I use to the the biggest, most satisfying rise when I was one of those “20 Somethings” girls who based every stupid and insignificant detail of their life on the social scene.
The sun rises on the east, bringing light into world that has fallen sleep. Everything seems so beautiful, and yet everything is the same. The perspective has changed, the people have grown.
I see the images before me, it shakes my very foundation. I feel the pulsation in my veins, the dryness in my throat. I feel no other alternative then to rise and be heard. Enough!
I rise from the ground.
Dust coats my eyes, blurring the city into obscurity. I blink and everything becomes clear.
Destruction had flooded my city, leaving behind only rubble.
Death had risen like a lion, slaughtering all in sight.
Unmovable buildings now lay in ashy heaps at my feet.
Immortal people lay dead around me among the debris.
Fire scorches the area, devouring everything left in sight.
Sounds of war grow nearer.
Blocking out the gut-wrenching pictures surrounding me, I tighten the satchel across my chest. I check inside it –food, water, clothes, matches . . .
“Lydie,” a voice hisses. I turn around, pulling an arrow into its socket. “It’s me,” the pale male in front of me huffs, walking nearer. Beneath the dust and soot, I see who it is before he says, “Nathan.”
I lower the bow. “Is there anyone left?”
He shakes his head, bites his lips, and kneels beside a corpse. He chokes out, “No.”
There is no time for emotions, I think, taking deep breaths. “Do you have food? weapons? blankets?”
He touches the hilt of his sword, resting in his back scabbard, and the backpack strapped upon it. “Everything I own is here.”
“We need to leave,” I say. “Immediately.”
“The soldiers are coming.” He rises. “I’m ready.”
rise from the ashes you small little child, rise up and stop being afraid of everything. look for the simple beauty in everything because the world is a beautiful place darling fear is just making excuses for yourself and you are so much better live your life so that you will feel eternal be an eternal being and just open your eyes and rise up.
rise from the ashes you small little child, rise up and stop being afraid of everything. look for the simple beauty in everything because the world is a beautiful place darling just open your eyes and rise up.
rise of the guardians I have yet to see
dark knight rises was good
rise rise rise rise rise
the z sound is kind of strange now that i think about rizzzzzze.
he rose up, not afraid anymore. Again, he had hit the groud, brought downwards by his ennemies, but this time, he was up for good, this time, it would be different, as he was stronger, more confident, he had accepted himself for who he was and would never hit the ground again
Rise! today is the day of salvation. Rise and become all that Jesus died for you to become. Rise, because He has risen. Rise, as the sun rises every day, as the Son rose.
l’action de se lever de faire ce que l’on veut dans la vie, le fait de s’élever plus haut que tout et nimporte quoi afin detre vraiment a la hauteur de nos attentes. rise cest aussi de nos emotions, le fait d’évoluer pour ne plus faire d’erreurs dans nos vies
Rise. Rise up out of bed. Get your ass moving. Do something. Make a difference, because you can. Do what you can to help the world. This world is the only one you get to live on so make it worth it. Rise above the violence and laziness of the world around us. Rise above others expectations. Raise your own expectations. Raise your standards. Raise your attitude. Be nice. Love life. Live it. Its your only one. Don’t waist it.
above everything that happens you are a strong person and you can accomplish anything and everything that you put your mind to because you are an infinite being with so much intelligence and potential that it would be a shame to let your talents and magic go wasted when their is so much to take advantage of in this life
she rose to position, and i let her hair fall on to my shoulders.. she possesses something i will never obtain.. i rise to be at her level.. and kiss her. she completes me. i am captivated by her every movement.
The Senator flashed his pearly whites for the cameras and turned a tad to the left, his better angle. Congress had no explanation for the rapid rise in population nor for the drastic spike in infertility rates. But he’d just been tanning and knew they’d let it slide.
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, and wealthy, and wise.
No no, that’s not right.
*scribble scribble*
Early to bed, early to wake, makes a lady smart, and pretty, and great.
