I’ve always wondered how people have different thinking on concepts.. different views, perspectives.. everybody has different thoughts and ways of doing things. If we all did things the same way, the world would be a boring, bland place to live. Think variety.
Color. A colourful world is a wonderful place to live in. Nobody really thinks about how colorless a world would be without mixed thoughts.. places to be, people to see…
Well… It says one word! I like words! And the number 1! How are you doing! Good? Good. word. That is cool! This is cool! I like this website. Its fun. What’s up? I don’t know the reason of this! Hello! I got two minutes. Cause I was done and I went back and I got more! Fun. I like this! Superman! Hello
Some people have no concept of falling off a cliff. We are headed in that direction, but they reuse to see. They also have no concept of saying no to themselves. They want to have everything, “now.”
The concept of anything is reall y dependent on where your moral compass is found. Concepts are not arbitrary, they are not impulsive. They are well thought out ideas, not generalizations.
i have a concept. i don’t like the things going on in the world. all the strikes and conflicts. how about everyone just leave everything and think for a second before doing anything. can we come up with a concept that everyone can agree on? how about eliminating all desires?
It’s the concept of concepts that makes my head spin. How do we derive the meaning of anything from nothing? The concept of weight loss and space travel were born from the minds of men smarter than I, yet we all had the same concept of the human spirit at birth: Purity.
Some people, when dealing with problems, only know the concept and not the method. To solve a question correctly, the right concept must be used along with the right method.
The concept isnt clear. This fashion has no centre, no point, the message seems to be whatever causes pain works. It is certainly not “tough little rich girl”, more like “pitiful waif with chains” or “drowned cat with claws”. Why would anyone want to wear these skimpy torn clothes? You see people stop, stare, shiver and quickly walk away from the bundle of rags.
Go, the signal. The Olympics, the start of every race, every competition, every battle. The attack of thousands of battalions a leader signals. The start, the command.
The jewel of art. Find romance and stuff. Don’t forget the donkey! Take the trash out today and shit. Walk this way after school and don’t forget my name. Change the world. Make it yours. Wanna walk to get food? I bet you do SAAAAN! Take me out and have a good life.
The motivation is there. The words are lying just beneath the skin, resting above veins like so much subdermal fat. Tearing it open and screaming it to the skies with dull blades and toothpicks is the only way to get it out and to heal.
it starts to take form in the students mind in shades of gray. The blurry lines form a semblance of what the tutor is telling them but the idea doesn’t filter threw concretely. Finally the tutor would give up and ripe open his chest and pull out his heart. “This is the is how the Aortic pump works!”
The silence that fell on the class was complete. Then one student in the back and tumbled down the stairs.
The tutor realizing his mistake dived head first out of the window and hit the ground running.
His perfect lips were pulled back in a sneer. “All I ask for,” he started in his deadpan tone of voice. Why a man as handsome as he had a cold voice like that I will never understand; surely he must have known that a little kind behavior to match his looks would have gotten him more respect? Still, he continued, and I found myself bristling at his words. “…is a little silence. Is that too difficult a concept for you to understand?”
It was just the concept of the thing. We hadn’t fought physically since we were little girls, so why was I so afraid? I screeched like a banshee and thrashed about like a captured wild animal. I climbed on top of the roof and tried to fly away. Maybe what scared me was the memories of other fights, with other sisters, ones with sharp knives and even sharper tongues. “Trauma,” he said, but I don’t feel traumatized. I just feel trapped. No where to go, even though that sharp sister is gone.
I have no idea. No. I have an idea. A vague idea. I stare at my hands. At the empty page. It forms inside my head, stretches out slowly like a young oak. And suddenly, the oak’s leaves turn green. I know what I’m going to write.
Concept. What is a concept? An idea? A thought? A theme? Whatever it is i think i like it. Concept artists always impress me, and when one is given a “concept” for something, it points in a certain direction to think, which is good.
what a concept; “adults get school holidays and kids to go to work”. The world would be a happier place if children had a hand in making key decisions affecting our lives and our world.
Concept. The concept of illusion. It fools us all. Illusion. What is it anyway? What’s a concept. What does that mean? Where are we anyway? Is this reality or are we still in the womb.
