When you are in Military School they make you stand straight, nice and tall. You can’t be slouching otherwise they will whip you over the head with a leather belt. Make sure you are extra good or your parents will send you there.
I stand for my right to life. I stand for others right of life. We are all humans who desevere a second shot at our dreams. Stand with me. Stand we all of us.
Sharp pain spike up his leg as he struggled to find balance. Several hands reached out to steady him. He bared his teeth, growling, “Get off me. I got this!” He hadn’t suffered through two bloody tours in the hot Iraqui desert to be coddled like a damn toddler. Having only one leg was just another battle, and he was determined to fight.
When your force is growing from your roots through the ground,
and they’re constantly patting you down with sand.
I’ll be at the bottom with you
We’ll dig our way through,
I’ll stand up and I’ll stand by you!
I should try to stand a work, being in a sedentary work styleis not good for my health. Even though i know of all the ill effects i still dont do it and will cry when i get affected.
I always like to take stand against what is wrong. I expect the people around the world should get out of their comfort zone and start taking stand against the wrong thing or against domestic violence.
The Stand is one of my favorite mini-series. I like the book, but I absolutely adore the made for television series. I was a freshman in high school when it came out and it is one of the few times that I can remember sitting with my mom and watching something and both laughing and enjoying the same thing.
She stands in front of him, tears running down her face. “How can you do this to me?” she asks.
“I’m sorry. I thought I did the right thing,” he explains with his head down. “Well, you just lost me, Harvey,” she says and takes a step back away from the man she used to call her future. His head snaps up to look at her. His expression makes her regret she said what she said, but enough is enough. “Just…don’t talk to me. Don’t call me. You crossed the line this time, Harvey,” she whispers through the wind billowing around them. She shakes her head and turns around. “No, Charlie, don’t do this…” Harvey begs as he reaches out to her, but she pulls away and continues to walk faster. “Charlie!” he shouts, but she pretends not to hear. Harvey looks down at the pavement because he cannot stand to see his future walking away from him.
As i stand here alone I feel the depth of my thoughts drowning me in this darkness called reality.
I feel as if I cannot withstand the cruel reality of life. It gnaws at my dreams and withers my hope. I can no longer be this or what I used to be.I used to be carefree and unbounded by these limitations and harsh truths. My vision was bright and in the end that’s how I burned too, Bright.
Az állványon egy mellszobor foglalt helyet: Egy régi, károsodott szobor, talán annyira öreg, hogy egy ókori görög istent ábrázol. Meó nem szerette ezeket, túl fennköltek, az isteneik pedig emberszerűek.
i have to stand up for myself.
i can no longer allow others to dictate my life.
i must stand up for my beliefs and ideals.
there is no other way.
stand, and stand tall.
as i stand here, i want to jump. but my body won’t let me. it has an instinct to survive. but i can’t go on anymore. i cannot take one more day. i know it has to be mind over matter. i have to trick my mind into jumping……..
I trick myself and i jump off as though into water. I know instantly i have made a mtiake, that things were going ot get better if i’d stayed.
To make a stand. One must first have a belief, and hold it. Its a great phrase to make a stand. Because it has such great imagery. I always hold to mind someone in a room of sitters standing proudly unconcerned by those around him.
He unlocks the wardrobe, exposing a daunting warlord helmet atop an imposing stand.
“And finally, the Helm of Hades,” His voice is so soft, distant as if he’s not here anymore. “It has the capability to render the wearer invisible to all supernatural entities, erasing every fiber of your existence.”
“While donning the helmet, it is said one can project their invisibility onto others and objects.”
I receive the helmet with ginger hands, uncertain as it tugs my palms downward with such resounding weight.
Ornate engravings line its metal body, tufted swirls that seem to billow out in feathery curls.
I stand here; with my arms above my head. My heart beating loudly inmy chest. I was just walking home. He’s looking at me with death in his eyes; the kind of devil you only see on tv. He’s here to kill. He’s here to kill me. I’m not ready to go.
The figure on the hill stood in silence, his face cast in shadow as the sun glared angrily behind. I couldn’t make out his features from here, but something about his stance seemed deadly. Graceful. Powerful. Solemn. Heroic.
It was a conflicting image to be sure, and my heart beat faster at the sight of him.
lucy stood on her hands, peter stood on his principles, both with the stubborness of two young people whose love had started to run out, but who would not split open and bleed because of such a trivial thing. breakups were for other fools: they had the world to save, and stamps to stick.
i was standing on top of it all, just watching. I finally made it. I finally got here; all that hard work wasn’t just for nothing. I’m standing here, at the top. I made it. Thank you. I am proud of me and the fight i have fought. I am happy.
Here I stand before you waiting for you to say something. I wait and wait for you to tell me what I’ve been longing to hear all this time. Tell me you want me, tell me you see me. I want you to stand by me. I want you to be there for me through the ups and downs. God I need you, please say you’ll stand by me.
I remind you of when we were nine, of the lemonade stand we had on the corner of Westcott and Bhuring Avenue that we would set up everyday when our parents went to work.
