i love answers because they fill gaps in what is missing in my thoughts. sometimes i get answers myself which makes me feel proud, and other times answers are given to me which can make me feel stupid, but we learn nevertheless.
i will never have the answers. don’t even know the questions really. i do notice that many people know the answers and want to tell them to me. i’m sick of other peoples answers. they’re just afraid of the dark , aren’t you. i am.
you have 60 seconds to write about the word “answers”.. okay? this is all i’m doing right now.. so.. yeah… i love this website. woo hoo. its my favorite. I am writing about stuff.. this is my answer to “answers”… yeah……
There are no answers for many things that happen in this world.
Why are innocents in prison?
Why many children die without food?There are no answers.
Why orfans? Why wicked are free? Only One has the answers. Only GOD knows Why?
We have to wait patient until He answers our questions.
Do not try to answer yourself, ask your God.
Answers are difficult to think about, when you don’t have an spiritual guide, your answers always could be wrong.
Don’t believe in your own answers. You could be misjudged.
Asking God for answers it is a good idea.
I stare at a blank page. “What to write?” I thought to myself. Should I write about the shoe on my front desk? Or of the blue jay I see every night? Curiosity gets to me. I open the shutters and find my bird.
Answers are what we seek but only sometimes find. They can be answers to a test to questions about life, death, religion. Sometimes we think having the right answers will solve our problems, but maybe we have to redefine our problems and reanalyze our perceptions instead. Sometimes there are no answers. Just the process of thought and reflection.
i don’t want answers
that will give it away
i don’t need your history
it’s all past anyway
please, tell me your feelings
right now, if you please
and if you don’t have much to say
that’s ok, i won’t leave.
i’m keeping quiet
not to say too much
because life is exciting
even with your mouth tightly shut.
“No, I want you to /answer/ me!” she shouted, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back around to face her. “This whole time you’ve not given me a single answer and now I want one. I’ve laid my freaking /soul/ bare for you, so you’d better believe that I expect just a /little bit/ of yours.”
We will never find answers. I never find them. All we carry around in life is one big bag of questions. We keep asking and asking. Till we die. Still asking, where we’re going. Then it happens. Eternity. Above. The Answer.
I thought I knew it. But if course it was different from why I anticipated. Never thought that the answer would hurt so much. I never thought I would cry. I never thought the truthful answer would make me laugh. But I smiled with my teeth, eyes, my heart, my mind. Answers from different perspectives vary. Perhaps thus triggers different reactions. Certainly something to ponder over.
why is it that whenever you want answers you have to go through such a long process. why cant you just know? who decides what the answers are? what makes them true? or could an answer be anything?
Why are we always looking for answers? There isn’t really ever an answer to anything. It’s just things we say to keep our mind more at peace, so we dont live the rest of our lives wondering… why?
the answers are all in a coma.
or a comma comma comma to infinity ,,,
paper works just fine, write them down
there aren’t even questions anymore
just fire blood concrete cops scared people angry people political people
Answers? Something that no one gives you. Not in life, not in school. Not for feelings or emotions. Answers are just placeholders until you come up with something you think is satisfactory. But if life were full of answers, where would we be? Human curiosity may as well be our death. But someday we’ll get answers. Someday.
people spend their entire lives searching for answers to questions that have been asked for centuries; seeking the meaning of life. No one is ready to accept an answer they weren’t looking for. No body.
The answers I get I don’t always like. Usually because they aren’t what I expect or think they ought to be. I wish I could have the answers that I wanted… but if I did, would they be true?
come after questions. sometimes. most of the time they’re wrong. or not helpful. or both. or meaningless. maybe stupid. but there are no stupid questions…just stupid answers.
Answers only come to those who ask. If you do not ask, you will not be answered. Answers help you to see the light, but they do not reveal all alone. Many are needed to see the whole truth.
There are more answers these days than questions, at least that’s how it seems. And you know something, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. I mean, sure, there are benefits to being able to google it and come up with the answer in seconds flat. But when was the last time you actually had to sit down and thing about something? When was the last time you couldn’t just give up after five minutes… three minutes… a minute… and just go find the answer somewhere else?
“Horatio the Scholar doesn’t have all the answers?” said Hamlet, plopping down on the bench. “Shocking.”
“…Actually, it isn’t.” said Horatio. “I believe it’s a quite famous philosophical conundrum. You see-”
“NO!” Hamlet covered his ears. “You know I hate philosophy!”
He’s got them, in spades. I sit across from the table, the small table with the folding legs that we bought at a yard sale when we moved to New Orleans. I’m shouting, which is something I never do. It feels good to shout, to feel indelibly right about a thing, and to know that he’s wrong. And yet, he’s got all these answers.