*nods*
That’s better.
The clouds had covered the sky while she waited. A thick wall of grey that blackened the sky and blocked out the light of the moon. She waited for him patiently, to strike down from the dense mass with the first strike of lightning. She watched the steam rise from her cup of coffee.
Every rising was an opportunity to change. Every time he returned from the dead, every time he rose from the bed, every time he left the table of a friend, it was an opportunity – a cry! – to be different. A cry, from himself, to himself. Rise, his dreams whispered, those moments when he was oh-so-close to waking. Rise, his heart beat, the day, the monstrous day that she left. Yet he stayed the same, he stayed still, he moved through time as expected – but never rose.
Like the rising sun we’ve raised ourselves above all others. We are gods in our concrete castles, untouchable by all those lesser. And we walk as if we have no eyes, but just a hunger and a greed for things we cannot feel
We’re twenty miles away from the fire. We’re driving north on 287 and the black sky over the mountains lights up orange every few minutes. Houses? Land? What’s rising with those flames?
And thus he rises up from his grave. Swollen eyes and blue lips purse themselves against the cold rain that falls down from the sky. A light drizzle more, really, he thinks as he shakes the dirt off his shoes and takes a step out on the wet ground beside him. Of all the days to rise from the dead, he had to pick a Thursday. Just his luck.
everyone wants to rise above. above all the standards, about the influence. everyone tries to succeed and rise as high as they can, it’s a want. what you strive for. everyone rises in their own ways
Rise up and stand in your power. No one will do it for you. Your ego will tell you why you shouldn’t, why it will be wrong, all the things that could go wrong. But there is nothing more powerful than to listen to your own heart and stand up for what you believe in and for who you are. Allow yourself to find that place where when you stand tall and exude your light and purpose.
Marion kept to the bow of the ship, watching the horizon as it rose and fell and rose again with the waves. She was not the least bit seasick, she was filled with hope for the future, and excitement at finally, finally, exploring a new city.
He had a Southern accent. He sat across his manager and said, “I’ve been workin’ pretty hard here. I think you and I can both agree, I deserve a rise.” His manager just laughed and laughed. And laughed. The Southern man quit that day not knowing what actually had happened.
Each day you get up, you do the same routine. Sometimes, when you’re in the shower, you like to shake things up and close your eyes as the water hits your face. You pretend you’re drowning. Maybe you’ll place the two pieces of toast together and eat them at the same time instead. Perhaps you’ll start your car without opening the garage door but you get scared a few seconds in and open it.
rise, makes me think of rice, which i don’t like in most dishes, well, the plain white rice. in some dishes, it’s seasoned, or yellow, sometimes even red! you also have this sticky white rice which i also like. like in risotto! i love risotto. we ate risotto only yesterday, with peas and bacon, it was lovely.
We sing songs like “He has risen” every day. Our job, basically, is to praise Him endlessly. The few moments we have for breaks, it’s a bunch of people I never really knew, or don’t recognize at all, telling me of past memories we shared. I have to just smile and tell them I remember. That’s what Heaven is: an eternity of pretending to remember people.
Rise above everyone. You need to work hard for things you want they are not just going to be given to you. You need to rise above the influence and be able to say no. Keep your head on stay. Don’t get distracted from what you want.
I use to the the biggest, most satisfying rise when I was one of those “20 Somethings” girls who based every stupid and insignificant detail of their life on the social scene.
The sun rises on the east, bringing light into world that has fallen sleep. Everything seems so beautiful, and yet everything is the same. The perspective has changed, the people have grown.
I see the images before me, it shakes my very foundation. I feel the pulsation in my veins, the dryness in my throat. I feel no other alternative then to rise and be heard. Enough!
I rise from the ground.
Dust coats my eyes, blurring the city into obscurity. I blink and everything becomes clear.
Destruction had flooded my city, leaving behind only rubble.
Death had risen like a lion, slaughtering all in sight.
