It is the greatest feeling in the world to be known. To be understood. To be able to say something, or not even have to say something, and for the other person to just understand. Completely. But this phenomenon is also one of the scariest feelings. Because once you are known, you can’t take it back. You can’t become un-known.
Who knows what might have happened if he hadn’t answered the call that night. If he had been in the shower, went out and forgot his phone. If it rang earlier or later, if he was driving, or working. If he’d missed that call would he still be here? If the two events; call and answer hadn’t crossed, hadn’t had interaction things might be different. But maybe it would have happened another time. Maybe the universe has it all planned anyway and we can’t fight it. We can try, but we’ll lose every time. The universe called, and he answered. That’s the way it was supposed to be, and so it was, forever.
He knows. The entire I was watching him, I couldn’t see he was watching me. I know this now, but I have to figure out what I should do about this. I can not wait any longer I have to take action, before he does.
This man I knew knows seventy three people from the town of Woodbury, Connecticut. I don’t know how he knows so many people, but it’s pretty fucking crazy to me. I don’t know, this whole thing about writing about the word knows is really silly in my opinion, but I feel like there is some deeper meaning.
Five years ago he let her go to leave and see the world. It seems like yesterday. Others have come and gone from his mind, but she quietly rests in the backroom. He left a diamond in the sand for another to find, now all he can do is mine for a similar kind. It doesn’t do him any good to regret, but he knows. He knows.
All the people in the store had drifted out of site by the time we were beginning to close up. “What is the point of all this crap?” Johnny said to his co-worker. “You know you sure do ask a lot of questions that don’t seem to have answers. Why don’t you go talk to that man out there in the dress, I think you two might just get along.”
There is no word that haunts me more than this word. Because I know what to do, but I don’t do it. I read once, “to know and not to do, is not to know” well this quote definitely applies to my life.
everyone knows something. whether it’s about love, mechanics, computers, dogs, religion, people – everyone knows something. it is impossible for anyone to leave this life without a bit, even if it’s a tiny bit, of something. I know very little, but at least, i know i know something. And that’s something.
He knows I’m his. He has known since any of us remembers. We were five back then. We had nothing but ourselves, and we swore we would always have one another if anything bad happened.
how can we know anything
i remember learning the words to do with knowing and the different ways of learning
by experience
by fact
dividing philosophical debate when really i guess its a great melange of the sensual
no one knows were we are or who we are. all we know is that we have amviton for something. no one knows what excacly but we know its something and everyone has a something.
He knows that something’s up. The way I’ve been avoiding eye contact, the way that I hold my hands close to me. I know that he wants me to let him in, that he wants me to tell him about my past… but I can’t. I can’t tell him about what happened that night in the cabin. I don’t know that I’ll ever tell him.
I know. Do you know what I know? I know that I know what I know. But I don’t know if you know what I know I know. Do you know? Now I know know is know, but it looks funny after saying it so much.
Nobody knows. Maybe I know, but I don’t know. I am nothing, nobody. But nobody knows, that’s whay I say that maybe I know something ’cause I’m something, somebody.
Everybody knows something they are unaware of. When it filters in and goes out. Flowing through a sponge in our head. Swirling. Some glitters like the waters of true knowledge.
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest places if you look at it right
-The Grateful Dead
He knows, I know. We both know. That it’s ending. That what was there before is long gone. That things will never be the same ever again. He’s gone. I’m gone.
Who knows what’s going to happen in the near and distant future? Not a single person, because God had not granted humans with the gift of foresight. The future is blank, like the empty pages of a book before you begin writing.
Who knows anything? What does it mean to know? Does it mean you have to be aware of all the facts about something? What about knowledge on a primal level? Nobody will ever know everything about something but there will be plenty of people who know nothing about something, yet pretend more than they already know. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge educates people. Would you rather know and be sad or not know and be happy?
oh wait is this the only weird that i get. knows? i don’t know anything. maybe the word will change if i get an account on this. that blue bar counting the time at the bottom is distracting.
who knows anything
we all knew the world was going to end but it most definitely didn’t
although i guess we knew it wouldn’t.
we all know things will work out
but they don’t always, do they?
we all know kids are cute
but some… aren’t.
who really knows how everything works
maybe we’ll never know
and maybe it’ll never work out
and maybe what i know isn’t what you know and maybe what she knows isn’t what he knows
but all i know in my heart is soul is that…
i love you.
do you know that i love you?
do you know that i sit awake at night thinking about what you’re doing?
is that weird?
maybe my love isn’t your love
maybe none of us will never know what true fairy tale love is.
everybody knows things, knowledge is the foundation of life. of course, everybody thinks that they know much more than they actually do. this seems to be the nature of humans – knowledge is what impresses us most, and is what we strive to attain all our lives. you can never have enough of it – everybody knows that.
