we all return to the place we love the most. once we leave it we may agonize or earn for it not knowing if we will ever be able to return. but we always return. whether in a dream or in the distant future, our hearts find a way.
I returned the game back to my friend after lending it. Returned is to give something back to someone. It can also be given back to you and mean returned. It also is past-tense of return. And it is to give back or get back something. It is also a verb when used at return.
given back and received. Turned back around. Re-given. Receiving something back from someone. Give something back. Past tense of returning something. Turned in again.
Somebody actually handed in my lost earring. I couldn’t believe it. I knew one had slipped out somewhere in Stage J at the Harry Potter studio visit, but I never expected somebody would be honest enough, or CARE enough to hand it in. They were special earrings. Are special earrings. I bought them in Carcassonne and they have the Languedoc cross in coral and silver. They’re even more special now that somebody returned the lost one. Now, THAT’S magic!
I once returned a bottle full of wine to the wine store. No I didn’t. I need to return a few things to stores but its hard to do it with the kids. I feel like I should return some of the decisions I made in my life, but there they are.
She returned from time away, leaving the warm rock behind her, the glorious days of sun and climbing and the hardest decisions being where to climb, to real life, of bills and marriage and responsibility. How to keep it going, this carefree existence?
You left a crumbled biscuit on the kitchen bench. It made me want to break your neck, just to assert that you would never return. I shouldn’t have to see you. When I come home, I check, and I am relieved to find your drawers empty. That is how it should be.
I returned from a busy drive through to Hermanus. “You’re hip is all clear,” the doctor said as he rotated it from side to side. “Broad hips, make sore hips,” is my understanding of my hip problems. Lately I’ve been noticing how badly people walk. We are so fat, our legs can’t carry us anymore. Mine get sore and tired after a long day of standing massaging clients
I returned to a wet Pringle Bay and grabbing my groceries I staggered into the front door. All my unfinished chores of the morning greeted me. I did what I do best, avoid the mess. I sat down to a delicious plate of sushi and a cup of tea. I returned to peace.
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Even when my heart was broken I returned. I ask myself if I am stupid? Am I comitted? Should I be committed? Should I turn and start another path altogether? Am I in denial?
i have returned from something strange. i feel like i’m a new person. i feel like .. everything is coming back to me. all the childhood memories have returned crystal clear in my mind. i remember evertything. the smell of eucalyptys, the splash of the pool. the warm air against my skin. the screach of kookaburras
I returned to the path that I first tuned into, with the belief that I was on the right course. only to realize that all that happened was that I was lost and with little hope of finding my way back to the group that I started the trip with.
I’ve returned from a long sleep, a dull affair of lying still and rolling my pupils back. Should I contemplate my existence by reviewing that strange dream? Is it worth it? I came back from a long trip and had received something that which once was lost. I have no idea what that is, I have no idea if I should continue. What if the key to my existence was just lost, what would describe it being found once again?
“I know this place. I’ve been here before. I sat on that chair and ate with my family. I know that stove, my mother used to love making me anything I wanted. I know that fireplace, my father used to tell me stories of how the world used to be during his time. I know that corner… as my family grew apart, I returned to that corner time and time again. Now, I’ve returned to this home, but this time, I’ll make sure my own family stays the same.”
He knew it was only a matter of time. He tried to resist it, he really did, but in the end, he only did what everyone already expected him to do. He returned to a life of danger and ever-present threat against all that matters to him, just for the sake of being with him who he loves.
“I see you’ve returned,” said the woman, “and not before time too. Where’ve you been, gallinvanting all over the country. You ain’t a young man no more.” Her shrill tones weren’t interrupted as she bustled good naturedly about the kidchen, setting down plates and picking up pots, stirring things and tasting others.
Return. A word describing something coming back. Feelings, people, seasons, flavors, etc. Sometimes return makes people happy. Sometimes it makes people sad. Sometimes return is unexpected.
Ive returned to that place in my mind, through all the pain with all my memories flashing on the walls, as i walk through the corridors of my conscious and eventually stopping at the door titled, “her.” reaching out with my left hand for the doorknob the sweat builds up in my my hand. my heart beat pounds hard, so hard it seems to be coming out of my chest.
the parcel arrived back in the letterbox and she knew he’d never received it. it crushed her to think he may have rejected it, much better to think the address was wrong, or that he’d moved on from that house.
Yesterday was not another day. It would have been so, if not for his return. The knock on the door was familiar. He jumped on me when I opened the door.
The cat was returned after one month, one best friendship, a $5 adoption fee, and one smelly apartment for the rest of time. He wasn’t worth all that I guess.
