I don’t want your advice, but really , i do. I need it I crave it. I probably just wont follow it. I need to have the space to make my own mistakes in life, I need mistakes to notch into my bedpost. I need them to build a foundation for my future. where do you find mistakes?
He stood there, fiddling with his stiff fingers. She raised one of her eyebrows insidiously.
‘What do you want?’ she scowled, he words laced with venom.
He took a deep breath.
‘Your advice.’
She was so confused, marriage was something completely new to her. Her mother had passed and now she just needed to be pushed along in the right direction. So she went to her grandmother. Never being close to her she was cautious. However, her grandmother was open to giving advice to her worried grand daughter. Her experienced advice helped her get through her wedding and even after alll the brides doubts about marriage her an her husband had 6 children and each, in their own way, changed the world.
given too often not taken enough. though it has a place it is often better to learn and decide for yourself rather than depending on the advice of others and even if they give it will you take it?
I need advice. Something dished out for dishevelled seeking confused me. Good advice is like an outpouring of bright golden light, and it fills the cup of me until I brim over. It beams the way forward and motivates me onwards. Bad advice is like taking a wrench to the spirit. It twists and deforms the truth I managed to hold delicately. It blackens and burns away belief. It pushes me backwards, and inwards, and makes my grasp of truth awkward. So maybe it’s better not to ask. To trust our own gut above all others. Because any second guessing of it with second opinions only undermines it. Darkens it into distrust.
I am always looking for advice because i feel like i have done a lot in my twenty-four long years on earth. Not many people have faced death. Not many people have risen over odds. I would never toot my own horn (probably the worse phrase ever), BUT i rolled my 5 times, was ejected then went and played the REST of my division 1 college football career. Not many can say that.
I should have taken my own advice. I should have known better than to ask him to dance. I mean he’s into me, but I only like him as a friend, even though we aren’t that good of friends. What if he read into it? What if he thinks it’s something more? I just wanted to dance, but I didn’t think it through.
giving advice is a good deed to people and to yourself as well.
Advice lets everyone around you widen their perspective and heightens their, and your knowledge.
SO ADVICE !
the thing we live on, take too seriously, and always appreciate at the beginning. until the advice no longer helps us and we realize that making our own choices will leave us happier than any one else’s advice will.
I like to give advice, it makes me feel good to help others. If someone is having a problem I’m always the first to let them know that I’m here to listen and to help. I’ve had depression my whole life so I know how it feels to be sad. When someone else is feeling that way it hurts me and I want to do everything in my power to help them. I lost my bestfriend to suicide and it hurts me every day.
I think it’s odd when people give advice. It’s weird that people have such different perspectives on things because they’ve been through something that another person hasn’t. Even though they can give advice, it probably doesn’t apply to the other person because they will think so much differently abut it.
“I don’t need your advice.” I said it quietly hoping she wouldn’t hear me. She told me to go die, maybe cut a little deeper this time. I wasn’t going to live like this anymore… under her rule. I held my head up high and said it louder this time, “I don’t need your advice and I sure as hell don’t need you.” I left that day and never went back and I always knew that I was better than her.
I never give the best advice. I never reallly know what to say. I don’t like to be told what to do so I don’t feel like I should tell others what to do. Advice… I’ve recieve alot of good advice though. Mostly from my acting teacher. 60 seconds is alot longer than I thought.
let me give you an advice darling
do try to find your way in this cold cold world
cause you know how it is
merciless and angry
always busy, running running
find a calm street
stead your eyes on the sun and go!
Advice…I love to give advice. It makes me feel useful and like I can have an impact on someone else’s life…even if it’s small and seemingly inconsequential. Advice given by others has also served to make the last few months more bearable for me. I don’t know that I would have made it through as unscathed as I have if not for the advice given by others.
Advice. I like giving advice, my one friend always comes to me for advice, seeing as we have been friends since 7th grade, and he told me I was the best at advice giving. Which is a lie… but I think I help a little bit.
Do you want my advice, dear? Run away. Run away from everything and everyone until you can find something that makes you happy and doesn’t leave that sore lump in your throat. Leave your family, your house, your life, because your time is running out and dammit, so should you be.
He sat in that damned chair, looking up at me, waiting, waiting for what, I was unsure. But, I knew whatever it was, it couldn’t be any good. So, I let him just sit there, until he opened that yap of his and said, “Want some advice?” I was surprised and said, “Sure.” He pulled out a AK-47 and blew me away. As I laid there dieing, he leaned over my body, said, “That was Advice,” and left me in that room to die.