There are so many answers to so many questions, and that is why we ask all of these questions; to obtain these answers. Many people don’t know how to find answers to some things, and they rely on places such as the internet to give them the answer they are looking for.. Although, they don’t always like the answer they get.
answers to questions i’m not even sure of. how was your day? i can’t even answer that correctly. she talks softly but i’m pretty sure her head is screaming all of those things she didn’t want to believe of you. a bottle of gin and a conversation with your own mind, those are the only answers.
Everyone is always searching for answers. But it doesn’t matter if you don’t ask the right questions. Some people (most?) fail to ask questions at all, yet expect answers anyway. What is the sense in that?
Answers, I have none. There are too many questions and not enough answers. I doubt we will ever find the answer to everything. Until we do, we’ll have to deal with more questions.
If I look I’ll never find it.
I guess I’ll have to wait. How long will it be until we can be honest again?
How long until I get an answer?
I miss you.
And i just want you to be a part of my life.. as you used to be.
I need the answer.
You don’t not know when you’re doing something wrong. Two of them won’t make a right, like three lefts will, and it’s not like you need validation, but sometimes it would just be nice to get those kinds of things. For example: did I need to throw my roommate’s cat in my car and release it on the middle of the interstate just because it shit in my room? No. Probably not. But it certainly felt like I was doing the right thing. But it’s not just animals. It’s people, too. Should I have fucked my girlfriend’s twin sister at my own sister’s wedding just because my girlfriend said that I looked like an idiot in that tie? It’s unlikely. But I’m only human. I can’t always have all the answers.
We are all searching. We want to know, we want to find. We look for answers in everything we do, to who we are, why we are here and what is the point of it all?
Answers.
I need a lot of those right now, but no one can give them to me.
They all need “just a little more time…..” “to figure things out……”
The list goes on, really.
I can’t give myself answers, either, which I think is a little more upsetting than anything.
i love answers because they fill gaps in what is missing in my thoughts. sometimes i get answers myself which makes me feel proud, and other times answers are given to me which can make me feel stupid, but we learn nevertheless.
i will never have the answers. don’t even know the questions really. i do notice that many people know the answers and want to tell them to me. i’m sick of other peoples answers. they’re just afraid of the dark , aren’t you. i am.
you have 60 seconds to write about the word “answers”.. okay? this is all i’m doing right now.. so.. yeah… i love this website. woo hoo. its my favorite. I am writing about stuff.. this is my answer to “answers”… yeah……
There are no answers for many things that happen in this world.
Why are innocents in prison?
Why many children die without food?There are no answers.
Why orfans? Why wicked are free? Only One has the answers. Only GOD knows Why?
We have to wait patient until He answers our questions.
Do not try to answer yourself, ask your God.
Answers are difficult to think about, when you don’t have an spiritual guide, your answers always could be wrong.
Don’t believe in your own answers. You could be misjudged.
Asking God for answers it is a good idea.
I stare at a blank page. “What to write?” I thought to myself. Should I write about the shoe on my front desk? Or of the blue jay I see every night? Curiosity gets to me. I open the shutters and find my bird.
What I’d give for answers. Well, I’d sure give a lot to understand and to not be confused. I just want answers.
you hide them, disguise them em, all i want is guidance. you leave me in the dark, while i wait for subtle lightness.
Answers are what we seek but only sometimes find. They can be answers to a test to questions about life, death, religion. Sometimes we think having the right answers will solve our problems, but maybe we have to redefine our problems and reanalyze our perceptions instead. Sometimes there are no answers. Just the process of thought and reflection.
i don’t want answers
that will give it away
i don’t need your history
it’s all past anyway
please, tell me your feelings
right now, if you please
and if you don’t have much to say
that’s ok, i won’t leave.
i’m keeping quiet
not to say too much
because life is exciting
even with your mouth tightly shut.
© LL
“No, I want you to /answer/ me!” she shouted, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back around to face her. “This whole time you’ve not given me a single answer and now I want one. I’ve laid my freaking /soul/ bare for you, so you’d better believe that I expect just a /little bit/ of yours.”
We will never find answers. I never find them. All we carry around in life is one big bag of questions. We keep asking and asking. Till we die. Still asking, where we’re going. Then it happens. Eternity. Above. The Answer.
moon
preferably full
like my face
with answers in craters
like my eyes
sparkle, withdraw.
“but there becomes our quandary,because that leaves the door open to more questions then we have answers. “
I thought I knew it. But if course it was different from why I anticipated. Never thought that the answer would hurt so much. I never thought I would cry. I never thought the truthful answer would make me laugh. But I smiled with my teeth, eyes, my heart, my mind. Answers from different perspectives vary. Perhaps thus triggers different reactions. Certainly something to ponder over.
why is it that whenever you want answers you have to go through such a long process. why cant you just know? who decides what the answers are? what makes them true? or could an answer be anything?
