She was a puzzle to me. She scowl, and scamper away when I mentioned a concept that seemed to be forbidden. I could never make it hit deep enough for her to take me seriously and listen to me ramble around this enormous subject that made my brain ache with curiosity. Like a child staring at little bugs with an awe that surpassed their existence, I was preoccupied with an idea that I was not even certain of its existence.
a bewildering experience where on never really knows the deepths of which they may come out with a final out come. to be confused or not know what is going on in the scneario around you.
I am extremely puzzled as to how so many people whose heartfelt religion is based on love and understanding are not being loving or understanding on this one particular issue. Why? Why is my father so blind to the undeniable lack of choice in the matter? What can make him see?
She hated it, this feeling, how was she suppose to figure it out? She wanted to tell him, what was coming, who that other man was, but… how could she be so selfish? She just couldn’t. She couldn’t tell him.
tomorrow was the day the young-ins learned to shoot the small rifles. it would be the day they’d start hunting squirrels for the stews that way they’d learn what it was like for us old folks to always have to be bothering about them. all the time them being young thinking we was asking after them cause we cared or something silly like that. no, it was mostly all about eating. making sure they was fed, making sure we was fed, making sure the future was secured in one mouthful.
i remember being six years old waiting for my brothers and all to get back with the stew makings. all the other bits we had already prepared. the potatoes were damn near mashed with the boiling it took to keep em warm. i waited til ten at night thinking there was no light to hunt by anyhow and that there was no way we was getting fed tonight unless we wanted some salty water and mush veggies. after the wolves started moon calling the women-folk started showing worry. the babies went to bed hungry and we were sent to bed hungry too. only a little after ten they showed up with leland stretched out on a makeshift cot, carried all this long way on account of the snake bite he got out by mr. whitely’s property next to the old broken down mine shaft.
by the looks of everybody you’d think he was fine. no body rushed or mentioned the doctor but little leland was as pale as the everlasting winter they told us ’bout in sunday school. he didn’t wake when mama kissed him or when aunt sara put monday oatmeal to his mouth. wide-eyed staring from behind the side room window uncle clarence caught sight of me and gave me the shoo-child and don’t-worry-none look all together, then i never looked out again. that night i went to sleep thinking there was one less mouth to feed and one less to help out with the feeding.
Life can be puzzling. Puzzled? Live it, love it, share it with friends, and then you won’t be so puzzled. It’s very puzzling to me that so many people are puzzled about life. Life shouldn’t be a puzzle. Now you aren’t puzzled.
to be puzzled means to be confused about something I guess… but in a dignified way. If somebody’s confused usually they’ll be like GAH I’M SO CONFUSED WHAT DO I DO. They make it known. The word ‘puzzled’ seems to describe somebody who is confused but doesn’t make it widely known.
I am puzzled about what I want in life. I am puzzled about who is in my life and why they are here. I understand that they are here for a reason, to teach me a lesson to be either a few paragraphs or chapters in my book, but nonetheless… I’m puzzled by all. Everyone. Everything. Why?
You puzzle me. Honestly, I just want to know what goes on in your mind! Sometimes I feel like I know what you’re going to do, or say, but most of the time… I’m clueless. I just want to access your pure mind, pure conscious.
you make me feel that way. I honestly feel like i don’t understand you as much as I want to. It’s not that I want to know everything about you, because then it would be boring, it’s just that I want you to open up to me and let me observe your mind at it’s purest. Then I know that you have fully opened up and I know that my effort isn’t wasted.
When I walk into the room, I stared down at the desk. I was perplexed. I don’t know what I can do. It was empty. I have always thought I left it there, but it wasn’t there. I looked all around. I can’t find it. It drove me insane. I spent the rest of the night looking for it. The missing piece of my puzzle.
my thoughts about my love life. anytime i think about it, i just want to know why i cant make any relationship im in work. basically, im just puzzled at why im so bad at them.
I looked far into the distance as the faint glow of a moving truck’s headlights grew stronger. There was a good amount of fog between me and the next tree, but it was too late. That’s when I realized that I had no idea where I was.
puzzled is a strange word. i think of eeyore because he is always puzzled. puzzled is a little bit like confused. when you put the two words together you get confuzzled. i like that word. it’s fun to say and often captures the simple emotion of being totally lost. like in chemistry or ap euro.
haha, i am so puzzled as to where i should be in life. this life is nothing but a puzzle. i am given the pieces and i have to be patient if i cannot yet figure out how to put them together. once together, my life will be a clear map. all will be seen for what it is and i will no longer be puzzled and curoius, wondering. i wil know that this is my life, right where i am supposed to be
I am puzzled about everything. Nothing is conclusive. This is an infinite and a finite universe, into which no finite understanding can fit and humanity is left to scratch our temporary heads in the face of this tease of a universe.
