go over and sit and don’t even do a thing. don’t think. you are put off. you are not in the center. that’s where i like to be where I don’t have to feel the pressure of everyone’s eyes. It’s just me observing the runners, observing the dancer, being gloried in. and getting to see the moment. not having to live in it.
Every story has a bunch of sides. Any good story or conflict or relational devellopment can’t be two dimensional. It is decidely 3D with a variety of facets and sometimes, there is clear communication and, like a cube, everyone has a very similar idea about what is happening, regardless of perspective. Other times things do not work out so neatly.
Go upside there, tell’m whey it at, let’um know. Ain’t seed nothin’ what ain’t had a tall time if’n them others hadn’t come around. Shifty man up there talk a lot ’bout that side, got things to say I ain’t sure shoulda been said, y’ken. Shifty man got a ways to go to belong this ways, and that a fact.
The wind blew up the side of her skirt. the men all stopped to stare. She went proudly forth for she did not notice. her body was of sharp lines and angles. she own a soft soul.
Well who’s side are you on anyway? she thought. Did you really say that to her? I thought we were friends but you flat out lied about me and I think I don’t even want you on my side anymore!
An seiner Seite fühlte sie sich sicher udn doch unsicher. Sie wusste nicht, wann er das nächste Mal die Kontrolle verlieren würde, aber sie liebte ihn immer noch wie am ersten Tag. Er war im tiefsten herzen immer noch Alexei. Er war ein Mensch. und sie wusste, dass er ihr nichts Böses wollte. Nein. Sie hoffte es…
I couldn’t think straight. I was so confused. You confused me. Whose side were you on? Were you on my side or were you on her side? You knew me better than anyone else in the world… Yet you couldn’t even decide who’s side you were on… That was the reason why I had to let you go. You just couldn’t choose.
I sleep on my side. My guess is because it’s more comfortable. I enjoy the side of the bed that I usually sleep on too. I guess when it comes down to it all, there’s sides to everything, but I defy you to find something more important than the side of the bed. The side you choose for politics has nothing on where you choose to rest.
Side: there is a side to every story, side to everything. okay, like you tell me your story and i tell you mine, but it doesnt matter who says what, no one is correct or right than the other it just because there’s side to every story. Side of the table or side by side is like comparing things, you cant just compare things if they are not placed side to each other.
He was absorbed as he peered through the glass to watch the pendulum, swinging through its endless trajectory. He shifted closer to avoid losing sight of it as people weaved their way towards the desk at the front. The opportunity was there; he could set his watch, say 30 seconds, and whichever side the pendulum was on when it stopped – yes or no – the decision would be made.
It was only as he began to set his watch that he paused with a rush of unexpected adrenaline, and realised he would have to choose which way was left, and which right. The rythmn of the clock must have permeated his subconscious by now. It was too late too leave it up to chance.
the side of a building person etc. my side aches when punched. Why I think that I have no clue why that popped into my head. But when I think side I think of my own side and the sides of things. Oh, what about food sides. I didn’t think to think about food sides. Hmmm, what else……I cant think any more ahhhhhhh!!
The side of the mountain was covered with thick brambles and bushes. He tried to climb up but kept getting tangled in them. Soon his clothes were torn and his legs were scratched, but he kept going. He knew that there was an old cabin at the top and he wanted to see what was in it.
sides of the world, sides of an argument, sides of a cube. What is it with sides? I like spheres because then we are all connected to each person in the same way – how can there be a side of the world if it’s round anyway. My friends don’t seem so far away now.
Side.
The first thing that comes to mind is side profiles. I usually look at someone and think wow, hey’re really hot and they randomlt look side ways, and then erh. If someone has a big nose, it’s just, erh.
As I laid on my side, the water splashing softly against my bruised legs, I realized I was not feeling any pain. It was as if I was numb all over. The sky laid celeste above me, the breeze caressed my sandy skin. I knew that for sure I was bruised and battered and burned. But pain I could not feel.
Sometimes I eat too much. I think that a side isn’t that much. When I eat it, I feel like I am eating a snack. It’s just a side. For god’s sake. It’s not like I’m actually eating a full meal. It’s like peas, or biscuits. It’s nothing. It’s on the side and all so lonely and such. I just want to keep it.
