Interest is when someone is into something and when they really like something.When your interested in something you like it or it amazes you,you like to see it and it keeps you intertwined.
I have a big interest in chickens. Any one else? They’re friendly, cute and pay for them selves. (They lay eggs, if you sell them you get money back which covers the cost of their food).
she shared the same interests as him. everything was amazing. he is amazing. the summer is amazing. the life they share is amazing. she misses him. alot. especially at school. because there is no one to be weird with. no one to share her thoughts with. it’s all just plain and dry. it’ll be over soon though. but she keeps missing him. just today as well. and then he’ll come home.
I stopped being able to tell whether you were interested or you were just entertaining me out of obligation and a sense of pity. You never needed to take the time for me in the first place, and I can’t remember why you did at all. I with I could feel like I was worth your time, worth YOU, but I can’t help but think you’re better off without me, and that you feel the same way.
her interests are numerous and varied
she likes to talk about them proudly, like she’s better than other people
but still most nights
she sits in her room
not knowing what to do
The Jade Rabbit leaned towards me, interest glimmering in the moons of her eyes, “So what do you see, dear?”
I studied the seven cherry blossom trees on the starry-backed, black card. “A book in a tree, it belonged to a girl I used to know ages ago. Her name was Poppy. Last name Sage. I thought it was witty to name her so, now I wonder. I do have my doubts about Poppy’s perennial endurance to withstand all. In this book, she pursued a connecting truth. I’d like to think she found it in the hopes and fears of the primitives that botherd to record their stories. But anymore when I think of her, I see dust just like tomes she researched – covered in it. They’re all shadows and dust. Talking apparitions.”
At this unexpected admission, as I was equally unprepared for the memory of Poppy to surface too, the Jade Rabbit looked geniunely puzzled. “Are you sure this is all you see on the card?”
“Oh, quite. The book has the voice of a lion, the scales of a dragon, and the wisdom of both the fox and salmon. It’s all there in the cycles of the tree. Although, I did consider naming her Hazel, once. Alas Hazel lacks for a sly last name. So Poppy Sage she is and forever shall be.”
She squinted, watching the shape of his mouth (bend, compress, one side twisting into a higher smile than the other) as he spoke so intently that she lost track of what he was saying.
“Mm yeah,” she said, forcing herself to refocus. “Hot air balloons.”
“Yeah, like stars–”
And she was gone again, lost in the space between the two almost impossible to notice freckles on his cheek.
interest accumulates. one must have the foresight to know and the patience to allow it.the reward will be beneficial and, well, rewarding I suppose. and maybe even interesting.
Many things interested her and he couldn’t understand it. They were all simple, boring things like gardens and..well, actually that was it.. It was all that he could notice anyways.. Though he knew what DIDN’T interest her. Money, gossip, makeup, alcohol- all the fun things in life, he’d never seen her even look at. Why?
I am interested in the deaths
Of small creatures
A mouse curled up on the concrete floor
Of my garage
Snared in a mistake
The fatal flaw of greed
Reaching innocently towards the want
The cheese
Just out of reach
So close
Dead.
my eyes flicker over — and away when he looks at me too. why does he keep glancing over here? am i that obvious? head down, lips pursed, subtly flirting. oh who am I kidding? he must be interested in her. the gorgeous one, the one who could take everything and I’d thank her.
“So what’s your pleasure sir?” the man inquired, his suit moving rather unnaturally as he leaned in. “ANYTHING you want…we can get it for you. Just ask.” He offered an uncomfortable smile as he locked eyes with his favorite–and wealthy–patron. “And if you’re interested in something a bit special, well…our girls are here to please.”
“You know Michael, the Zuppa Toscana sounds really good. And please give my compliments to chef Marianne and the rest of her students. I didn’t have a chance to say so last time, but their bruschetta was absolutely amazing.”
“Certainly sir. I’ll have some bread out to you shortly.” the man replied before heading toward the back. Mr. Jones was always such a pleasure to wait on.
like the ccapital immeasured focal points of inane hopes of acquisition. It could be in a bank or swirling about a lover’s irises, but interestingly enough, it eludes me. I still find life to be as bleak as i always did.
My interests vary greatly. For one, I love Ed Sheeran. I also love Victoria’s Secret. Bioshock is another, and that one surprises most people. You can never know someone’s interests just by looking at them – some things may surprise you.
Interest, she thought, this word sounds green. Like forest, somehow. In-te-rest, fo-rest. Maybe, in its essence, it is – green, growing, like a plant, stretching us into new stems, exploding us in fresh wrinkly leaves. So that we could be bigger. Free. Like trees, she thought. Like trees. Not straight-jacketed into a body that only grows heavier, more painful, less flexible, but always having the delight of a newborn shoot, tentatively reaching into a new pocket of sky, feeling the new wind, hearing new stories from passing birds.