Puzzled from the reality of life, and puzzled from people. Why do things need to be justified, why do we need a motive behind what we do, don’t they realize they are missing on life this way, If they just lived the way they want, loved someone just for the fact of loving them.
Oh my god, why must the word be puzzled I have no idea what to do I am so puzzled right now why is it working like this oh god half of my time is gone oh my what to do what to do what to do besides rambling? Oh my. It’s as if it hates me…
“W-what is this?” “You don’t recognize it?” “I… Surely I would remember something as bizarre as this. What IS it, anyways?” “I don’t know. But you were the one who gave it to me.”
It was an odd day. I woke up about two hours early, which was the first sign of trouble. I never wake up early. Tripping down the stairs was the next sign. I landed in front of my newspaper, freshly delivered. The headline didn’t interest me. I flipped it open and found something interesting, something that puzzled me.
I walked into the empty bar, confused. All the customers had fled. Why? My eyes turned to the wall of alchohol. Nothing. Not only was this bar empty, but there was nothing to satisfy its costumers.
When I got that exam my mind just got puzzled. I didn´t know where to start. I just couldn´t find information in my brain, the correctn and precise information that would get me to an answer.
I felt like my brain was a gigantic puzzle, with little pieces scattered all over the place, without an order. And time went on..
I am puzzled about how the world works on a daily basis? How do people not respect one another? How can animals coexist but humans cannot? Why do we not meet people who live next door? How does a phone work? Who says you cant do something? Why cant you?
i m puzzled at life… there are so many unexpected twists and turns.. my learning is life is a puzzle and i m simply enjoying solving it :) … smiling or complaining its just the same one life. Choice is yours..live it!
“What is it?” puzzled Londiar as he held the strange artefact in his hand.
‘Put it down it may be dangerous,” urged Koola.
“It might be useful.” He strapped the mental object to his belt.
A roar echoed through the cave.
What’s that? Koola moved in closer to him.
“I don’t know, but let’s not hang around.” He grabbed her hand and started to run.
She sat there, dazed, confused, puzzled. She could not comprehend what she was just told. How could that be possible? She has always read about it in the newspapers, or posted all over the internet on home pages, but never thought it would happen to her… No one does.
it’s confusion. Not knowing exactly what you want or what is going to happen. You can feel lost but it can provide you with a sense of adventure to try and find the solution to this puzzle. It’s a game to some people. A way of life. It can cause stress that is unwanted. It’s just how life can be
so confused. this puzzle is difficult so many pieces corner pieces mismatched pieces i’m terrible at puzzles. this sucks. i’m puzzled by a puzzle. huh.
i’ve always been puzzled. puzzled about all sorts of things. about the color of my hair, about the color of my eyes, about a lot of things. i’m even puzzled by the fact that daniel meade and betty suarez aren’t an official couple. it makes me really sad. i don’t like to be puzzled. i don’t like to be confused. i like to have the opportunity to know what it is going on. puzzling. puzzled. that sucks to be any of those. to be puzzled means to be fucked. to be screwed. damn.
I’m not sure what it means to be puzzled all the time,but I feel I live there within. Life seems like one large puzzle we have to figure out for ourselves as we make our way though each day.
Together we can help each other find our way to a successful finish and pray our efforts end in the reward our hearts desire.
She looked back at me so puzzled. I didn’t understand why at the time and I guess that my face was a reflection of her at her confusedness. I can’t even remember the words that I said to her but she didn’t understand them.
it puzzled me that he wouldn’t talk about his depression. Trust was there. Love was there. But somehow he could never open up to me. I felt somehow that he wanted to. But it never happened. And I was hurt that it didn’t. I wanted that. I wanted to be trusted with something heavy. I wanted him to tell me something awful, deep, or just personal.
the frist time I felt puzzled was when I saw my dad argued with an old man just for parking place. Actually I fetl embrassed more than everything because he is a nice man I always thought.
Puzzling things trifle the mind with weight unbearable to any subgod entity and subjugate your thoughts from that which makes you happy to your woes.
