Return. Return to what. I believe thats what I am trying to figure out now. As I sit here, I contemplate returning. I guess the question has become not what to return to but what to return from.
I think of Christmas and the after Christmas return policy. Hopefully, those gifts that don’t have much meaning will be returned for something of value.
“You!”
The word was spat with such venom that he had to turn around. Before he could even register who was addressing him, a flurry of fists were pounding against his chest. Riains his arms to shield himself, he glimpsed a petite girl with long red hair, her face contorted with rage.
“You shouldn’t’ve come back, Jake!”
YOu can go to the store and return that ugly sweater that grandma gave you for christmas. Its probably best, it looks like a raggidy old sheep. It;s positively hideous.
On Saturday, normal life will return. I’m going home, after three months of living in a dream. This dream world in London, one of the most thrilling cities on planet Earth, will be but a memory. What will home be like? Will I feel empty and irrelevant in this strange, familiar place? See only hollow figures moving about their dull routines in a town I had forsaken? And one day, become hollow and dull like everyone else in my small American town? Let’s hope not.
Yusei knew Jack would return to him. He didn’t know that he would have to travel to New Domino, win the fortune cup and defeat the Dark Signers in order for Jack to do so, but it was worth it.
I can’t return
the moments that have passed.
I can’t erase or take them back.
The adolescent stunts
I managed to pull
during the midst of summers heat.
The nights I stayed out late
under the moon by the bonfire,
Doing things I know I shouldn’t,
but secretly loving rebellion.
There’s no way to alter
my past.
To do that,
you’d have to change me.
And I don’t need any change.
These blueprints are marked in pen,
They can’t be re-done, or scrapped.
It’s too late for that.
There are weak points, like any structure,
but all together it is sound and strong.
Able to weather any season,
any adventure,
that life throws
at me.
I closed the door behind me, knowing the next time would be no where is the near future. Dropping to my knees the tears began to pour from my eye balls. I simply couldn’t go on without him
There’s nothing great about traveling if you don’t have a place to return to. A place that feels safe and secure. A place that stands still, a place you can always return to. Somewhere you feel loved. A place you can call home.
It is the return that brings me the most happiness. It is that moment when you see them walking slowly towards the crowd in arrivals. They don’t see you yet, but their eye are searching and searching, pleading to just catch a glimpse of you. Then the lights of our two searchlights meet and our smiles become radiant. Tears start to well up. Their happiness returned. Their breath, their life, their muse and love has just stepped into the terminal.
There is the fast walk, the run, and hug with abandon, the long kiss to remind just how incredible those lips feel.
We hold each other tight, as if to stop would make the other vanish.
Auf dem gelben Schild war ein schwarzer Pfeil mit einer rückwärts gebogenen Spitze. “Argentina retorno” stand darauf. Ich trug einen langen braunen Pullover, hatte noch lange Haare und eine schwarze Tasche über der Schulter.
When we returned to Timberline, it wasn’t nearly as busy as last December. It reminds me so much of Austria – the trips my family used to make at Christmas time. The snow, the pines, the woody lodge and big mugs of hot chocolate.
return to the place that knows the bottoms of your feet best.
return to the bed that knows your naked soul.
return to the people who wrap their arms around you without saying a word.
return to the one who never stopped loving you,
even when you stopped loving yourself.
He returned after a long bike ride of gasping breaths in cold air, with the tinge of a cough coming on so quickly. He returned to the home and knocked on the door four times in quick succession, taking in short breaths, making little puffy clouds of mist in front of his face.
The door opened. Inside she waited, tapping her foot, and said “I want you to go, now.”
The door shut. His icy breath flaked against the door’s red paint.
Return is kind of the word a different spacebar uses. You can return to where you once where.
I wish I could return back to moments when things were different, when things I’m upset about now weren’t like that. Better yet, I wish so they ddn’t end up that way.
i once again return to this place. this place ware i once left all my memories, trying to escape all the things that haunted my past. the things that are cloaking my present and complementing my future. all the things i so despretly tried to escape. why did i come back? for the sake of the good memories that were also forsed into the past with the rest of my mistakes. all i want to know is that there is a way to scanvage this up with out tucking the barial spot of the mistakes. is there a way?