Advice never helpful unless y experience needed last resort should do thing by yourself she needed help so she went to the only person that mattered and asked for advice he failed her. She ended up killing her self. That was the end. All she left behind was broken heart. He wished he could turn back time and stop her. But that was impossible.
One piece of advice for all you procrastinators out there: Don’t EVER take an extension on a paper. All you’ll do is push it off until the last day anyway, then you’ll get frazzled and frustrated and get down on yourself.
They say I give good advices, but when it comes to myself, I can’t produce the best advice. When I have problems, I have a hard time coming up with solutions. Harsh, just like now. :/
My parents are the best at giving me advice. They are always there for me when I need help. They always know what to say, and when to say it. Friends are also another source of advice. Through advice, you develop as a person.
(((Ended up rubbish, needs drastic development…)))
He had been poised in the corner for an age, his elbows rising like crow wings each time he shifted a step closer, then away again from the papers stacked on the table. Hours upon hours, day after day. He couldn’t remember whether he’d slept during the week or not. He strode back and forth, let out an impatient sigh that became a tut and glanced at the crack in the door. Each time the leather strap slid audibly down Prunella’s arm, he paused, his shoe turning toward where she must be sat, a new word rising on the tip of his lips to call through – none of them yet uttered, but together almost a sentence.
She was always there. Filing her lilac nails. Twirling her hair. But where had the reminder been to go, ‘Don’t forget your presentation, 2pm, here’s your taxi’? Nothing. He inclined his head, grinding his teeth, and then page by page tore the sheets, setting light to flow charts, tearing up portfolios. He began to laugh out his headache.
Mid-tear, he paused as he heard the sliding strap again, a chuckle into her mobile. Suddenly the door creaked open. The sound of the leather.
“What – do -you – want?”, he asked, standing upright with as much dignity as the scraps of paper floating about his feet allowed.
“It’s 1pm. You taxi will be here soon.”
Advice is something people love to give but rarely like to get. We all have a measure of confidence that what we do has purpose and meaning but in the end we are all just trying to do the best we can.
The forest would sing its advice, as the breeze would sway through the strong branches, left, and right. “Be free,” they would say “let go.” I would try so hard to listen but the distractions and stresses of my life would always push it out of my head. Then one day, my favorite spot near the lake was missing the trees that had once sung. They were chopped down, and now all that was there were stumps. I finally understood what i had to do.
“I need some advice, Joanne…I’m begging you.” I glare at him haughtily. “How dare you? You have some incredible nerve to come here and ask me for help, ME, of all people, I was there for you when you lost everything, you know that? How do you repay me Mike, how?” His eyes dropped down defeatedly. It put a smile on my face.
My advice to you is to go left when you see a fork in the path. Go for the road that is empty, not walked on. Though it may be scary, you will find that it is one of the best choices you have made. Don’t worry. Just go.
advice is the best way to learn in a mentor relationship. that advice is always tempered by reflection. advice is often given without thought and without consideration for the larger implications. parents too often give advice without considering the context of the child’s experience.
I’m very good at giving advice. Every time I give advice to someone, I launch into an endless speech, in which the frustrated orator that I am comes out with a vengeance. Alas, I’m terrible at FOLLOWING my own advice. Such a shame.
Advice, one thing you will always give to a close friend, or even just an acquaintance. But rarely will you ever take that same advice yourself. You hear people say frequently, “Take your own advice.” For some reason we just can’t though.
when i think of advice i think of someone you go to that you trust with your secrets..some one you admire and want to be like in some way..and some one that you love and respect..and it also takes alot of guts to ask for advice because most have to much pride to do so a show that they need help and have a part in their lives that isnt spot on.
councellor. psychologist. id love to become a psychologist when im older and give everyone the advice they need. to be a psychitrist is to hard considering i cant handle all that medicle stuff.
there is a lot of advice out there for people to take and i think adding anything to it would only over fill an already gluttonous market of advice. I don’t have a tie anyway or a suit to wear or one of those microphones attached to your ear. i am not good at screaming either. i wonder if anyone has any advice for me
I don’t want your advice, but really , i do. I need it I crave it. I probably just wont follow it. I need to have the space to make my own mistakes in life, I need mistakes to notch into my bedpost. I need them to build a foundation for my future. where do you find mistakes?
He stood there, fiddling with his stiff fingers. She raised one of her eyebrows insidiously.
‘What do you want?’ she scowled, he words laced with venom.