“Who needs an allowance,” you said. “We’ve got lemons.”
Life seemed simpler then, but I suspect it was just as complicated as ever, only I was braver then, fearless.
I stand at the corner of the road and listen to the pounding of the rain on the pavement. I wonder why the red light won;t change to green. I swear it’s been like this for a century. i focus my attention on the man standing next to me with the large black hat and wonder why his hat is so large. does he hate for people to look at him, too? does he hate people as much as i do
Some time I wonder that who is more responsible for all this mess in the world. The few criminals or vast majority of silent good people like me who never take stand against injustice in society.
Take a stand..any kind of stand. Stand strong for what you believe in even if you’re standing alone. It’s ok to go against the so called “norm” Just stand up for something, make your voice heard and take a stand.
still nothing doing nothing just laying their but with your feat. being together all together with each other. Helping others and giving a hand to those who need it
I used to think it was a noble quality, to be prepared to stand beside your family come what may. What came though was not at all what I had expected. And all that standing beside my brother, through his arrest, the court case, the jail sentence and the scurrilous business dealings proved far too costly – financially, emotionally, psychologically. I even lost my marriage to his manipulation. And now I know. Learnt the hard way. Loyalty is not always a virtue.
She stood, taking stock of the mess they had made of the carpet. She could always clean it later. “Later” stung her ears, but she ignored it. Now was not the time to be the type-A perfectionist. Now was the time to be the fun older sister who didn’t care that the floor was a mess and who was just as rule-bending and inventive as needed.
We were told we were supposed to rise up together. We were told we were supposed to take a stand. We were given pens and pieces of paper and expected to write our own national anthems. We were loaded down with brushes and canvas and relied on for brand new protest slogans. When we painted pictures on walls and overpasses, they were meant to have a deeper meaning. But we are hollow inside. We have no other deeper meaning but the artificial one you have scrawled onto our arteries.
When you are in Military School they make you stand straight, nice and tall. You can’t be slouching otherwise they will whip you over the head with a leather belt. Make sure you are extra good or your parents will send you there.
Her first idea was a lemonade stand, but while Patty had lemons and water aplenty, the sugar jar was empty.
I stand for my right to life. I stand for others right of life. We are all humans who desevere a second shot at our dreams. Stand with me. Stand we all of us.
I can stand on two legs . when I was a baby I couldn’t stand up right I always crawled around.
Sharp pain spike up his leg as he struggled to find balance. Several hands reached out to steady him. He bared his teeth, growling, “Get off me. I got this!” He hadn’t suffered through two bloody tours in the hot Iraqui desert to be coddled like a damn toddler. Having only one leg was just another battle, and he was determined to fight.
I stand here, waiting for the enemy to come and face me. Why wouldn’t they? After all, thus
When your force is growing from your roots through the ground,
and they’re constantly patting you down with sand.
I’ll be at the bottom with you
We’ll dig our way through,
I’ll stand up and I’ll stand by you!
Stand up! Stand down! That actually doesn’t make any sense – stand down? Stand is a verb. It’s not a adverb.
I should try to stand a work, being in a sedentary work styleis not good for my health. Even though i know of all the ill effects i still dont do it and will cry when i get affected.
I always like to take stand against what is wrong. I expect the people around the world should get out of their comfort zone and start taking stand against the wrong thing or against domestic violence.
The Stand is one of my favorite mini-series. I like the book, but I absolutely adore the made for television series. I was a freshman in high school when it came out and it is one of the few times that I can remember sitting with my mom and watching something and both laughing and enjoying the same thing.
She stands in front of him, tears running down her face. “How can you do this to me?” she asks.
“I’m sorry. I thought I did the right thing,” he explains with his head down. “Well, you just lost me, Harvey,” she says and takes a step back away from the man she used to call her future. His head snaps up to look at her. His expression makes her regret she said what she said, but enough is enough. “Just…don’t talk to me. Don’t call me. You crossed the line this time, Harvey,” she whispers through the wind billowing around them. She shakes her head and turns around. “No, Charlie, don’t do this…” Harvey begs as he reaches out to her, but she pulls away and continues to walk faster. “Charlie!” he shouts, but she pretends not to hear. Harvey looks down at the pavement because he cannot stand to see his future walking away from him.
As i stand here alone I feel the depth of my thoughts drowning me in this darkness called reality.
I feel as if I cannot withstand the cruel reality of life. It gnaws at my dreams and withers my hope. I can no longer be this or what I used to be.I used to be carefree and unbounded by these limitations and harsh truths. My vision was bright and in the end that’s how I burned too, Bright.
Az állványon egy mellszobor foglalt helyet: Egy régi, károsodott szobor, talán annyira öreg, hogy egy ókori görög istent ábrázol. Meó nem szerette ezeket, túl fennköltek, az isteneik pedig emberszerűek.
“Imposible!”
“She shouldn’t have done that!”
“Is she insane?!!”
“She’s standing at the guy corpse!”
“Someone, Call the police!”