Don’t hold me back from my calling. Don’t call as I leave to go serve my country. I will return some day, when the grass i shall return when the corn is ripe and summer has come again. Don’t keep me to the pasture, do not chair me to the plow. Set me free to find my calling and i will return to you some how.
“Return to sender” … heartwrenching words. Now my options of contacting him are drying up. What next? Private messenger? A plane in the sky with words hooked to the tail? He just dropped me from his life … and as a Facebook friend.
meh!
and everything went back to how it was, like a rewind session of a tv show that you never even liked. cruising and filling up time, is what we call it. the card fall, but then go back to the castle that they once more and that’s how it is. we kissed but then seperated when one’s finger pressed “return”.
return i would love to return to my childhood and live all the wonderful moments i spent with my little sister. we had so much fun growing up together.
When one decides to come back to you that has betrayed you and shown nothing but scorn for you. When they return it is not easy to reconcile with them. Their return is something that you dread, but also something that you have been longing for all along.
I sent you out this morning because Paul doesn’t have a cell phone. Or the internet. So I attached the little pieces of paper and oriented you. A little whisper in the ear for luck and advice. It’s now nightfall and I still haven’t heard back, nor send hide nor feather of you, my little friend.
i always return to you though not to your arms or a warm embrace but rather return to hating you, my blood boiling and bubbling against my skin as i clench my fist and wonder why me and you was ever an option.
The bowling ball return burped my big purple and black ball on the track. I scratched my ball under the chin an asked it how things were in the bowels of the bowling alley. The air smelled of french fries and machine oil.
Return. Return to what. I believe thats what I am trying to figure out now. As I sit here, I contemplate returning. I guess the question has become not what to return to but what to return from.
Do our moms secretly return the sweaters we get em every year for Christmas?
Yes.
Let’s return to our original plan and get her the sweater anyway. She love to return the things she gets too.
If you’ve been away from the Lord, return to Him. I will.
Our mothers are praying for us.
I think of Christmas and the after Christmas return policy. Hopefully, those gifts that don’t have much meaning will be returned for something of value.
And what of value? What is the purpose of gifts?
“You!”
The word was spat with such venom that he had to turn around. Before he could even register who was addressing him, a flurry of fists were pounding against his chest. Riains his arms to shield himself, he glimpsed a petite girl with long red hair, her face contorted with rage.
“You shouldn’t’ve come back, Jake!”
YOu can go to the store and return that ugly sweater that grandma gave you for christmas. Its probably best, it looks like a raggidy old sheep. It;s positively hideous.
On Saturday, normal life will return. I’m going home, after three months of living in a dream. This dream world in London, one of the most thrilling cities on planet Earth, will be but a memory. What will home be like? Will I feel empty and irrelevant in this strange, familiar place? See only hollow figures moving about their dull routines in a town I had forsaken? And one day, become hollow and dull like everyone else in my small American town? Let’s hope not.
Yusei knew Jack would return to him. He didn’t know that he would have to travel to New Domino, win the fortune cup and defeat the Dark Signers in order for Jack to do so, but it was worth it.
I can’t return
the moments that have passed.
I can’t erase or take them back.
The adolescent stunts
I managed to pull
during the midst of summers heat.
The nights I stayed out late
under the moon by the bonfire,
Doing things I know I shouldn’t,
but secretly loving rebellion.
There’s no way to alter
my past.
To do that,
you’d have to change me.
And I don’t need any change.
These blueprints are marked in pen,
They can’t be re-done, or scrapped.
It’s too late for that.
There are weak points, like any structure,
but all together it is sound and strong.
Able to weather any season,
any adventure,
that life throws
at me.
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I closed the door behind me, knowing the next time would be no where is the near future. Dropping to my knees the tears began to pour from my eye balls. I simply couldn’t go on without him
There’s nothing great about traveling if you don’t have a place to return to. A place that feels safe and secure. A place that stands still, a place you can always return to. Somewhere you feel loved. A place you can call home.
It is the return that brings me the most happiness. It is that moment when you see them walking slowly towards the crowd in arrivals. They don’t see you yet, but their eye are searching and searching, pleading to just catch a glimpse of you. Then the lights of our two searchlights meet and our smiles become radiant. Tears start to well up. Their happiness returned. Their breath, their life, their muse and love has just stepped into the terminal.
There is the fast walk, the run, and hug with abandon, the long kiss to remind just how incredible those lips feel.