Oh boy! I once knew a man who knew everything that he knew. That’s really the important part. You don’t have to know everything, you just have to know all that you know. I would really consider making a list using a good crayon of everything you know. Then hitting that list with a big iron iron. The old woodstove kind. Then take that list and put it in the window in your attic.
who knows anything at all. surely everything you know was taught to you by some one else who had it taught to them by someone before. maybe they made it up as a trick and now everyone on the planet believes this big prank and that original cheeky person is sitting up there somewhere laughing every time it gets taught in a lesson or printed in a book.
I know that nobody knows what they’ve known. Illustrations and illusions, mirages disguised as delusions reappearing as infusions and incarceration. Four walls padded privacy stalled for the maddened saddened by the lost of sanity in humanity. It’s been a long time coming but I know a change is going to come.
My dad knows a lot. Seems like he knows every historical fact about our town, knows all the family history of everyone in a 7 mile radius…he’s a living history book, and baseball stats book, and political book…I really respect him for that. How will I ever retain all this information when he’s gone?
WHo knows. God? Not at all. There is no plan, no set ways. There is only now, and the desisions that come with it. I know enough. I know. I know what I need to do, I know what I want to do and I KNOW nothing more. You? I do not know what you know. I don’t. I do know that I don;t know, but can that really be called KNOWING? OF course it does. Therefore, If nknowing nothing IS KNOWING, WELL THEN, I KNOW EVERYTHING.
they say no one knows
why we’re here
everybody’s got their own ideas
but no one knows
so they say
maybe some do but they choose not to say
because that would just spoil the surprise
& end the debate
No one knows. No one knows what I’ve done, what I’ve been through. No one knows who I am, who I’ve hated, who I’ve loved. I’m the shadow cast by something sparkling and beautiful . They see it. They understand it. They think they understand me, but no one knows me.
He knows. He knows how much I still love him. Both of them do. But I can’t let him go. I don’t care if he thinks I deserve better. I don’t care that he wants me to hate him. I love him, and we all know it. There’s nothing I can do about it. And I don’t want to do anything about it. And he knows that. He knows how I feel.
She stared at the brown eyes of the old man, challenging the ageless wrinkles that framed them. They shifted into something she didn’t really understand, they shifted to recognition.
“You said it was Lucy Smith, eh?” he smiled and shook my hand, “Mr. Barry Lindar, at your service.” There was an awkward silence that followed, as the green eyed boy just stared at her with wide, but skeptical eyes.
the old man nudged him.
“Oh, uh, Jameson Leonards,” he ran and a hand through his coal black hair, not reaching for hers.Mr. Lindar gave Jameson a look, before smiling once more at me.
“James, I need to talk to you for a moment. Lucy, if you will be a dear, please start cleaning up a bit.” They dissapeared into the back room, leaving Lucy alone.
Nobody knows who I am. A stranger to many of them. A friend, maybe? No.
Nobody knows why I am here. A mission? Does the destiny has something for me?
Who knows?
Not me, not you.
Only God.
Not everyone knows why. We are all very confused. Do we not all go through life unknowing? I believe so. I wake up day to day, not knowing why I am waking up, feeling so small, so insignificant. Maybe one day I will know, but right now I just don’t.
she can hear them coming before they’re hear. sixth sense, dog ears. whatever it is, she just knows. it’s nice to have warning. door bell without a button. but at 3am it’s hella annoying when they’re just passing by and i work in 3 hours. then it’s best if she’s deaf.
“He knows.” she whispered into his ear. They’d been hiding for a long time, and their fears had finally surfaced. Surfaced into a terrible stomachache, as it turned out. The car ride was full of queasiness.
It is the greatest feeling in the world to be known. To be understood. To be able to say something, or not even have to say something, and for the other person to just understand. Completely. But this phenomenon is also one of the scariest feelings. Because once you are known, you can’t take it back. You can’t become un-known.