Unmovable buildings now lay in ashy heaps at my feet.
Immortal people lay dead around me among the debris.
Fire scorches the area, devouring everything left in sight.
Sounds of war grow nearer.
Blocking out the gut-wrenching pictures surrounding me, I tighten the satchel across my chest. I check inside it –food, water, clothes, matches . . .
“Lydie,” a voice hisses. I turn around, pulling an arrow into its socket. “It’s me,” the pale male in front of me huffs, walking nearer. Beneath the dust and soot, I see who it is before he says, “Nathan.”
I lower the bow. “Is there anyone left?”
He shakes his head, bites his lips, and kneels beside a corpse. He chokes out, “No.”
There is no time for emotions, I think, taking deep breaths. “Do you have food? weapons? blankets?”
He touches the hilt of his sword, resting in his back scabbard, and the backpack strapped upon it. “Everything I own is here.”
“We need to leave,” I say. “Immediately.”
“The soldiers are coming.” He rises. “I’m ready.”
Rise not fall. Up not down. Success not failure. Reaching
rise from the ashes you small little child, rise up and stop being afraid of everything. look for the simple beauty in everything because the world is a beautiful place darling fear is just making excuses for yourself and you are so much better live your life so that you will feel eternal be an eternal being and just open your eyes and rise up.
rise from the ashes you small little child, rise up and stop being afraid of everything. look for the simple beauty in everything because the world is a beautiful place darling just open your eyes and rise up.
rise of the guardians I have yet to see
dark knight rises was good
rise rise rise rise rise
the z sound is kind of strange now that i think about rizzzzzze.
he rose up, not afraid anymore. Again, he had hit the groud, brought downwards by his ennemies, but this time, he was up for good, this time, it would be different, as he was stronger, more confident, he had accepted himself for who he was and would never hit the ground again
Rise! today is the day of salvation. Rise and become all that Jesus died for you to become. Rise, because He has risen. Rise, as the sun rises every day, as the Son rose.
l’action de se lever de faire ce que l’on veut dans la vie, le fait de s’élever plus haut que tout et nimporte quoi afin detre vraiment a la hauteur de nos attentes. rise cest aussi de nos emotions, le fait d’évoluer pour ne plus faire d’erreurs dans nos vies
Rise. Rise up out of bed. Get your ass moving. Do something. Make a difference, because you can. Do what you can to help the world. This world is the only one you get to live on so make it worth it. Rise above the violence and laziness of the world around us. Rise above others expectations. Raise your own expectations. Raise your standards. Raise your attitude. Be nice. Love life. Live it. Its your only one. Don’t waist it.
above everything that happens you are a strong person and you can accomplish anything and everything that you put your mind to because you are an infinite being with so much intelligence and potential that it would be a shame to let your talents and magic go wasted when their is so much to take advantage of in this life
the sunshine in the morning always makes me feel hope anticipation for a new day..something amazing could happen , excitement and a sense of hope…….
she rose to position, and i let her hair fall on to my shoulders.. she possesses something i will never obtain.. i rise to be at her level.. and kiss her. she completes me. i am captivated by her every movement.
The Senator flashed his pearly whites for the cameras and turned a tad to the left, his better angle. Congress had no explanation for the rapid rise in population nor for the drastic spike in infertility rates. But he’d just been tanning and knew they’d let it slide.
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, and wealthy, and wise.
No no, that’s not right.
*scribble scribble*
Early to bed, early to wake, makes a lady smart, and pretty, and great.
*nods*
That’s better.
The clouds had covered the sky while she waited. A thick wall of grey that blackened the sky and blocked out the light of the moon. She waited for him patiently, to strike down from the dense mass with the first strike of lightning. She watched the steam rise from her cup of coffee.