The day will come when he will return. Approximently 4 months and 5 days from now, but it’s not as if I’m counting. I dread July. II wonder how I will be able to bear his laugh, his words, the lilt of his accent. The scent of his shattered cologne is still a part of the bathmat and everytime my stomach heaves with the painful memories. They are cinematic moments, crystalized clips replaying behind my eyelids without warning, dragging me back underneath him, exposed, sobbing, and unable to sway his hormone-seized mind.
He says he’s sorry every time, says it will never happen again. We restart each day as a blank slate, but my tears leave salty smudges that I can’t seem to wipe quite clean.
And yet, I know that if I continue to hold my silence – to tell no one, to bar my mind against the slivers of memory – that one day, the ghosts will not return.
Returning to this place, fifteen years on, I feel a strange sense of discomposure, as though in some way outside of reality. I can half remember it here, and yet parts of the town are unfamiliar, unknown, new. I do not like that. I should like to return to the past, and yet all I have found is a muddled different future.
Kdybychom se tak mohli vrátit v čase a napravit všechny chyby, které jsme vykonali…Říct všem lidem, co si o nich myslíme, udělat věci správně…Bohužel, takto to nefunguje. Nebo snad doma máte sestrojený nějaký přístroj na vrácení se v čase?
Returned is used for past tense. Like, I returned from my school. I returned from a wonderful journey. It means you are back. And looking forward to doing new things. !!
She turned around to face the door. It looked just like it had her entire life, dark and wooden. She knew when each crack to the frame appeared. And she knew which ones she had put there. It’d been 14 years since she’d been home and Jan didn’t know is she was ready to be back just yet.
People have returned back to New Orleans after Katrina hit it around 2005.
If you returned something it means you give it back.
we all return to the place we love the most. once we leave it we may agonize or earn for it not knowing if we will ever be able to return. but we always return. whether in a dream or in the distant future, our hearts find a way.
to return you come back to something to get or to give back. To return something you give back what you have borrow or used.
to return clothes to a store is kinda tricky you have to have the reciept if you dont have it then you cant return it
I returned the game back to my friend after lending it. Returned is to give something back to someone. It can also be given back to you and mean returned. It also is past-tense of return. And it is to give back or get back something. It is also a verb when used at return.
given back and received. Turned back around. Re-given. Receiving something back from someone. Give something back. Past tense of returning something. Turned in again.
i returned to school after the doctors. returned is past tense for return i returned the books to Mrs. Puma.
I’m a goner.
I’ve gone back.
my dog returned me yesterday. ı was very surpraisde when ı saw him. mimmediately ı called my father and said to him ı saw my best friend.
Life is so much more beautiful than it was supposed to be. Hold it dear, my lovely.
Somebody actually handed in my lost earring. I couldn’t believe it. I knew one had slipped out somewhere in Stage J at the Harry Potter studio visit, but I never expected somebody would be honest enough, or CARE enough to hand it in. They were special earrings. Are special earrings. I bought them in Carcassonne and they have the Languedoc cross in coral and silver. They’re even more special now that somebody returned the lost one. Now, THAT’S magic!
Did he ever return my heart?
I once returned a bottle full of wine to the wine store. No I didn’t. I need to return a few things to stores but its hard to do it with the kids. I feel like I should return some of the decisions I made in my life, but there they are.
She returned from time away, leaving the warm rock behind her, the glorious days of sun and climbing and the hardest decisions being where to climb, to real life, of bills and marriage and responsibility. How to keep it going, this carefree existence?
I returned home from school and have nothing else to o but sit all day and stare at the wall and just watch as my life waste away
You left a crumbled biscuit on the kitchen bench. It made me want to break your neck, just to assert that you would never return. I shouldn’t have to see you. When I come home, I check, and I am relieved to find your drawers empty. That is how it should be.
I returned from a busy drive through to Hermanus. “You’re hip is all clear,” the doctor said as he rotated it from side to side. “Broad hips, make sore hips,” is my understanding of my hip problems. Lately I’ve been noticing how badly people walk. We are so fat, our legs can’t carry us anymore. Mine get sore and tired after a long day of standing massaging clients
I returned to a wet Pringle Bay and grabbing my groceries I staggered into the front door. All my unfinished chores of the morning greeted me. I did what I do best, avoid the mess. I sat down to a delicious plate of sushi and a cup of tea. I returned to peace.
to the best place sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit qui in ea voluptate velit esse quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum qui dolorem eum fugiat quo voluptas nulla pariatur?