There are two sides to every story and I hope that when choosing which I am on I take in each tale. That’s how I want to live my life. With an open mind. You never know, even if that person is your friend. They could be wrong. Everyone has their moments. Some more than others.
I’ll be by your side untill I die. No wait, when I die i shall still be with you. Maybe not physically, but spiritually. At least that’s what I hope. I hope that is true because I do dearly love you. Would you agree? What say you? I
I want to know what side that I should be on. Is there a correct side to choose? What is the left side, or what is the right side. There can be more than one side to an argument. S
By my side I see a window, not too large and not quite small. It is however, as I said before, a window nonetheless. On my other side there is a cabinet, a beautifully carved wooden cabinet.
You were there, waiting me on the other side, the side that we, the stupid and simple humans don’t know, that side where you are, waiting for me, for me to reach the unreachable goal that you are.
“I’ll always be right here, right by your side.”
Until today, I can still remember those words. Even after he vanished, even after I realized that he may never return again, I remembered those words. They had etched themselves into my heart, even though I never let anything linger in me for long. My heart was always untouched.
There’s a corner of your house. A corner you never look at. You can look side to side all day and you won’t see it. But if you look that one place. The place you never want to look. The corner of your eye. You’ll see it.
Side by each; from the French? Poorly translated into English, said with a heavy Quebecois accent, so looked down upon by those who speak Parisian French. Dirty patois. Along the same lines as shutting the light. C’est bon, tabernac, c’est bon.
which side i am on ? mine’s or god’s … this question used to pop in my head every now or then.. why do i have to question d almighty ..choose between me and him.. !
Sometimes I wish I could sit on the sidelines and watch my life. I wonder what it’d be like from another perspective. Would I like myself? Would I cheer myself on? Or would I hate myself and wonder when I’d pull it together? I doubt I’d be that awful, but you never know until you look in someone else’s shoes. It’s a bad way to live your life; always wondering how others are going to perceive your actions.
She brushed the side of my hand to get my attention. A sensation unlike any other swept through me. I couldn’t describe it. It was electric, and I wanted to feel it again.
Whose side are you on, I often wonder, especially when you make such demands of me, expect me to rise above, succeed, excel, surpass, everyone and everything, and it makes me wonder if you’re really on my side, if you really have my back as you’ve so often claimed, but then you smile at me, and I know the truth.
все они были с другой стороны, все эти люди с другой стороны. я была с темной стороны луны, будто бы инопланетянка. вокруг меня что-то булькали, все они говорили булькающими звуками и никто не хотел понимать меня. я прижалась к бокам тех, кто тоже был с других планет, и мы постарались не обращать на все это внимание.
Don’t you dare get on her bad side. That’s what everyone says. They say that her bad side is like a demon from the depths of hell that will take away your soul and leave you with nothing. Nothing but a feeling of distress and horror and emptiness. But there’s something else about her bad side. Its my good side.
There is a side to every story, to every person, to everything. Think twice before taking a side, because it might not be what it once appeared to.
go over and sit and don’t even do a thing. don’t think. you are put off. you are not in the center. that’s where i like to be where I don’t have to feel the pressure of everyone’s eyes. It’s just me observing the runners, observing the dancer, being gloried in. and getting to see the moment. not having to live in it.
A story consists of more than “sides”. Every life experience is an amalgam of perception, reality and short and long term effects. There aren’t sides.
Every story has a bunch of sides. Any good story or conflict or relational devellopment can’t be two dimensional. It is decidely 3D with a variety of facets and sometimes, there is clear communication and, like a cube, everyone has a very similar idea about what is happening, regardless of perspective. Other times things do not work out so neatly.
Go upside there, tell’m whey it at, let’um know. Ain’t seed nothin’ what ain’t had a tall time if’n them others hadn’t come around. Shifty man up there talk a lot ’bout that side, got things to say I ain’t sure shoulda been said, y’ken. Shifty man got a ways to go to belong this ways, and that a fact.