We hold each other tight, as if to stop would make the other vanish.
Words of
I missed you
I love you
Welcome home
I shall return to school soon. This is what happens when I press the return key on my iPad
My typing cursor moves onerow® down
Auf dem gelben Schild war ein schwarzer Pfeil mit einer rückwärts gebogenen Spitze. “Argentina retorno” stand darauf. Ich trug einen langen braunen Pullover, hatte noch lange Haare und eine schwarze Tasche über der Schulter.
When we returned to Timberline, it wasn’t nearly as busy as last December. It reminds me so much of Austria – the trips my family used to make at Christmas time. The snow, the pines, the woody lodge and big mugs of hot chocolate.
return to the place that knows the bottoms of your feet best.
return to the bed that knows your naked soul.
return to the people who wrap their arms around you without saying a word.
return to the one who never stopped loving you,
even when you stopped loving yourself.
He returned after a long bike ride of gasping breaths in cold air, with the tinge of a cough coming on so quickly. He returned to the home and knocked on the door four times in quick succession, taking in short breaths, making little puffy clouds of mist in front of his face.
The door opened. Inside she waited, tapping her foot, and said “I want you to go, now.”
The door shut. His icy breath flaked against the door’s red paint.
Return is kind of the word a different spacebar uses. You can return to where you once where.
I wish I could return back to moments when things were different, when things I’m upset about now weren’t like that. Better yet, I wish so they ddn’t end up that way.
Like a time machine.
Paaast the point of no return!!! -Phantom of the Opera. Best. Ever.
Reeee-turn…… (hmmm) Return!!……. OK, I’m going to say this nicely, Please Return.
OK!! YOU HAVE TRIED MY PATIENCE! REEEETRURRRRNNN!
{This is my grandmother trying to enter something into her computer:)}
i once again return to this place. this place ware i once left all my memories, trying to escape all the things that haunted my past. the things that are cloaking my present and complementing my future. all the things i so despretly tried to escape. why did i come back? for the sake of the good memories that were also forsed into the past with the rest of my mistakes. all i want to know is that there is a way to scanvage this up with out tucking the barial spot of the mistakes. is there a way?
I shall return! muhahahahaha. >:D
Don’t hold me back from my calling. Don’t call as I leave to go serve my country. I will return some day, when the grass i shall return when the corn is ripe and summer has come again. Don’t keep me to the pasture, do not chair me to the plow. Set me free to find my calling and i will return to you some how.
i will return to the thingy
When the old lady finally did return the computer,she brought yummy cake.
Return
“Return to sender” … heartwrenching words. Now my options of contacting him are drying up. What next? Private messenger? A plane in the sky with words hooked to the tail? He just dropped me from his life … and as a Facebook friend.
meh!
will you return the money to me tomorrow?
and everything went back to how it was, like a rewind session of a tv show that you never even liked. cruising and filling up time, is what we call it. the card fall, but then go back to the castle that they once more and that’s how it is. we kissed but then seperated when one’s finger pressed “return”.
When Payton returned up the hill, from sledding, she yelled “I want hot chocolate… Now!” We all laughed as she ran up the icy hill.
the young girl had to return a toy the she had barrowed from her friend.
I will return to school in august.
You will return to school in september.
You have a book to return.
……….. lots of meanings for return
i must return to the things that matter like…….VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
return i would love to return to my childhood and live all the wonderful moments i spent with my little sister. we had so much fun growing up together.
When one decides to come back to you that has betrayed you and shown nothing but scorn for you. When they return it is not easy to reconcile with them. Their return is something that you dread, but also something that you have been longing for all along.
I sent you out this morning because Paul doesn’t have a cell phone. Or the internet. So I attached the little pieces of paper and oriented you. A little whisper in the ear for luck and advice. It’s now nightfall and I still haven’t heard back, nor send hide nor feather of you, my little friend.
I will return when i do ok bye!!
A return to what’s old. That I do not want to do.
Why should one return? Just go forward, go forward, go forward.
Follow the path and never look back.
i always return to you though not to your arms or a warm embrace but rather return to hating you, my blood boiling and bubbling against my skin as i clench my fist and wonder why me and you was ever an option.
The bowling ball return burped my big purple and black ball on the track. I scratched my ball under the chin an asked it how things were in the bowels of the bowling alley. The air smelled of french fries and machine oil.