the concept, it is an instrument in which can change the context of a single, action, thought, or phrase. these perceptions is the construct of a single bias, this bias is a return through which subjective thought can be emitted.
a concept is an idea. it’s my favorite thing to write about because you don’t have to consern yourself with the right words, that can come with editing. the idea, reason, concept is really what matters when you’re writing anyway.
A concept is an idea, a thought – anything. You can have a concept of a concept, a conceptual thought about a concept. I don’t really know where the word comes from, but it’s interesting. A noun. Maybe I’m taking this too literally and actually writing about the word, instead of what the word makes me think about. But what the word makes me think about is the word itself. I have a concept of writing and how it should take place, and this isn’t exactly fulfilling that concept. Is concept the noun form of ‘conceive?’ We conceive children and we talk about the date of ‘conception’…does that mean that children and babies are only concepts in our mind? This thing says ‘Time’s up’ but it still let me write.
The concept of life is not at all tricky. My concept is different from yours because I am different from you. The concept of life is not what people tell you, it’s what YOU want of life.
Concept is a really hard word to grasp in the beginning. We all know what a concept is, but the idea of how to explain a concept is such a difficult…concept to grasp. Just another one of those common words that we can’t explain.
Is the freakin word always concept? It doesn’t change? Honestly, right now I have no concept of what to write about but I’m thinking about this word so much that I’m starting to really hate the word concept. Ugh. And I don’t understand what we submit this to at the end… is this supposed to be poetic, because it’s not. Sorry. Maybe if you gave me a word a little better than “concept”.
What is concept, is it what you are thinking, what you are feeling? I have no idea what the concept of what I’m writing is however i know it makes me feel better. Concept a short word that has so many meaning but not everyone can understand what it is.
i think of something and i dont know what it is. i have to grasp something and turn it into a thought, a concept. everyones concept may be different but its what you conceive from that certain idea.
I’ve thought of a million concepts. A million reasons why. Hundreds of ideas. But none of them explain why I can’t stop thinking about you even when you’re 3,000 miles away.
the concept of life, for me, is to let go and enjoy the journey. in life, there is no destination, just the path in till the end. so don’t waste your life looking for something, or ‘happiness’, there’s no such thing. just go with the flow, and pray a lot. don’t get wrapped up in this life, because there is an eternity to come. live like it’s your last day. the concept of life isn’t ‘yolo’. when i say live like there’s no tomorrow, i mean pray, love, enjoy, and leave the world happy and confident.
Concept. It’s a funny thing to think about. Everything starts with one. It’s a key part to the creation and form of anything and everything. However, it’s the hardest thing to come up with. It’s what the world of advertising is looking for in modern day times. It’s my biggest personal challenge.
Concept- I don’t understand the meaning of the word concept. I don’t understand the concept of friendship, i mean true friendship. I feel that nobody truly doe
He is amazing I think sometimes things with us are just in my head. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I hurt. I miss him, I just wish that things were the same with us. I miss him, I miss us, I miss who I was when we were together. I love him, I wish we were dating and I hope I get to wear his jersey the first game. It would be awesome
conceptual glances- forbearance’s forgiveness and the forgotten. What is your concept of love? of humility? Of freedom or democracy? Perhaps the same as another’s concept of tyranny.
The concept was simple. It was actually making myself walk up to him and ask him his name that was difficult. I mean yes, what’s the worst thing that could happen right? He says no, he blows me off. But what if this guys is the love of my life? I have to get it right, don’t I? Maybe I do think too much.
I immediately think about photo class and how this word haunted me. I could never come up with a good concept but always got frustrated that when I saw someone else’s amazing concept that I felt like I could’ve come up with that. Concept is a word I use a lot. I use it wrong honestly. But oh well.
Can I even wrap my head around the idea of you? It’s so out of reach so imaginary, I don’t think I’ll ever really meet you. It’s a little sad, and a little beautiful, like watching a play and knowing everyone dies at the end, but it’s alright because they’re all actors anyway.
concept? What a word I guess. Not one of my favorites, but everything has a concept. thinking has one, art has one, every person has one. so you tell me whats it mean to you? :D
The concept was simple: read everything and anything and, in time, you would become smart. No rules, no guidelines, the only thing that mattered was that your eyes were on the crisp pages and your mind was grasping the old, typed up concepts. For most this was easy, but for some it was harder than others.
The concept of love is one that I don’t think I quite understand. I started a supposedly “loving” relationship too young, and I think it has ruined me from exploring the true concept of love. I feel so lost now. After my first love of 4 years, I’ve found another possible “love”, but he is more afraid than I am… I wish I could make him see that I won’t hurt him like she hurt him… or how my “love” hurt me… Trust, another odd concept that cannot be expressed through words….
conceptually, it is a wonderful and noble plan. being on the ground, working through the gory details of it all, that’s where the true practice begins.
The concept of something is the basis of everything that follows it. That last sentence was my concept sentence. Concept gives us a base to work off of, to develop, to grow into something bigger. I enjoy creating concepts more than I do completing them. Silly I know.