I hate how people do not agree on a concept and argue about a theme anyway. Like they have different concepts of justice but do not argue about justice, just about a case without making a description first
Ideas originality thinking new creative talk about it engage the world thoughtful inciteful out of the box what is my concept how do you find a concept is the concept bigger than you
Th concept was simple. Tears blurred behind my eyes. Why couldn’t I get it? I was the one known for quick thinking, the grasping of new information my specialty. But now, I just didn’t understand, and I didn’t know why. It scared me.
why is it so hard to come up with a concept for a new idea. just the concept of being creative can be hard for others so how hard it must be to understand the concept of concepts to be creative with that concept
The concept made her want to scream. He was leaving her and all she could say was sorry. Sorry…sorry…sorry. But when it comes down to the last seconds of their happiness, maybe she didn’t want to be sorry anymore…
He couldn’t understand it.
Spike could catch balls with his mouth, he understood that. His dog Spike could eat a whole steak in five minutes, he understood that.
Spike even dreamed. Tim knew that.
But now Spike was six feet under the backyard.
He would never grasp the concept.
The concept of time lies beyond the mind and into the soul of eternity. Only concept allows us to perceive the world as we will. and concept is what sets all apart from each other. The concept of eternity is beyond the even the most basic comprehension.
concepts are at the forefront of all that makes human innovation possible. concepts are more than ideas, they are sketches of premonitions that can in turn be used to create. To create is to be human, and concepts conceptualize what it means to be a living, thinking thing.
He couldn’t understand it.
He would never grasp the concept.
How Mrs. Prim could drop all of her groceries out of her old hands and have no one help her pick it up. How Ted down the street had to get two school lunches (which tasted awful) because he didn’t have food at home.
He didn’t understand why selfish little Marcy would always have a warm bed and clothes on her back while Ted and Mrs. Prim and all the others would go through life without either.
You know, a lot of people say they don’t need anyone’s approval. I think they lie. I think you can’t just tell someone to love themselves if they already don’t, because what’s there to love?
They need someone else to tell them what they like about them, someone to tell them why they think they’re special.
I think everyone looks for approval in a way.
People don’t exactly understand the concept of sensible discourse. It’s like watching a group of angry, fat, mustached men snorting and huffing over cigars and brandy in an early 1900s style, farcical resemblance of a boardroom. You mention anything remotely contrary to a previous statement, and they take it as an attack of those ideas. Because that’s most unorthodox, isn’t it? And soundly you feel like you’re surrounded by large-bellied, suit-wearing walruses, barking and sneezing and calling you a communist when all you’ve asked for is some respect for being a struggling teacher.
concept of life, what really is over what we choose thinking in the future, what we are or think we are because of the previous thought of what is something at fist sight but no one know, know one will.
Concept leads to planning. Reasoning. There’s always a concept behind things, or so I think as of this moment. There’s a process, and it’s a never ending plan through life.
In the need of expression and the value of our lifestyle; in which is need to provide the the candidate that have the concerns of our country; instead of all the country problem and issues that end up to war.. We end up losing out with our families and love one MAKING THEM KILLERS OF ( PT STD)!!!
conceptually, it was a great design. Smooth, flowing, flawless, curved like ocean waves, the building seemed to whip in the wind like a flag of stone. Practically, there was a lot of wasted space on the inside where desks, shelves, telephones, beds, and refrigerators simply did not fit against the wall. Conceptually, he was a great guy: gave to charities, worked with the homeless, brought his wife flowers once a week. Practically, he was on his way to hell.
I’ve always wondered how people have different thinking on concepts.. different views, perspectives.. everybody has different thoughts and ways of doing things. If we all did things the same way, the world would be a boring, bland place to live. Think variety.
Color. A colourful world is a wonderful place to live in. Nobody really thinks about how colorless a world would be without mixed thoughts.. places to be, people to see…
By Shayn B on 08.12.2012
Well… It says one word! I like words! And the number 1! How are you doing! Good? Good. word. That is cool! This is cool! I like this website. Its fun. What’s up? I don’t know the reason of this! Hello! I got two minutes. Cause I was done and I went back and I got more! Fun. I like this! Superman! Hello
By Person URL on 08.12.2012
Some people have no concept of falling off a cliff. We are headed in that direction, but they reuse to see. They also have no concept of saying no to themselves. They want to have everything, “now.”
By Sheila URL on 08.12.2012
The concept of anything is reall y dependent on where your moral compass is found. Concepts are not arbitrary, they are not impulsive. They are well thought out ideas, not generalizations.
