters doesn’t it, so that’s the amusing thought isn’t it? This idea of gladness over sadness.
I would gladly be a nice person than rich, powerful, smart or anything. I would gladly make my choices to end up being the nice person.
Sacrifices were supposed to be painful. He’d heard they came with a lot of inner turmoil and anguish about what was to be lost. But when their captors asked whether he would give his life to save one of his men, he didn’t even think twice. “Gladly,” he replied.
I was so vibrant. The colors slipped down my throat, and a song crawled out. The birds stopped flapping their wings and soared. The fish dropped to the bottom of the sea.
I would like to ask some friends some questions but I am very afraid of the idea that they would kindly reject my request. If they help me to find answers to the questions I have in mind I will be very happy.
I’m glad he moved on. I’m glad I moved on. I’m grateful for the things he showed me. I will gladly tell him thank you, but in a more sarcastic, bitchy way. Mainly because my heart hasn’t found a way to forgive him. Forgive the person that I once loved so deeply, the one I once called my best friend. The hardest part is moving on, but I’ll gladly go without a fight. Maybe the hardest part is still loving him, but not being able to trust him. I’ll gladly go without a fight. Gladly, but surely go.
“So, will you take the position?”
“I’m not sure I’m the right guy for it.”
“Of course not, none of you guys are. But rules are rules, someone’s gotta fill that empty seat y’know. So I’ll ask you again, will you take the position or not?”
“Gladly, sir.”
Weekends. Days of rest. A stretch of time when I should do all things gladly. But weekend, lately, don’t feel separate. They feel like an obligatory extension of a busy week. A heap. Items to carry over from a weekly to-do list. Where’s the gladness? Is it in the crossing off of tasks? The satisfaction of a job well done or a job that somehow at least got done or finished adequately enough. I want to to live gladly again. How? Rip up the “to-do”? Replace every “have-to” with “Do I want to?” What’s a life even worth if I do everything well and do none of it gladly?
“Rejoice in the Lord gladly” we sing the hymn in monotone. There is no praise with a joyful noise in this room. Stiff backs against the same pews every week. The preacher gives the same sermon, over and over again. This is repetition, annoyance. While “he’s in this very room” is played on the piano I know that must be a lie. This is not a place of God. “Have no other gods before me,” is a basic commandment. In this room we worship at the altar of ego and paranoia
walking in the rain. tanning. SLEEPING. TAKING MY FREAKING GLASSES OFF.
AGAIN. I REPEAT
TAKING OFF MY FREAKING GLASSES OH MY FREAKING GOD.
people watching.
watching people:
fall
argue
basically do anything that I could laugh about because I typically enjoy watching other people’s pain.
And once more.
TAKING OFF MY FREAKING GLASSES
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“Thank you! Thank you all!” < For some reason, this word reminds me of award ceremonies. But it also makes me think of thankfulness, expectancy, and honor. I will gladly write about gladly. Thank you! Thank you OneWord.com!
I will gladly hit this button and wish for a better word tomorrow.
Yes, I will gladly do whatever it is you want me to do that I really don’t want to do.
Yes, Mom, I will gladly carry in all of the groceries while you sit inside where it’s warm. While I’m outside freezing my booty off trying to open the door, but my arms are full from all of the dumb groceries you bought.
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I shook her hand as she smiled broadly at me. The thanks was in her eyes, in her grip, in her heart. I knew the favor was a big one, a test for my moral compass, but I would do anything for her; gladly.
Why am I writing about a trash bag? I mean, trash bags are useful, I guess. What? GladLY. Oh. Oops. Well, uh… This is awkward.
I will gladly stand beside you, watch, and help you grow for as long as you will let me.
I don’t even know
*sounds of flipping tables in the background*
“Gladly.”
She rolled her eyes and walked off.
“You could say thank you.”
“Yes, but I’m not going to.”
“Awesome. Nice. Great.”
She was too far away to retort. He got the last line. Asshole.
i’ll gladly accept the invitation for lunch if it’s not for the fact that i am silently struggling with orthorexia nervosa. it sucks when your mind is just pre-occupied with how to eat healthily.
I’m gladly wondering
If the stars are still
I’m proudly liyng
Abou my own chill.
Don’t find faults find fixes
I will go with you, wherever you want to go, without questions, without looking back, I’ll done my wings and fly to the sun and risk it all, if you would only keep me in your eyes, wash me with your smile, urge me on with your voice, I’d do it gladly.
Gladly he comes to the realization that happiness is never far from here and now.
She gladly looked at his letter. What a great surprise!
I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today!
gladly I am not dead. if I were that would be terribly boring.
I gladly walk away from you
I gladly stay away from me
I gladly lift my veil to truth
Gladly
The Paratrooper gladly accepted the orders from his NCO and proceeded to gear up for Tower Guard. While he was donning his body armor, he heard the whistle that precedes a mortar attack. He ran to the bunker.
I’d gladly give you three dollars tomorrow for a cheeseburger today! I wonder what that’s from… these old things live out through modern cartoons, my generation has no clue where the seed was planted. huh. well this was stupid.
Jane left Ron, gladly, she told everyone. But she knew the truth. It hit her every time she looked at one of the kids. Every time that she looked at the small, cramped apartment that they lived in now instead of the old place, a center hall colonial in the suburbs. But he had to go; when she found out about the other women, that was it.
I would gladly write more if I did not have writers block. I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
I am gladly going to tell you that speaking english its sometimes really easy for me, what when it comes to speaking, lack of opportunities for practicing are noticeable. But, after all, I think that this language has some advantages in terms of music and vocalization, something about the rhythm make it special.
I was was going home from school and I was bored so I ran home. When I got home I was so tired, my mom gve me a cup of water and I took it gladly.
you’ve never accepted my offer as openly and gladly as that day; I know your hands shook with fear despite you smiling, eitherway. I could only touch your lips gratefully and gracefully and begin to realise what I’d miss- some stranger in my bed that I was thankful just to kiss.
I consider all the possibilities. I think of all the wrong choices I won’t make, and the ones that probably would look better. Would be more rational. I could run. I could hide. But I didn’t have a choice in the moment, and I didn’t have the time to think. So I acted in an instant, and made my choice willingly. I made it gladly
If I could I’d gladly go back in time to the days before my birth. If I could I’d gladly choose to be born a girl. If I could I’d gladly marry the guy I loved in high school and I’d gladly be a housewife and serve his every need.
i would gladly take your coat, the goat whispers, a trickle of a down mood in it’s whispers. but you have to promise.
the cat looked blankly at the goat. i don’t do promise.
then you can forget my offer!
you won’t take my coat?
i will take your coat, the goat corrects haughtily. but i won’t do it gladly.
I walked through the field of colorful blooming sunflowers and daisys.
But my rose was already picked.
The sunshine shimmered its sparkles all over.
Your eyes reflected the beautiful blu sky with plush clouds.
“Could you show me to your best available room?”
“Gladly,” replied the clerk behind the counter, and within minutes, I was standing in the largest, airiest penthouse on the twentieth floor of Statesman Hotel.
I set down my suitcase and wandered toward the center of the room, looking toward the window that appeared to envelope me with its glassy gaze. Outside were the skyscrapers and business building and mountains on the horizon – all capped with gold dust because the sun was beginning to set.
“What would you do gladly?”
Can you end a sentence with an adverb, that the “-ly” part, right? I don’t even care any more and that’s starting to become a problem. It matters doesn’t it, so that’s the amusing thought isn’t it? This idea of gladness over sadness.