Who knows what might have happened if he hadn’t answered the call that night. If he had been in the shower, went out and forgot his phone. If it rang earlier or later, if he was driving, or working. If he’d missed that call would he still be here? If the two events; call and answer hadn’t crossed, hadn’t had interaction things might be different. But maybe it would have happened another time. Maybe the universe has it all planned anyway and we can’t fight it. We can try, but we’ll lose every time. The universe called, and he answered. That’s the way it was supposed to be, and so it was, forever.
God knows everything. The nerd knows everything. I don’t know much of anything. but who really knows? I don’t know.
He knows. The entire I was watching him, I couldn’t see he was watching me. I know this now, but I have to figure out what I should do about this. I can not wait any longer I have to take action, before he does.
This man I knew knows seventy three people from the town of Woodbury, Connecticut. I don’t know how he knows so many people, but it’s pretty fucking crazy to me. I don’t know, this whole thing about writing about the word knows is really silly in my opinion, but I feel like there is some deeper meaning.
Everybody knows everything but not all is the truth.
Five years ago he let her go to leave and see the world. It seems like yesterday. Others have come and gone from his mind, but she quietly rests in the backroom. He left a diamond in the sand for another to find, now all he can do is mine for a similar kind. It doesn’t do him any good to regret, but he knows. He knows.
All the people in the store had drifted out of site by the time we were beginning to close up. “What is the point of all this crap?” Johnny said to his co-worker. “You know you sure do ask a lot of questions that don’t seem to have answers. Why don’t you go talk to that man out there in the dress, I think you two might just get along.”
There is no word that haunts me more than this word. Because I know what to do, but I don’t do it. I read once, “to know and not to do, is not to know” well this quote definitely applies to my life.
everyone knows something. whether it’s about love, mechanics, computers, dogs, religion, people – everyone knows something. it is impossible for anyone to leave this life without a bit, even if it’s a tiny bit, of something. I know very little, but at least, i know i know something. And that’s something.
He knows I’m his. He has known since any of us remembers. We were five back then. We had nothing but ourselves, and we swore we would always have one another if anything bad happened.
how can we know anything
i remember learning the words to do with knowing and the different ways of learning
by experience
by fact
dividing philosophical debate when really i guess its a great melange of the sensual
no one knows were we are or who we are. all we know is that we have amviton for something. no one knows what excacly but we know its something and everyone has a something.
He knows that something’s up. The way I’ve been avoiding eye contact, the way that I hold my hands close to me. I know that he wants me to let him in, that he wants me to tell him about my past… but I can’t. I can’t tell him about what happened that night in the cabin. I don’t know that I’ll ever tell him.
I know. Do you know what I know? I know that I know what I know. But I don’t know if you know what I know I know. Do you know? Now I know know is know, but it looks funny after saying it so much.
who knows
knowledge is power, but knowing is difficult. To know is to see and to see you need to know what you’re looking for.
She knows it all yet she didn’t me I can’t believe it doesn’t she trust me?
Nobody knows. Maybe I know, but I don’t know. I am nothing, nobody. But nobody knows, that’s whay I say that maybe I know something ’cause I’m something, somebody.
Everybody knows something they are unaware of. When it filters in and goes out. Flowing through a sponge in our head. Swirling. Some glitters like the waters of true knowledge.
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest places if you look at it right
-The Grateful Dead
He knows, I know. We both know. That it’s ending. That what was there before is long gone. That things will never be the same ever again. He’s gone. I’m gone.
Who knows what’s going to happen in the near and distant future? Not a single person, because God had not granted humans with the gift of foresight. The future is blank, like the empty pages of a book before you begin writing.
He knows. She knows. We all know. But do they know? Why don’t they? And if they do, why?
She knows. She knows, she knows, she knows. Rhinocerous. She nose, she nose, she nose.