By Tina Diss on 08.12.2012
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By Angie Janssen on 08.12.2012
i have a concept. i don’t like the things going on in the world. all the strikes and conflicts. how about everyone just leave everything and think for a second before doing anything. can we come up with a concept that everyone can agree on? how about eliminating all desires?
By saroj on 08.12.2012
It’s the concept of concepts that makes my head spin. How do we derive the meaning of anything from nothing? The concept of weight loss and space travel were born from the minds of men smarter than I, yet we all had the same concept of the human spirit at birth: Purity.
By JPHuber URL on 08.12.2012
Some people, when dealing with problems, only know the concept and not the method. To solve a question correctly, the right concept must be used along with the right method.
By Lonely Markus Lim URL on 08.12.2012
The concept isnt clear. This fashion has no centre, no point, the message seems to be whatever causes pain works. It is certainly not “tough little rich girl”, more like “pitiful waif with chains” or “drowned cat with claws”. Why would anyone want to wear these skimpy torn clothes? You see people stop, stare, shiver and quickly walk away from the bundle of rags.
By Meredyth URL on 08.12.2012
Go, the signal. The Olympics, the start of every race, every competition, every battle. The attack of thousands of battalions a leader signals. The start, the command.
By Dorathy URL on 08.12.2012
An idea with possibilities
By Terri on 08.12.2012
The jewel of art. Find romance and stuff. Don’t forget the donkey! Take the trash out today and shit. Walk this way after school and don’t forget my name. Change the world. Make it yours. Wanna walk to get food? I bet you do SAAAAN! Take me out and have a good life.
By Sundry on 08.12.2012
The motivation is there. The words are lying just beneath the skin, resting above veins like so much subdermal fat. Tearing it open and screaming it to the skies with dull blades and toothpicks is the only way to get it out and to heal.
By Annie URL on 08.12.2012
it starts to take form in the students mind in shades of gray. The blurry lines form a semblance of what the tutor is telling them but the idea doesn’t filter threw concretely. Finally the tutor would give up and ripe open his chest and pull out his heart. “This is the is how the Aortic pump works!”
The silence that fell on the class was complete. Then one student in the back and tumbled down the stairs.
The tutor realizing his mistake dived head first out of the window and hit the ground running.
By River Ranter URL on 08.12.2012
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By spooonq on 08.12.2012
His perfect lips were pulled back in a sneer. “All I ask for,” he started in his deadpan tone of voice. Why a man as handsome as he had a cold voice like that I will never understand; surely he must have known that a little kind behavior to match his looks would have gotten him more respect? Still, he continued, and I found myself bristling at his words. “…is a little silence. Is that too difficult a concept for you to understand?”
By WearyWater URL on 08.12.2012
It was just the concept of the thing. We hadn’t fought physically since we were little girls, so why was I so afraid? I screeched like a banshee and thrashed about like a captured wild animal. I climbed on top of the roof and tried to fly away. Maybe what scared me was the memories of other fights, with other sisters, ones with sharp knives and even sharper tongues. “Trauma,” he said, but I don’t feel traumatized. I just feel trapped. No where to go, even though that sharp sister is gone.
By cosmic URL on 08.12.2012
I have no idea. No. I have an idea. A vague idea. I stare at my hands. At the empty page. It forms inside my head, stretches out slowly like a young oak. And suddenly, the oak’s leaves turn green. I know what I’m going to write.
By Kim URL on 08.12.2012
Concept. What is a concept? An idea? A thought? A theme? Whatever it is i think i like it. Concept artists always impress me, and when one is given a “concept” for something, it points in a certain direction to think, which is good.
By Tyler Eide on 08.12.2012
what a concept; “adults get school holidays and kids to go to work”. The world would be a happier place if children had a hand in making key decisions affecting our lives and our world.
By John on 08.12.2012
Concept. The concept of illusion. It fools us all. Illusion. What is it anyway? What’s a concept. What does that mean? Where are we anyway? Is this reality or are we still in the womb.
By Emersa Sinclair on 08.12.2012
I hate how people do not agree on a concept and argue about a theme anyway. Like they have different concepts of justice but do not argue about justice, just about a case without making a description first
By Soraka on 08.12.2012
An idea, the struggle for creativity and the search for truth.