He realized his interest in her when he finished her 200,000 word novel. It was written with precision and passion, from her heart. It reflected her soul, her thoughts, and her life in general. When he flipped the last page, he knew that he loved her.
I am interested in a lot of things, but the biggest interest I have is in being kind. It is an interest, an obsession, and a goal. I hope that I manage to be kind to the people around me, just like I would have them do to me.
Many people have lost interest in life. They are absent of hobbies, adventure and passion. I have a list of deal breaker for relationships. One of them is must have a hobby or interest outside of work and friends. It is the number one reason I abscond from relationships.
These days I find myself having more interest in the simple things. Getting away from the monotony of regularity and pursuing everything outside of ‘normal’. Those things occupy my focus a lot more and I can’t help but be completed invested. I now walk with the cohesive mentality of detachment and interest. Life is good. =]
Interest! the give back for monies invested. the engagement between two in dialog. being engaged in life- having a life! holding one’s attention. fascination. interaction.
“I didn’t think you had an interest in winemaking,” I said to Vincent as we sat together near the vineyard.
“I don’t,” Vincent scoffed. “My dad thinks I should be. He’s way into wine and fermentation these days. He wants to go back to school to learn how to do it.”
“So why’s he dragging you into this?”
“You know the whole ‘like father, like son’ mentality?”
“Good lord,” I mumbled, taking another sip of mediocre Cabernet.
The thrill was gone, had been for months. He listened to her usual soapbox speech about the ills of the world as he began to plot how to leave her.
something that you are interested in. you am interested in the movie Cry-Baby.
My interest is football I like to play football because I can have fun playing a game I like to play.
Interest is when someone is into something and when they really like something.When your interested in something you like it or it amazes you,you like to see it and it keeps you intertwined.
are you interest about buying a puppy if yeah then call this number in the bottom only $59.99 thank you and call now.
what you are inspired in, something you always do and you love it
want to learn about whatever what you are interested in like if it looks cool or weird.
Interest is when the bank gives you money for putting your money in the bank.
Is a hobby that people enjoy doing like sports crafts or what ever you enjoy.
I have been interested in that movie called fast and the furious 7 it is an action movie it looks really good. It
you need interest to like something. If you dont have
What’s your interest?
Is it off the beaten path?
Then come inside, Friend.
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I have a big interest in chickens. Any one else? They’re friendly, cute and pay for them selves. (They lay eggs, if you sell them you get money back which covers the cost of their food).
she shared the same interests as him. everything was amazing. he is amazing. the summer is amazing. the life they share is amazing. she misses him. alot. especially at school. because there is no one to be weird with. no one to share her thoughts with. it’s all just plain and dry. it’ll be over soon though. but she keeps missing him. just today as well. and then he’ll come home.
one word is family and a team for a company , no1 in world , all thing in one word , you can make when you one
I stopped being able to tell whether you were interested or you were just entertaining me out of obligation and a sense of pity. You never needed to take the time for me in the first place, and I can’t remember why you did at all. I with I could feel like I was worth your time, worth YOU, but I can’t help but think you’re better off without me, and that you feel the same way.
her interests are numerous and varied
she likes to talk about them proudly, like she’s better than other people
but still most nights
she sits in her room
not knowing what to do
It calls from deep within. It draws you out. Lures you. Makes you feel alive. The chance to explore a new experience
The Jade Rabbit leaned towards me, interest glimmering in the moons of her eyes, “So what do you see, dear?”
I studied the seven cherry blossom trees on the starry-backed, black card. “A book in a tree, it belonged to a girl I used to know ages ago. Her name was Poppy. Last name Sage. I thought it was witty to name her so, now I wonder. I do have my doubts about Poppy’s perennial endurance to withstand all. In this book, she pursued a connecting truth. I’d like to think she found it in the hopes and fears of the primitives that botherd to record their stories. But anymore when I think of her, I see dust just like tomes she researched – covered in it. They’re all shadows and dust. Talking apparitions.”
At this unexpected admission, as I was equally unprepared for the memory of Poppy to surface too, the Jade Rabbit looked geniunely puzzled. “Are you sure this is all you see on the card?”
“Oh, quite. The book has the voice of a lion, the scales of a dragon, and the wisdom of both the fox and salmon. It’s all there in the cycles of the tree. Although, I did consider naming her Hazel, once. Alas Hazel lacks for a sly last name. So Poppy Sage she is and forever shall be.”