I didn’t quite understand the concept but kept quiet and continued to listen as he dove into different explanations and projections and ideas supporting his concept.
But all I cared about was the way his lips touched and parted as he spoke and imagined them grazing my neck on their way up to my lips.How could one man be so sensual and why did he have to be my boss? Then again the thought submitting under seemed terribly pleasant.
what could be wrong on nights like these when everything feels just as it should the breeze blowing in through the curtains just enough to cool the sweat off my arms my breaths long and deep as i shut my eyes and think of the stars that line the ceiling of the outdoors just above my own and as you there miles and miles away from me close your eyes and think of the same things all i can wonder is why has it taken us so long to meet one another when will i finally know you finally understand what all of my looking has been for. what a concept.
“The concept of a concept is a complicated concept.” The professor’s words hung in the air like lifeless sheets of paper, crumpled up and headed for the trash can.
The very easy and normal concept of blinking and breathing is always annoying to become aware of. Like now, I’m completely aware of both. And how can we just drift off into the naturality of these habits? How do we stay so controlled?
I’ve already written about “concept”. I didn’t really know what to write about this word so I just kind of ranted about how I didn’t even know what concept meant. Actually, it was more of a “What the hell does this all mean anyway? Life has no legit meaning!” Sort of thing. So…yea.
I’m done.
Kind.
Yes.
I don’t have a fucking concept ready for you. Probably because in academia everything is conceptual so nothing becomes reality. And even reality is questioned.
the unexpected eternity of a moment (driving eastward, the direction that puts setting suns into rearviews, and it is before the streetlights come on: in the black distance, there, envisioned, is a gentle coast, one in which I am a child, and my mother is burying me in sand; sculpting a mermaid’s tail) and I know she is existing, far away, with no recollection or connection to that moment, maybe this is how alone feels.
the concept, it is an instrument in which can change the context of a single, action, thought, or phrase. these perceptions is the construct of a single bias, this bias is a return through which subjective thought can be emitted.
a concept is an idea. it’s my favorite thing to write about because you don’t have to consern yourself with the right words, that can come with editing. the idea, reason, concept is really what matters when you’re writing anyway.
A concept is an idea, a thought – anything. You can have a concept of a concept, a conceptual thought about a concept. I don’t really know where the word comes from, but it’s interesting. A noun. Maybe I’m taking this too literally and actually writing about the word, instead of what the word makes me think about. But what the word makes me think about is the word itself. I have a concept of writing and how it should take place, and this isn’t exactly fulfilling that concept. Is concept the noun form of ‘conceive?’ We conceive children and we talk about the date of ‘conception’…does that mean that children and babies are only concepts in our mind? This thing says ‘Time’s up’ but it still let me write.
Create a new concept
What a fascinating idea
A new way to think about something
A new way to see
A new way to love
A new way to live
Concept. Understanding. Getting…it. I finally grasped it, this idea, this beautiful, glorious idea. I knew how to take over the world.
The concept of the plan was to get a kiss.
We both wanted one.
We planned a time to meet.
To share a kiss.
It ended with more deaths than kisses.
The concept of life is not at all tricky. My concept is different from yours because I am different from you. The concept of life is not what people tell you, it’s what YOU want of life.
Concept is a really hard word to grasp in the beginning. We all know what a concept is, but the idea of how to explain a concept is such a difficult…concept to grasp. Just another one of those common words that we can’t explain.
Is the freakin word always concept? It doesn’t change? Honestly, right now I have no concept of what to write about but I’m thinking about this word so much that I’m starting to really hate the word concept. Ugh. And I don’t understand what we submit this to at the end… is this supposed to be poetic, because it’s not. Sorry. Maybe if you gave me a word a little better than “concept”.
books
newspapers
reading
writing
understanding
listening
conversating
What is concept, is it what you are thinking, what you are feeling? I have no idea what the concept of what I’m writing is however i know it makes me feel better. Concept a short word that has so many meaning but not everyone can understand what it is.
i think of something and i dont know what it is. i have to grasp something and turn it into a thought, a concept. everyones concept may be different but its what you conceive from that certain idea.
Concept is the idea of how things work. Its a plan that is accepted by most people.
I’ve thought of a million concepts. A million reasons why. Hundreds of ideas. But none of them explain why I can’t stop thinking about you even when you’re 3,000 miles away.
the concept of life, for me, is to let go and enjoy the journey. in life, there is no destination, just the path in till the end. so don’t waste your life looking for something, or ‘happiness’, there’s no such thing. just go with the flow, and pray a lot. don’t get wrapped up in this life, because there is an eternity to come. live like it’s your last day. the concept of life isn’t ‘yolo’. when i say live like there’s no tomorrow, i mean pray, love, enjoy, and leave the world happy and confident.