Why are we always looking for answers? There isn’t really ever an answer to anything. It’s just things we say to keep our mind more at peace, so we dont live the rest of our lives wondering… why?
there aren’t any,
i looked in the jar marked “for questions”
there was a shiny penny and some licourice.
i don’t think that’s it.
somehow.
the answers are all in a coma.
or a comma comma comma to infinity ,,,
paper works just fine, write them down
there aren’t even questions anymore
just fire blood concrete cops scared people angry people political people
Answers? Something that no one gives you. Not in life, not in school. Not for feelings or emotions. Answers are just placeholders until you come up with something you think is satisfactory. But if life were full of answers, where would we be? Human curiosity may as well be our death. But someday we’ll get answers. Someday.
people spend their entire lives searching for answers to questions that have been asked for centuries; seeking the meaning of life. No one is ready to accept an answer they weren’t looking for. No body.
Why are answers hard to find, jow do we determine what answers are right or wrong? Is there evne answers to all problems?
The answers I get I don’t always like. Usually because they aren’t what I expect or think they ought to be. I wish I could have the answers that I wanted… but if I did, would they be true?
There are no answers, only questions. So why do we keep asking questions and expecting answers? Who knows?
come after questions. sometimes. most of the time they’re wrong. or not helpful. or both. or meaningless. maybe stupid. but there are no stupid questions…just stupid answers.
Answers only come to those who ask. If you do not ask, you will not be answered. Answers help you to see the light, but they do not reveal all alone. Many are needed to see the whole truth.
I wear… my shower is
pledge to tne,,, plunt
see is the nushton me
There are more answers these days than questions, at least that’s how it seems. And you know something, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. I mean, sure, there are benefits to being able to google it and come up with the answer in seconds flat. But when was the last time you actually had to sit down and thing about something? When was the last time you couldn’t just give up after five minutes… three minutes… a minute… and just go find the answer somewhere else?
“Horatio the Scholar doesn’t have all the answers?” said Hamlet, plopping down on the bench. “Shocking.”
“…Actually, it isn’t.” said Horatio. “I believe it’s a quite famous philosophical conundrum. You see-”
“NO!” Hamlet covered his ears. “You know I hate philosophy!”
all i want from you is an answer to this one, simple question. An honest and complete answer so I can stop torturing myself.
why wasn’t i good enough?
I don’t have them
He’s got them, in spades. I sit across from the table, the small table with the folding legs that we bought at a yard sale when we moved to New Orleans. I’m shouting, which is something I never do. It feels good to shout, to feel indelibly right about a thing, and to know that he’s wrong. And yet, he’s got all these answers.
There are so many answers to so many questions, and that is why we ask all of these questions; to obtain these answers. Many people don’t know how to find answers to some things, and they rely on places such as the internet to give them the answer they are looking for.. Although, they don’t always like the answer they get.
answers to questions i’m not even sure of. how was your day? i can’t even answer that correctly. she talks softly but i’m pretty sure her head is screaming all of those things she didn’t want to believe of you. a bottle of gin and a conversation with your own mind, those are the only answers.
Everyone is always searching for answers. But it doesn’t matter if you don’t ask the right questions. Some people (most?) fail to ask questions at all, yet expect answers anyway. What is the sense in that?
Answers, I have none. There are too many questions and not enough answers. I doubt we will ever find the answer to everything. Until we do, we’ll have to deal with more questions.
If I look I’ll never find it.
I guess I’ll have to wait. How long will it be until we can be honest again?
How long until I get an answer?
I miss you.
And i just want you to be a part of my life.. as you used to be.
I need the answer.
You don’t not know when you’re doing something wrong. Two of them won’t make a right, like three lefts will, and it’s not like you need validation, but sometimes it would just be nice to get those kinds of things. For example: did I need to throw my roommate’s cat in my car and release it on the middle of the interstate just because it shit in my room? No. Probably not. But it certainly felt like I was doing the right thing. But it’s not just animals. It’s people, too. Should I have fucked my girlfriend’s twin sister at my own sister’s wedding just because my girlfriend said that I looked like an idiot in that tie? It’s unlikely. But I’m only human. I can’t always have all the answers.
We are all searching. We want to know, we want to find. We look for answers in everything we do, to who we are, why we are here and what is the point of it all?
Everybody wants answers, but the question is what is the Question? What do you want the answer to. That’s the question.
Answers.
I need a lot of those right now, but no one can give them to me.
They all need “just a little more time…..” “to figure things out……”
The list goes on, really.
I can’t give myself answers, either, which I think is a little more upsetting than anything.