She squinted, watching the shape of his mouth (bend, compress, one side twisting into a higher smile than the other) as he spoke so intently that she lost track of what he was saying.
“Mm yeah,” she said, forcing herself to refocus. “Hot air balloons.”
“Yeah, like stars–”
And she was gone again, lost in the space between the two almost impossible to notice freckles on his cheek.
interest accumulates. one must have the foresight to know and the patience to allow it.the reward will be beneficial and, well, rewarding I suppose. and maybe even interesting.
the interest accumulates slowly but surely, all one has to do is have the patience and fortitude to allow it. then in the end one will see the worth.
Many things interested her and he couldn’t understand it. They were all simple, boring things like gardens and..well, actually that was it.. It was all that he could notice anyways.. Though he knew what DIDN’T interest her. Money, gossip, makeup, alcohol- all the fun things in life, he’d never seen her even look at. Why?
I am interested in the deaths
Of small creatures
A mouse curled up on the concrete floor
Of my garage
Snared in a mistake
The fatal flaw of greed
Reaching innocently towards the want
The cheese
Just out of reach
So close
Dead.
Interest….I’ve lost myself..what are my interests?
my eyes flicker over — and away when he looks at me too. why does he keep glancing over here? am i that obvious? head down, lips pursed, subtly flirting. oh who am I kidding? he must be interested in her. the gorgeous one, the one who could take everything and I’d thank her.
“So what’s your pleasure sir?” the man inquired, his suit moving rather unnaturally as he leaned in. “ANYTHING you want…we can get it for you. Just ask.” He offered an uncomfortable smile as he locked eyes with his favorite–and wealthy–patron. “And if you’re interested in something a bit special, well…our girls are here to please.”
“You know Michael, the Zuppa Toscana sounds really good. And please give my compliments to chef Marianne and the rest of her students. I didn’t have a chance to say so last time, but their bruschetta was absolutely amazing.”
“Certainly sir. I’ll have some bread out to you shortly.” the man replied before heading toward the back. Mr. Jones was always such a pleasure to wait on.
interest,
into rest…
out of rest more like.
Piqued, whatever that means. Pricking up one’s ears like a dog. Darting eyes, latching on. Wary, selfish beasts asserting their focus.
like the ccapital immeasured focal points of inane hopes of acquisition. It could be in a bank or swirling about a lover’s irises, but interestingly enough, it eludes me. I still find life to be as bleak as i always did.
My interests vary greatly. For one, I love Ed Sheeran. I also love Victoria’s Secret. Bioshock is another, and that one surprises most people. You can never know someone’s interests just by looking at them – some things may surprise you.
Interest, she thought, this word sounds green. Like forest, somehow. In-te-rest, fo-rest. Maybe, in its essence, it is – green, growing, like a plant, stretching us into new stems, exploding us in fresh wrinkly leaves. So that we could be bigger. Free. Like trees, she thought. Like trees. Not straight-jacketed into a body that only grows heavier, more painful, less flexible, but always having the delight of a newborn shoot, tentatively reaching into a new pocket of sky, feeling the new wind, hearing new stories from passing birds.
He realized his interest in her when he finished her 200,000 word novel. It was written with precision and passion, from her heart. It reflected her soul, her thoughts, and her life in general. When he flipped the last page, he knew that he loved her.
I am interested in a lot of things, but the biggest interest I have is in being kind. It is an interest, an obsession, and a goal. I hope that I manage to be kind to the people around me, just like I would have them do to me.
Many people have lost interest in life. They are absent of hobbies, adventure and passion. I have a list of deal breaker for relationships. One of them is must have a hobby or interest outside of work and friends. It is the number one reason I abscond from relationships.
We had similar interests.
That’s why I found myself falling for her.
These days I find myself having more interest in the simple things. Getting away from the monotony of regularity and pursuing everything outside of ‘normal’. Those things occupy my focus a lot more and I can’t help but be completed invested. I now walk with the cohesive mentality of detachment and interest. Life is good. =]
Interest! the give back for monies invested. the engagement between two in dialog. being engaged in life- having a life! holding one’s attention. fascination. interaction.
“I didn’t think you had an interest in winemaking,” I said to Vincent as we sat together near the vineyard.
“I don’t,” Vincent scoffed. “My dad thinks I should be. He’s way into wine and fermentation these days. He wants to go back to school to learn how to do it.”
“So why’s he dragging you into this?”
“You know the whole ‘like father, like son’ mentality?”
“Good lord,” I mumbled, taking another sip of mediocre Cabernet.