Concept. It’s a funny thing to think about. Everything starts with one. It’s a key part to the creation and form of anything and everything. However, it’s the hardest thing to come up with. It’s what the world of advertising is looking for in modern day times. It’s my biggest personal challenge.
the concept of loss
is a heavy one
it weighs on the mind
and troubles the spirit
the concept of love
is a happy one
it creates new worlds
in which we co-habit
the concept of love with loss
is a crazy one
it takes my sanity
even if it lasts only for a minute
Concept- I don’t understand the meaning of the word concept. I don’t understand the concept of friendship, i mean true friendship. I feel that nobody truly doe
He is amazing I think sometimes things with us are just in my head. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I hurt. I miss him, I just wish that things were the same with us. I miss him, I miss us, I miss who I was when we were together. I love him, I wish we were dating and I hope I get to wear his jersey the first game. It would be awesome
conceptual glances- forbearance’s forgiveness and the forgotten. What is your concept of love? of humility? Of freedom or democracy? Perhaps the same as another’s concept of tyranny.
The concept was simple. It was actually making myself walk up to him and ask him his name that was difficult. I mean yes, what’s the worst thing that could happen right? He says no, he blows me off. But what if this guys is the love of my life? I have to get it right, don’t I? Maybe I do think too much.
I immediately think about photo class and how this word haunted me. I could never come up with a good concept but always got frustrated that when I saw someone else’s amazing concept that I felt like I could’ve come up with that. Concept is a word I use a lot. I use it wrong honestly. But oh well.
Can I even wrap my head around the idea of you? It’s so out of reach so imaginary, I don’t think I’ll ever really meet you. It’s a little sad, and a little beautiful, like watching a play and knowing everyone dies at the end, but it’s alright because they’re all actors anyway.
concept? What a word I guess. Not one of my favorites, but everything has a concept. thinking has one, art has one, every person has one. so you tell me whats it mean to you? :D
The concept was simple: read everything and anything and, in time, you would become smart. No rules, no guidelines, the only thing that mattered was that your eyes were on the crisp pages and your mind was grasping the old, typed up concepts. For most this was easy, but for some it was harder than others.
c
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n
c
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p
t.
the ideas, and meaning of anything and everything.
Also, a type of physics.
she forgot all the concept about him when she saw him that crazy night in the lonely streets.
The concept of love is one that I don’t think I quite understand. I started a supposedly “loving” relationship too young, and I think it has ruined me from exploring the true concept of love. I feel so lost now. After my first love of 4 years, I’ve found another possible “love”, but he is more afraid than I am… I wish I could make him see that I won’t hurt him like she hurt him… or how my “love” hurt me… Trust, another odd concept that cannot be expressed through words….
conceptually, it is a wonderful and noble plan. being on the ground, working through the gory details of it all, that’s where the true practice begins.
The concept of something is the basis of everything that follows it. That last sentence was my concept sentence. Concept gives us a base to work off of, to develop, to grow into something bigger. I enjoy creating concepts more than I do completing them. Silly I know.
I didn’t quite understand the concept but kept quiet and continued to listen as he dove into different explanations and projections and ideas supporting his concept.
But all I cared about was the way his lips touched and parted as he spoke and imagined them grazing my neck on their way up to my lips.How could one man be so sensual and why did he have to be my boss? Then again the thought submitting under seemed terribly pleasant.
.
The concept of a period, is adorable. And somtimes bloody.
what could be wrong on nights like these when everything feels just as it should the breeze blowing in through the curtains just enough to cool the sweat off my arms my breaths long and deep as i shut my eyes and think of the stars that line the ceiling of the outdoors just above my own and as you there miles and miles away from me close your eyes and think of the same things all i can wonder is why has it taken us so long to meet one another when will i finally know you finally understand what all of my looking has been for. what a concept.
“The concept of a concept is a complicated concept.” The professor’s words hung in the air like lifeless sheets of paper, crumpled up and headed for the trash can.
Oh, I see what you’re doing. I didn’t want to write about “concept” so I refreshed and you gave me the same word. Very clever “onewordtm”.
The very easy and normal concept of blinking and breathing is always annoying to become aware of. Like now, I’m completely aware of both. And how can we just drift off into the naturality of these habits? How do we stay so controlled?
I’ve already written about “concept”. I didn’t really know what to write about this word so I just kind of ranted about how I didn’t even know what concept meant. Actually, it was more of a “What the hell does this all mean anyway? Life has no legit meaning!” Sort of thing. So…yea.
I’m done.
Kind.
Yes.
I don’t have a fucking concept ready for you. Probably because in academia everything is conceptual so nothing becomes reality. And even reality is questioned.
She closed her eyes and toyed with the concept. Life in another country: a new home, a new husband and a new persona. It had its advantages.
the unexpected eternity of a moment (driving eastward, the direction that puts setting suns into rearviews, and it is before the streetlights come on: in the black distance, there, envisioned, is a gentle coast, one in which I am a child, and my mother is burying me in sand; sculpting a mermaid’s tail) and I know she is existing, far away, with no recollection or connection to that moment, maybe this is how alone feels.