She was a puzzle to me. She scowl, and scamper away when I mentioned a concept that seemed to be forbidden. I could never make it hit deep enough for her to take me seriously and listen to me ramble around this enormous subject that made my brain ache with curiosity. Like a child staring at little bugs with an awe that surpassed their existence, I was preoccupied with an idea that I was not even certain of its existence.
a bewildering experience where on never really knows the deepths of which they may come out with a final out come. to be confused or not know what is going on in the scneario around you.
i puzzled my brain out, when i was thinking who could be the man of my dreams. now i am tired and i will never puzzle again. pah.
I am extremely puzzled as to how so many people whose heartfelt religion is based on love and understanding are not being loving or understanding on this one particular issue. Why? Why is my father so blind to the undeniable lack of choice in the matter? What can make him see?
Lost, distant and disoriented within the beat. Blues and jazz tack aback thee.
She hated it, this feeling, how was she suppose to figure it out? She wanted to tell him, what was coming, who that other man was, but… how could she be so selfish? She just couldn’t. She couldn’t tell him.
tomorrow was the day the young-ins learned to shoot the small rifles. it would be the day they’d start hunting squirrels for the stews that way they’d learn what it was like for us old folks to always have to be bothering about them. all the time them being young thinking we was asking after them cause we cared or something silly like that. no, it was mostly all about eating. making sure they was fed, making sure we was fed, making sure the future was secured in one mouthful.
i remember being six years old waiting for my brothers and all to get back with the stew makings. all the other bits we had already prepared. the potatoes were damn near mashed with the boiling it took to keep em warm. i waited til ten at night thinking there was no light to hunt by anyhow and that there was no way we was getting fed tonight unless we wanted some salty water and mush veggies. after the wolves started moon calling the women-folk started showing worry. the babies went to bed hungry and we were sent to bed hungry too. only a little after ten they showed up with leland stretched out on a makeshift cot, carried all this long way on account of the snake bite he got out by mr. whitely’s property next to the old broken down mine shaft.
by the looks of everybody you’d think he was fine. no body rushed or mentioned the doctor but little leland was as pale as the everlasting winter they told us ’bout in sunday school. he didn’t wake when mama kissed him or when aunt sara put monday oatmeal to his mouth. wide-eyed staring from behind the side room window uncle clarence caught sight of me and gave me the shoo-child and don’t-worry-none look all together, then i never looked out again. that night i went to sleep thinking there was one less mouth to feed and one less to help out with the feeding.
Puzzled from the word Puzzle. Beautiful shaped individual pieces of puzzles. Who had the idea to make ’em shapped like that. This puzzles me.
Life can be puzzling. Puzzled? Live it, love it, share it with friends, and then you won’t be so puzzled. It’s very puzzling to me that so many people are puzzled about life. Life shouldn’t be a puzzle. Now you aren’t puzzled.
to be puzzled means to be confused about something I guess… but in a dignified way. If somebody’s confused usually they’ll be like GAH I’M SO CONFUSED WHAT DO I DO. They make it known. The word ‘puzzled’ seems to describe somebody who is confused but doesn’t make it widely known.
I am puzzled about what I want in life. I am puzzled about who is in my life and why they are here. I understand that they are here for a reason, to teach me a lesson to be either a few paragraphs or chapters in my book, but nonetheless… I’m puzzled by all. Everyone. Everything. Why?
You puzzle me. Honestly, I just want to know what goes on in your mind! Sometimes I feel like I know what you’re going to do, or say, but most of the time… I’m clueless. I just want to access your pure mind, pure conscious.
you make me feel that way. I honestly feel like i don’t understand you as much as I want to. It’s not that I want to know everything about you, because then it would be boring, it’s just that I want you to open up to me and let me observe your mind at it’s purest. Then I know that you have fully opened up and I know that my effort isn’t wasted.
When I walk into the room, I stared down at the desk. I was perplexed. I don’t know what I can do. It was empty. I have always thought I left it there, but it wasn’t there. I looked all around. I can’t find it. It drove me insane. I spent the rest of the night looking for it. The missing piece of my puzzle.
my thoughts about my love life. anytime i think about it, i just want to know why i cant make any relationship im in work. basically, im just puzzled at why im so bad at them.
I looked far into the distance as the faint glow of a moving truck’s headlights grew stronger. There was a good amount of fog between me and the next tree, but it was too late. That’s when I realized that I had no idea where I was.
puzzled is a strange word. i think of eeyore because he is always puzzled. puzzled is a little bit like confused. when you put the two words together you get confuzzled. i like that word. it’s fun to say and often captures the simple emotion of being totally lost. like in chemistry or ap euro.
haha, i am so puzzled as to where i should be in life. this life is nothing but a puzzle. i am given the pieces and i have to be patient if i cannot yet figure out how to put them together. once together, my life will be a clear map. all will be seen for what it is and i will no longer be puzzled and curoius, wondering. i wil know that this is my life, right where i am supposed to be
I am puzzled about everything. Nothing is conclusive. This is an infinite and a finite universe, into which no finite understanding can fit and humanity is left to scratch our temporary heads in the face of this tease of a universe.