Even when my heart was broken I returned. I ask myself if I am stupid? Am I comitted? Should I be committed? Should I turn and start another path altogether? Am I in denial?
i have returned from something strange. i feel like i’m a new person. i feel like .. everything is coming back to me. all the childhood memories have returned crystal clear in my mind. i remember evertything. the smell of eucalyptys, the splash of the pool. the warm air against my skin. the screach of kookaburras
I returned to the path that I first tuned into, with the belief that I was on the right course. only to realize that all that happened was that I was lost and with little hope of finding my way back to the group that I started the trip with.
I’ve returned from a long sleep, a dull affair of lying still and rolling my pupils back. Should I contemplate my existence by reviewing that strange dream? Is it worth it? I came back from a long trip and had received something that which once was lost. I have no idea what that is, I have no idea if I should continue. What if the key to my existence was just lost, what would describe it being found once again?
to have returned is to go through the process of going back to point where once has previously been before.
backwards
past
again
“I know this place. I’ve been here before. I sat on that chair and ate with my family. I know that stove, my mother used to love making me anything I wanted. I know that fireplace, my father used to tell me stories of how the world used to be during his time. I know that corner… as my family grew apart, I returned to that corner time and time again. Now, I’ve returned to this home, but this time, I’ll make sure my own family stays the same.”
He knew it was only a matter of time. He tried to resist it, he really did, but in the end, he only did what everyone already expected him to do. He returned to a life of danger and ever-present threat against all that matters to him, just for the sake of being with him who he loves.
I returned to the land I call home,
Returned to the place I belong,
I returned to that safest part,
I returned to your heart.
“I see you’ve returned,” said the woman, “and not before time too. Where’ve you been, gallinvanting all over the country. You ain’t a young man no more.” Her shrill tones weren’t interrupted as she bustled good naturedly about the kidchen, setting down plates and picking up pots, stirring things and tasting others.
Return. A word describing something coming back. Feelings, people, seasons, flavors, etc. Sometimes return makes people happy. Sometimes it makes people sad. Sometimes return is unexpected.
Ive returned to that place in my mind, through all the pain with all my memories flashing on the walls, as i walk through the corridors of my conscious and eventually stopping at the door titled, “her.” reaching out with my left hand for the doorknob the sweat builds up in my my hand. my heart beat pounds hard, so hard it seems to be coming out of my chest.
the parcel arrived back in the letterbox and she knew he’d never received it. it crushed her to think he may have rejected it, much better to think the address was wrong, or that he’d moved on from that house.
i returned with a smile on my face
success does that to me
always
just as a failure brings tears in my eyes.
Yesterday was not another day. It would have been so, if not for his return. The knock on the door was familiar. He jumped on me when I opened the door.
The cat was returned after one month, one best friendship, a $5 adoption fee, and one smelly apartment for the rest of time. He wasn’t worth all that I guess.
The day will come when he will return. Approximently 4 months and 5 days from now, but it’s not as if I’m counting. I dread July. II wonder how I will be able to bear his laugh, his words, the lilt of his accent. The scent of his shattered cologne is still a part of the bathmat and everytime my stomach heaves with the painful memories. They are cinematic moments, crystalized clips replaying behind my eyelids without warning, dragging me back underneath him, exposed, sobbing, and unable to sway his hormone-seized mind.
He says he’s sorry every time, says it will never happen again. We restart each day as a blank slate, but my tears leave salty smudges that I can’t seem to wipe quite clean.
And yet, I know that if I continue to hold my silence – to tell no one, to bar my mind against the slivers of memory – that one day, the ghosts will not return.
Returning to this place, fifteen years on, I feel a strange sense of discomposure, as though in some way outside of reality. I can half remember it here, and yet parts of the town are unfamiliar, unknown, new. I do not like that. I should like to return to the past, and yet all I have found is a muddled different future.
Kdybychom se tak mohli vrátit v čase a napravit všechny chyby, které jsme vykonali…Říct všem lidem, co si o nich myslíme, udělat věci správně…Bohužel, takto to nefunguje. Nebo snad doma máte sestrojený nějaký přístroj na vrácení se v čase?
Returning after the hot, dry and cutting Summer. The leaves were burned brown, and the sand dry, coarse and crusted. They returned. To nothing.
Returned is used for past tense. Like, I returned from my school. I returned from a wonderful journey. It means you are back. And looking forward to doing new things. !!
She turned around to face the door. It looked just like it had her entire life, dark and wooden. She knew when each crack to the frame appeared. And she knew which ones she had put there. It’d been 14 years since she’d been home and Jan didn’t know is she was ready to be back just yet.