Who knows anything? What does it mean to know? Does it mean you have to be aware of all the facts about something? What about knowledge on a primal level? Nobody will ever know everything about something but there will be plenty of people who know nothing about something, yet pretend more than they already know. Ignorance is bliss. Knowledge educates people. Would you rather know and be sad or not know and be happy?
oh wait is this the only weird that i get. knows? i don’t know anything. maybe the word will change if i get an account on this. that blue bar counting the time at the bottom is distracting.
who knows anything
we all knew the world was going to end but it most definitely didn’t
although i guess we knew it wouldn’t.
we all know things will work out
but they don’t always, do they?
we all know kids are cute
but some… aren’t.
who really knows how everything works
maybe we’ll never know
and maybe it’ll never work out
and maybe what i know isn’t what you know and maybe what she knows isn’t what he knows
but all i know in my heart is soul is that…
i love you.
do you know that i love you?
do you know that i sit awake at night thinking about what you’re doing?
is that weird?
maybe my love isn’t your love
maybe none of us will never know what true fairy tale love is.
everybody knows things, knowledge is the foundation of life. of course, everybody thinks that they know much more than they actually do. this seems to be the nature of humans – knowledge is what impresses us most, and is what we strive to attain all our lives. you can never have enough of it – everybody knows that.
Oh boy! I once knew a man who knew everything that he knew. That’s really the important part. You don’t have to know everything, you just have to know all that you know. I would really consider making a list using a good crayon of everything you know. Then hitting that list with a big iron iron. The old woodstove kind. Then take that list and put it in the window in your attic.
who knows anything at all. surely everything you know was taught to you by some one else who had it taught to them by someone before. maybe they made it up as a trick and now everyone on the planet believes this big prank and that original cheeky person is sitting up there somewhere laughing every time it gets taught in a lesson or printed in a book.
I know that nobody knows what they’ve known. Illustrations and illusions, mirages disguised as delusions reappearing as infusions and incarceration. Four walls padded privacy stalled for the maddened saddened by the lost of sanity in humanity. It’s been a long time coming but I know a change is going to come.
My dad knows a lot. Seems like he knows every historical fact about our town, knows all the family history of everyone in a 7 mile radius…he’s a living history book, and baseball stats book, and political book…I really respect him for that. How will I ever retain all this information when he’s gone?
WHo knows. God? Not at all. There is no plan, no set ways. There is only now, and the desisions that come with it. I know enough. I know. I know what I need to do, I know what I want to do and I KNOW nothing more. You? I do not know what you know. I don’t. I do know that I don;t know, but can that really be called KNOWING? OF course it does. Therefore, If nknowing nothing IS KNOWING, WELL THEN, I KNOW EVERYTHING.
they say no one knows
why we’re here
everybody’s got their own ideas
but no one knows
so they say
maybe some do but they choose not to say
because that would just spoil the surprise
& end the debate
No one knows. No one knows what I’ve done, what I’ve been through. No one knows who I am, who I’ve hated, who I’ve loved. I’m the shadow cast by something sparkling and beautiful . They see it. They understand it. They think they understand me, but no one knows me.
He knows. He knows how much I still love him. Both of them do. But I can’t let him go. I don’t care if he thinks I deserve better. I don’t care that he wants me to hate him. I love him, and we all know it. There’s nothing I can do about it. And I don’t want to do anything about it. And he knows that. He knows how I feel.
She stared at the brown eyes of the old man, challenging the ageless wrinkles that framed them. They shifted into something she didn’t really understand, they shifted to recognition.
“You said it was Lucy Smith, eh?” he smiled and shook my hand, “Mr. Barry Lindar, at your service.” There was an awkward silence that followed, as the green eyed boy just stared at her with wide, but skeptical eyes.
the old man nudged him.
“Oh, uh, Jameson Leonards,” he ran and a hand through his coal black hair, not reaching for hers.Mr. Lindar gave Jameson a look, before smiling once more at me.
“James, I need to talk to you for a moment. Lucy, if you will be a dear, please start cleaning up a bit.” They dissapeared into the back room, leaving Lucy alone.
Nobody knows who I am. A stranger to many of them. A friend, maybe? No.
Nobody knows why I am here. A mission? Does the destiny has something for me?
Who knows?
Not me, not you.
Only God.
Not everyone knows why. We are all very confused. Do we not all go through life unknowing? I believe so. I wake up day to day, not knowing why I am waking up, feeling so small, so insignificant. Maybe one day I will know, but right now I just don’t.
she can hear them coming before they’re hear. sixth sense, dog ears. whatever it is, she just knows. it’s nice to have warning. door bell without a button. but at 3am it’s hella annoying when they’re just passing by and i work in 3 hours. then it’s best if she’s deaf.
“He knows.” she whispered into his ear. They’d been hiding for a long time, and their fears had finally surfaced. Surfaced into a terrible stomachache, as it turned out. The car ride was full of queasiness.