*Bang*
I can’t stand licorice. I just hate the taste of it. And if someone else eats licorice, I can’t stand the smell of it.
i have to stand up for myself.
i can no longer allow others to dictate my life.
i must stand up for my beliefs and ideals.
there is no other way.
stand, and stand tall.
as i stand here, i want to jump. but my body won’t let me. it has an instinct to survive. but i can’t go on anymore. i cannot take one more day. i know it has to be mind over matter. i have to trick my mind into jumping……..
I trick myself and i jump off as though into water. I know instantly i have made a mtiake, that things were going ot get better if i’d stayed.
To make a stand. One must first have a belief, and hold it. Its a great phrase to make a stand. Because it has such great imagery. I always hold to mind someone in a room of sitters standing proudly unconcerned by those around him.
He leaned, he leaned so well. His chocolate brown hair tickling the tip of his nose. That’s rediculous.
He unlocks the wardrobe, exposing a daunting warlord helmet atop an imposing stand.
“And finally, the Helm of Hades,” His voice is so soft, distant as if he’s not here anymore. “It has the capability to render the wearer invisible to all supernatural entities, erasing every fiber of your existence.”
“While donning the helmet, it is said one can project their invisibility onto others and objects.”
I receive the helmet with ginger hands, uncertain as it tugs my palms downward with such resounding weight.
Ornate engravings line its metal body, tufted swirls that seem to billow out in feathery curls.
I stand here; with my arms above my head. My heart beating loudly inmy chest. I was just walking home. He’s looking at me with death in his eyes; the kind of devil you only see on tv. He’s here to kill. He’s here to kill me. I’m not ready to go.
The figure on the hill stood in silence, his face cast in shadow as the sun glared angrily behind. I couldn’t make out his features from here, but something about his stance seemed deadly. Graceful. Powerful. Solemn. Heroic.
It was a conflicting image to be sure, and my heart beat faster at the sight of him.
lucy stood on her hands, peter stood on his principles, both with the stubborness of two young people whose love had started to run out, but who would not split open and bleed because of such a trivial thing. breakups were for other fools: they had the world to save, and stamps to stick.
1stand = still to a now domain
i was standing on top of it all, just watching. I finally made it. I finally got here; all that hard work wasn’t just for nothing. I’m standing here, at the top. I made it. Thank you. I am proud of me and the fight i have fought. I am happy.
Here I stand before you waiting for you to say something. I wait and wait for you to tell me what I’ve been longing to hear all this time. Tell me you want me, tell me you see me. I want you to stand by me. I want you to be there for me through the ups and downs. God I need you, please say you’ll stand by me.
I remind you of when we were nine, of the lemonade stand we had on the corner of Westcott and Bhuring Avenue that we would set up everyday when our parents went to work.
“Who needs an allowance,” you said. “We’ve got lemons.”
Life seemed simpler then, but I suspect it was just as complicated as ever, only I was braver then, fearless.
every time i try to i fall down
for real
I stand at the corner of the road and listen to the pounding of the rain on the pavement. I wonder why the red light won;t change to green. I swear it’s been like this for a century. i focus my attention on the man standing next to me with the large black hat and wonder why his hat is so large. does he hate for people to look at him, too? does he hate people as much as i do
Some time I wonder that who is more responsible for all this mess in the world. The few criminals or vast majority of silent good people like me who never take stand against injustice in society.
i find myself standing alone on a beach in on the coast of France. i stood alone looking for something to pop up on the horizon.
Ache of day
lingering
in my calves –
banging on my back
threading
its way
up my
spine
to my
tired
skull.
Standing to teach,
my babies and
others’ babies
so many babies
Always waking
concrete-bound,
hunching over
for a break.
Hunching over
for a breath.
Take a stand..any kind of stand. Stand strong for what you believe in even if you’re standing alone. It’s ok to go against the so called “norm” Just stand up for something, make your voice heard and take a stand.
I look at them they look at me for 5 min we are standing there . they say awkward standing.
still nothing doing nothing just laying their but with your feat. being together all together with each other. Helping others and giving a hand to those who need it
How misguided I was.
I used to think it was a noble quality, to be prepared to stand beside your family come what may. What came though was not at all what I had expected. And all that standing beside my brother, through his arrest, the court case, the jail sentence and the scurrilous business dealings proved far too costly – financially, emotionally, psychologically. I even lost my marriage to his manipulation. And now I know. Learnt the hard way. Loyalty is not always a virtue.
She stood, taking stock of the mess they had made of the carpet. She could always clean it later. “Later” stung her ears, but she ignored it. Now was not the time to be the type-A perfectionist. Now was the time to be the fun older sister who didn’t care that the floor was a mess and who was just as rule-bending and inventive as needed.
She took a stand for what she believed in even though she knew in the end she might remain alone. She knew it was better than never being herself.
We were told we were supposed to rise up together. We were told we were supposed to take a stand. We were given pens and pieces of paper and expected to write our own national anthems. We were loaded down with brushes and canvas and relied on for brand new protest slogans. When we painted pictures on walls and overpasses, they were meant to have a deeper meaning. But we are hollow inside. We have no other deeper meaning but the artificial one you have scrawled onto our arteries.