Every rising was an opportunity to change. Every time he returned from the dead, every time he rose from the bed, every time he left the table of a friend, it was an opportunity – a cry! – to be different. A cry, from himself, to himself. Rise, his dreams whispered, those moments when he was oh-so-close to waking. Rise, his heart beat, the day, the monstrous day that she left. Yet he stayed the same, he stayed still, he moved through time as expected – but never rose.
rise my child and take me to your leader said the alien to the farmer who was in quite a bad mood and wasnt looking forward to seeing it
Rise above the occasion, rise above all. You are and open sky that can rise to infinity and beyond. I rise
above. refuse to be second best. determination. persevere no matter what the obstacle might be. live up to your potential.
Like the rising sun we’ve raised ourselves above all others. We are gods in our concrete castles, untouchable by all those lesser. And we walk as if we have no eyes, but just a hunger and a greed for things we cannot feel
i rise above the hate. i don’t take it in or let it take me down. i rise like the sun. i share my warmth. i take in the warmth. i rise.
We’re twenty miles away from the fire. We’re driving north on 287 and the black sky over the mountains lights up orange every few minutes. Houses? Land? What’s rising with those flames?
Temperatures rise; ash falls but still no rain.
The sun rises in the east, and sets in the west. This is just a given. Such as the human body will breathe to allow the person to live.
But there must be more for us than that, right?
Rise up.
Words.
Movements.
There are those who do- givers, leaders.
And those who don’t swarm them.
Crushing what they made.
That’s life.
And thus he rises up from his grave. Swollen eyes and blue lips purse themselves against the cold rain that falls down from the sky. A light drizzle more, really, he thinks as he shakes the dirt off his shoes and takes a step out on the wet ground beside him. Of all the days to rise from the dead, he had to pick a Thursday. Just his luck.
everyone wants to rise above. above all the standards, about the influence. everyone tries to succeed and rise as high as they can, it’s a want. what you strive for. everyone rises in their own ways
Rise up and stand in your power. No one will do it for you. Your ego will tell you why you shouldn’t, why it will be wrong, all the things that could go wrong. But there is nothing more powerful than to listen to your own heart and stand up for what you believe in and for who you are. Allow yourself to find that place where when you stand tall and exude your light and purpose.
rise up , above , sunrise ,fall, against, bring to the front, get a rise out of….
Marion kept to the bow of the ship, watching the horizon as it rose and fell and rose again with the waves. She was not the least bit seasick, she was filled with hope for the future, and excitement at finally, finally, exploring a new city.
Brace yourself, London.
He had a Southern accent. He sat across his manager and said, “I’ve been workin’ pretty hard here. I think you and I can both agree, I deserve a rise.” His manager just laughed and laughed. And laughed. The Southern man quit that day not knowing what actually had happened.
Each day you get up, you do the same routine. Sometimes, when you’re in the shower, you like to shake things up and close your eyes as the water hits your face. You pretend you’re drowning. Maybe you’ll place the two pieces of toast together and eat them at the same time instead. Perhaps you’ll start your car without opening the garage door but you get scared a few seconds in and open it.
rise, makes me think of rice, which i don’t like in most dishes, well, the plain white rice. in some dishes, it’s seasoned, or yellow, sometimes even red! you also have this sticky white rice which i also like. like in risotto! i love risotto. we ate risotto only yesterday, with peas and bacon, it was lovely.
morning
midnight
against power
for something
to see him
because you should
because you shouldnt
when no one does
“You have any white bread?” the customer asked.
“No,” said the cashier. “All we have is rhyes.”
Both characters wink at the camera.
We sing songs like “He has risen” every day. Our job, basically, is to praise Him endlessly. The few moments we have for breaks, it’s a bunch of people I never really knew, or don’t recognize at all, telling me of past memories we shared. I have to just smile and tell them I remember. That’s what Heaven is: an eternity of pretending to remember people.
Rise above everyone. You need to work hard for things you want they are not just going to be given to you. You need to rise above the influence and be able to say no. Keep your head on stay. Don’t get distracted from what you want.
Bloody saliva spewed from his mouth, “rise! get up!” but she lay there, limp and twitching and abused.