He took a deep breath.
‘Your advice.’
She was so confused, marriage was something completely new to her. Her mother had passed and now she just needed to be pushed along in the right direction. So she went to her grandmother. Never being close to her she was cautious. However, her grandmother was open to giving advice to her worried grand daughter. Her experienced advice helped her get through her wedding and even after alll the brides doubts about marriage her an her husband had 6 children and each, in their own way, changed the world.
“Can I give you some advice?” “Sure.” “You’re not going to like it.” “That’s ok.” “Ok. You got married too fast.” “That’s not advice.” “I told you!”
Oh Friends. My favorite show. It’s timeless.
given too often not taken enough. though it has a place it is often better to learn and decide for yourself rather than depending on the advice of others and even if they give it will you take it?
I need advice. Something dished out for dishevelled seeking confused me. Good advice is like an outpouring of bright golden light, and it fills the cup of me until I brim over. It beams the way forward and motivates me onwards. Bad advice is like taking a wrench to the spirit. It twists and deforms the truth I managed to hold delicately. It blackens and burns away belief. It pushes me backwards, and inwards, and makes my grasp of truth awkward. So maybe it’s better not to ask. To trust our own gut above all others. Because any second guessing of it with second opinions only undermines it. Darkens it into distrust.
how to give it, how to take it, do we really know how. It’s giving freely and rarely taken at great cost sometimes.
I am always looking for advice because i feel like i have done a lot in my twenty-four long years on earth. Not many people have faced death. Not many people have risen over odds. I would never toot my own horn (probably the worse phrase ever), BUT i rolled my 5 times, was ejected then went and played the REST of my division 1 college football career. Not many can say that.
I should have taken my own advice. I should have known better than to ask him to dance. I mean he’s into me, but I only like him as a friend, even though we aren’t that good of friends. What if he read into it? What if he thinks it’s something more? I just wanted to dance, but I didn’t think it through.
my advice
is my advice
and must
only
be my advice
to
me
unless otherwise
solicited
by you
for you
giving advice is a good deed to people and to yourself as well.
Advice lets everyone around you widen their perspective and heightens their, and your knowledge.
SO ADVICE !
the thing we live on, take too seriously, and always appreciate at the beginning. until the advice no longer helps us and we realize that making our own choices will leave us happier than any one else’s advice will.
I like to give advice, it makes me feel good to help others. If someone is having a problem I’m always the first to let them know that I’m here to listen and to help. I’ve had depression my whole life so I know how it feels to be sad. When someone else is feeling that way it hurts me and I want to do everything in my power to help them. I lost my bestfriend to suicide and it hurts me every day.
Advice are useless. They are lies of amateurs who have little to no brain cells at all of how hard and painfully unbelievable it is to be a writer.
I think it’s odd when people give advice. It’s weird that people have such different perspectives on things because they’ve been through something that another person hasn’t. Even though they can give advice, it probably doesn’t apply to the other person because they will think so much differently abut it.
“I don’t need your advice.” I said it quietly hoping she wouldn’t hear me. She told me to go die, maybe cut a little deeper this time. I wasn’t going to live like this anymore… under her rule. I held my head up high and said it louder this time, “I don’t need your advice and I sure as hell don’t need you.” I left that day and never went back and I always knew that I was better than her.
I never give the best advice. I never reallly know what to say. I don’t like to be told what to do so I don’t feel like I should tell others what to do. Advice… I’ve recieve alot of good advice though. Mostly from my acting teacher. 60 seconds is alot longer than I thought.
let me give you an advice darling
do try to find your way in this cold cold world
cause you know how it is
merciless and angry
always busy, running running
find a calm street
stead your eyes on the sun and go!
Advice…I love to give advice. It makes me feel useful and like I can have an impact on someone else’s life…even if it’s small and seemingly inconsequential. Advice given by others has also served to make the last few months more bearable for me. I don’t know that I would have made it through as unscathed as I have if not for the advice given by others.
Advice. I like giving advice, my one friend always comes to me for advice, seeing as we have been friends since 7th grade, and he told me I was the best at advice giving. Which is a lie… but I think I help a little bit.
its a hell for many people… looking for sense, but there is only one if you move for making the planet a little bit better.
Do you want my advice, dear? Run away. Run away from everything and everyone until you can find something that makes you happy and doesn’t leave that sore lump in your throat. Leave your family, your house, your life, because your time is running out and dammit, so should you be.