Puzzled from the reality of life, and puzzled from people. Why do things need to be justified, why do we need a motive behind what we do, don’t they realize they are missing on life this way, If they just lived the way they want, loved someone just for the fact of loving them.
Oh my god, why must the word be puzzled I have no idea what to do I am so puzzled right now why is it working like this oh god half of my time is gone oh my what to do what to do what to do besides rambling? Oh my. It’s as if it hates me…
“W-what is this?” “You don’t recognize it?” “I… Surely I would remember something as bizarre as this. What IS it, anyways?” “I don’t know. But you were the one who gave it to me.”
It was an odd day. I woke up about two hours early, which was the first sign of trouble. I never wake up early. Tripping down the stairs was the next sign. I landed in front of my newspaper, freshly delivered. The headline didn’t interest me. I flipped it open and found something interesting, something that puzzled me.
I walked into the empty bar, confused. All the customers had fled. Why? My eyes turned to the wall of alchohol. Nothing. Not only was this bar empty, but there was nothing to satisfy its costumers.
When I got that exam my mind just got puzzled. I didn´t know where to start. I just couldn´t find information in my brain, the correctn and precise information that would get me to an answer.
I felt like my brain was a gigantic puzzle, with little pieces scattered all over the place, without an order. And time went on..
I am puzzled about how the world works on a daily basis? How do people not respect one another? How can animals coexist but humans cannot? Why do we not meet people who live next door? How does a phone work? Who says you cant do something? Why cant you?
i m puzzled at life… there are so many unexpected twists and turns.. my learning is life is a puzzle and i m simply enjoying solving it :) … smiling or complaining its just the same one life. Choice is yours..live it!
I can’t find the way out of this hotel. Corridors are stretch and nobody’s around. I’m puzzled. Will I find the door?
“What is it?” puzzled Londiar as he held the strange artefact in his hand.
‘Put it down it may be dangerous,” urged Koola.
“It might be useful.” He strapped the mental object to his belt.
A roar echoed through the cave.
What’s that? Koola moved in closer to him.
“I don’t know, but let’s not hang around.” He grabbed her hand and started to run.
She sat there, dazed, confused, puzzled. She could not comprehend what she was just told. How could that be possible? She has always read about it in the newspapers, or posted all over the internet on home pages, but never thought it would happen to her… No one does.
it’s confusion. Not knowing exactly what you want or what is going to happen. You can feel lost but it can provide you with a sense of adventure to try and find the solution to this puzzle. It’s a game to some people. A way of life. It can cause stress that is unwanted. It’s just how life can be
so confused. this puzzle is difficult so many pieces corner pieces mismatched pieces i’m terrible at puzzles. this sucks. i’m puzzled by a puzzle. huh.
i’ve always been puzzled. puzzled about all sorts of things. about the color of my hair, about the color of my eyes, about a lot of things. i’m even puzzled by the fact that daniel meade and betty suarez aren’t an official couple. it makes me really sad. i don’t like to be puzzled. i don’t like to be confused. i like to have the opportunity to know what it is going on. puzzling. puzzled. that sucks to be any of those. to be puzzled means to be fucked. to be screwed. damn.
I’m not sure what it means to be puzzled all the time,but I feel I live there within. Life seems like one large puzzle we have to figure out for ourselves as we make our way though each day.
Together we can help each other find our way to a successful finish and pray our efforts end in the reward our hearts desire.
She looked back at me so puzzled. I didn’t understand why at the time and I guess that my face was a reflection of her at her confusedness. I can’t even remember the words that I said to her but she didn’t understand them.
it puzzled me that he wouldn’t talk about his depression. Trust was there. Love was there. But somehow he could never open up to me. I felt somehow that he wanted to. But it never happened. And I was hurt that it didn’t. I wanted that. I wanted to be trusted with something heavy. I wanted him to tell me something awful, deep, or just personal.
the frist time I felt puzzled was when I saw my dad argued with an old man just for parking place. Actually I fetl embrassed more than everything because he is a nice man I always thought.
i have no idea what i’m doing. what is this? what is this site about? why do i click this things? running out of time and i have no clue what to say.
Jared was puzzled. Just what was the little scar in front of Nick’s ear from anyways? Maybe he was a cyborg. He planned to ask Monica later.