By Whitney on 08.12.2012
Ideas originality thinking new creative talk about it engage the world thoughtful inciteful out of the box what is my concept how do you find a concept is the concept bigger than you
By Donna URL on 08.12.2012
an idea, a thought……….can be learned, is a category that includes many topics……something to learn, to remember
By amy on 08.12.2012
concept
idea
a vague focus on a topic
general understanding
if you don’t get the concept in math class, you are pretty much screwed.
By Elise URL on 08.12.2012
Th concept was simple. Tears blurred behind my eyes. Why couldn’t I get it? I was the one known for quick thinking, the grasping of new information my specialty. But now, I just didn’t understand, and I didn’t know why. It scared me.
By jo on 08.12.2012
why is it so hard to come up with a concept for a new idea. just the concept of being creative can be hard for others so how hard it must be to understand the concept of concepts to be creative with that concept
By Marina Royston on 08.12.2012
The concept made her want to scream. He was leaving her and all she could say was sorry. Sorry…sorry…sorry. But when it comes down to the last seconds of their happiness, maybe she didn’t want to be sorry anymore…
By Katherine URL on 08.12.2012
He couldn’t understand it.
Spike could catch balls with his mouth, he understood that. His dog Spike could eat a whole steak in five minutes, he understood that.
Spike even dreamed. Tim knew that.
But now Spike was six feet under the backyard.
He would never grasp the concept.
By Gabriel on 08.12.2012
The concept of time lies beyond the mind and into the soul of eternity. Only concept allows us to perceive the world as we will. and concept is what sets all apart from each other. The concept of eternity is beyond the even the most basic comprehension.
By graw-_@ on 08.12.2012
concepts are at the forefront of all that makes human innovation possible. concepts are more than ideas, they are sketches of premonitions that can in turn be used to create. To create is to be human, and concepts conceptualize what it means to be a living, thinking thing.
By john goodwin on 08.12.2012
He couldn’t understand it.
He would never grasp the concept.
How Mrs. Prim could drop all of her groceries out of her old hands and have no one help her pick it up. How Ted down the street had to get two school lunches (which tasted awful) because he didn’t have food at home.
He didn’t understand why selfish little Marcy would always have a warm bed and clothes on her back while Ted and Mrs. Prim and all the others would go through life without either.
By Gabriel URL on 08.12.2012
You know, a lot of people say they don’t need anyone’s approval. I think they lie. I think you can’t just tell someone to love themselves if they already don’t, because what’s there to love?
They need someone else to tell them what they like about them, someone to tell them why they think they’re special.
I think everyone looks for approval in a way.
By Gabriel URL on 08.12.2012
People don’t exactly understand the concept of sensible discourse. It’s like watching a group of angry, fat, mustached men snorting and huffing over cigars and brandy in an early 1900s style, farcical resemblance of a boardroom. You mention anything remotely contrary to a previous statement, and they take it as an attack of those ideas. Because that’s most unorthodox, isn’t it? And soundly you feel like you’re surrounded by large-bellied, suit-wearing walruses, barking and sneezing and calling you a communist when all you’ve asked for is some respect for being a struggling teacher.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 08.12.2012
concept of life, what really is over what we choose thinking in the future, what we are or think we are because of the previous thought of what is something at fist sight but no one know, know one will.
By mael on 08.12.2012
The concept was simple. From here to Rome in as little time as possible. Cars, planes, bikes, helicopters, feet. Whatever it took.
She needed those kidneys or two small boys would lie dead in the hospital. He could make it, he knew he could. But not if they had it their way…
By Dean Praetorius URL on 08.12.2012
Concept leads to planning. Reasoning. There’s always a concept behind things, or so I think as of this moment. There’s a process, and it’s a never ending plan through life.
By Flora on 08.12.2012
In the need of expression and the value of our lifestyle; in which is need to provide the the candidate that have the concerns of our country; instead of all the country problem and issues that end up to war.. We end up losing out with our families and love one MAKING THEM KILLERS OF ( PT STD)!!!
By Cheryl on 08.12.2012
conceptually, it was a great design. Smooth, flowing, flawless, curved like ocean waves, the building seemed to whip in the wind like a flag of stone. Practically, there was a lot of wasted space on the inside where desks, shelves, telephones, beds, and refrigerators simply did not fit against the wall. Conceptually, he was a great guy: gave to charities, worked with the homeless, brought his wife flowers once a week. Practically, he was on his way to hell.
By Hildegard URL on 08.12.2012