He sat in that damned chair, looking up at me, waiting, waiting for what, I was unsure. But, I knew whatever it was, it couldn’t be any good. So, I let him just sit there, until he opened that yap of his and said, “Want some advice?” I was surprised and said, “Sure.” He pulled out a AK-47 and blew me away. As I laid there dieing, he leaned over my body, said, “That was Advice,” and left me in that room to die.
Advice never helpful unless y experience needed last resort should do thing by yourself she needed help so she went to the only person that mattered and asked for advice he failed her. She ended up killing her self. That was the end. All she left behind was broken heart. He wished he could turn back time and stop her. But that was impossible.
One piece of advice for all you procrastinators out there: Don’t EVER take an extension on a paper. All you’ll do is push it off until the last day anyway, then you’ll get frazzled and frustrated and get down on yourself.
I took you advice. I’m with him now. I’m happy. But I still wonder what it would have been like to be with you.
They say I give good advices, but when it comes to myself, I can’t produce the best advice. When I have problems, I have a hard time coming up with solutions. Harsh, just like now. :/
My parents are the best at giving me advice. They are always there for me when I need help. They always know what to say, and when to say it. Friends are also another source of advice. Through advice, you develop as a person.
(((Ended up rubbish, needs drastic development…)))
He had been poised in the corner for an age, his elbows rising like crow wings each time he shifted a step closer, then away again from the papers stacked on the table. Hours upon hours, day after day. He couldn’t remember whether he’d slept during the week or not. He strode back and forth, let out an impatient sigh that became a tut and glanced at the crack in the door. Each time the leather strap slid audibly down Prunella’s arm, he paused, his shoe turning toward where she must be sat, a new word rising on the tip of his lips to call through – none of them yet uttered, but together almost a sentence.
She was always there. Filing her lilac nails. Twirling her hair. But where had the reminder been to go, ‘Don’t forget your presentation, 2pm, here’s your taxi’? Nothing. He inclined his head, grinding his teeth, and then page by page tore the sheets, setting light to flow charts, tearing up portfolios. He began to laugh out his headache.
Mid-tear, he paused as he heard the sliding strap again, a chuckle into her mobile. Suddenly the door creaked open. The sound of the leather.
“What – do -you – want?”, he asked, standing upright with as much dignity as the scraps of paper floating about his feet allowed.
“It’s 1pm. You taxi will be here soon.”
Advice is something people love to give but rarely like to get. We all have a measure of confidence that what we do has purpose and meaning but in the end we are all just trying to do the best we can.
The forest would sing its advice, as the breeze would sway through the strong branches, left, and right. “Be free,” they would say “let go.” I would try so hard to listen but the distractions and stresses of my life would always push it out of my head. Then one day, my favorite spot near the lake was missing the trees that had once sung. They were chopped down, and now all that was there were stumps. I finally understood what i had to do.
“I need some advice, Joanne…I’m begging you.” I glare at him haughtily. “How dare you? You have some incredible nerve to come here and ask me for help, ME, of all people, I was there for you when you lost everything, you know that? How do you repay me Mike, how?” His eyes dropped down defeatedly. It put a smile on my face.
My advice to you is to go left when you see a fork in the path. Go for the road that is empty, not walked on. Though it may be scary, you will find that it is one of the best choices you have made. Don’t worry. Just go.
advice is the best way to learn in a mentor relationship. that advice is always tempered by reflection. advice is often given without thought and without consideration for the larger implications. parents too often give advice without considering the context of the child’s experience.
I’m very good at giving advice. Every time I give advice to someone, I launch into an endless speech, in which the frustrated orator that I am comes out with a vengeance. Alas, I’m terrible at FOLLOWING my own advice. Such a shame.
Advice, one thing you will always give to a close friend, or even just an acquaintance. But rarely will you ever take that same advice yourself. You hear people say frequently, “Take your own advice.” For some reason we just can’t though.
when i think of advice i think of someone you go to that you trust with your secrets..some one you admire and want to be like in some way..and some one that you love and respect..and it also takes alot of guts to ask for advice because most have to much pride to do so a show that they need help and have a part in their lives that isnt spot on.
councellor. psychologist. id love to become a psychologist when im older and give everyone the advice they need. to be a psychitrist is to hard considering i cant handle all that medicle stuff.
damned if you do, damned if you don’t
there is a lot of advice out there for people to take and i think adding anything to it would only over fill an already gluttonous market of advice. I don’t have a tie anyway or a suit to wear or one of those microphones attached to your ear. i am not good at screaming either. i wonder if anyone has any advice for me