The wind blew up the side of her skirt. the men all stopped to stare. She went proudly forth for she did not notice. her body was of sharp lines and angles. she own a soft soul.
the side of a mountain , a side of a smile , a beautiful place to rest my side of town , the best side won , sidewinders swing through town …
Well who’s side are you on anyway? she thought. Did you really say that to her? I thought we were friends but you flat out lied about me and I think I don’t even want you on my side anymore!
like you put your clothes to the side or you can tell your friend to move to the side
An seiner Seite fühlte sie sich sicher udn doch unsicher. Sie wusste nicht, wann er das nächste Mal die Kontrolle verlieren würde, aber sie liebte ihn immer noch wie am ersten Tag. Er war im tiefsten herzen immer noch Alexei. Er war ein Mensch. und sie wusste, dass er ihr nichts Böses wollte. Nein. Sie hoffte es…
I couldn’t think straight. I was so confused. You confused me. Whose side were you on? Were you on my side or were you on her side? You knew me better than anyone else in the world… Yet you couldn’t even decide who’s side you were on… That was the reason why I had to let you go. You just couldn’t choose.
I sleep on my side. My guess is because it’s more comfortable. I enjoy the side of the bed that I usually sleep on too. I guess when it comes down to it all, there’s sides to everything, but I defy you to find something more important than the side of the bed. The side you choose for politics has nothing on where you choose to rest.
Side: there is a side to every story, side to everything. okay, like you tell me your story and i tell you mine, but it doesnt matter who says what, no one is correct or right than the other it just because there’s side to every story. Side of the table or side by side is like comparing things, you cant just compare things if they are not placed side to each other.
He was absorbed as he peered through the glass to watch the pendulum, swinging through its endless trajectory. He shifted closer to avoid losing sight of it as people weaved their way towards the desk at the front. The opportunity was there; he could set his watch, say 30 seconds, and whichever side the pendulum was on when it stopped – yes or no – the decision would be made.
It was only as he began to set his watch that he paused with a rush of unexpected adrenaline, and realised he would have to choose which way was left, and which right. The rythmn of the clock must have permeated his subconscious by now. It was too late too leave it up to chance.
the side of a building person etc. my side aches when punched. Why I think that I have no clue why that popped into my head. But when I think side I think of my own side and the sides of things. Oh, what about food sides. I didn’t think to think about food sides. Hmmm, what else……I cant think any more ahhhhhhh!!
The side of the mountain was covered with thick brambles and bushes. He tried to climb up but kept getting tangled in them. Soon his clothes were torn and his legs were scratched, but he kept going. He knew that there was an old cabin at the top and he wanted to see what was in it.
sides of the world, sides of an argument, sides of a cube. What is it with sides? I like spheres because then we are all connected to each person in the same way – how can there be a side of the world if it’s round anyway. My friends don’t seem so far away now.
Side.
The first thing that comes to mind is side profiles. I usually look at someone and think wow, hey’re really hot and they randomlt look side ways, and then erh. If someone has a big nose, it’s just, erh.
As I laid on my side, the water splashing softly against my bruised legs, I realized I was not feeling any pain. It was as if I was numb all over. The sky laid celeste above me, the breeze caressed my sandy skin. I knew that for sure I was bruised and battered and burned. But pain I could not feel.
I live on this side of town and you on the other, but we get along so well. The upside of down and the inside of out.
Sometimes I eat too much. I think that a side isn’t that much. When I eat it, I feel like I am eating a snack. It’s just a side. For god’s sake. It’s not like I’m actually eating a full meal. It’s like peas, or biscuits. It’s nothing. It’s on the side and all so lonely and such. I just want to keep it.
I’m only seeing one side. Not a bad little mantra to have, is it?
Sometimes what I experience versus what I choose to see negates the very fact that the rest of the circumstances at hand are not in sight.
Which way? Out or In? Around or About? On top or below? You have the answer and i don’t know.
There are two sides to every story and I hope that when choosing which I am on I take in each tale. That’s how I want to live my life. With an open mind. You never know, even if that person is your friend. They could be wrong. Everyone has their moments. Some more than others.
what is it that makes us take commands from someone in the internet that we will never see the faces of? long sentence but feels all right to say.
I’ll be by your side untill I die. No wait, when I die i shall still be with you. Maybe not physically, but spiritually. At least that’s what I hope. I hope that is true because I do dearly love you. Would you agree? What say you? I
I want to know what side that I should be on. Is there a correct side to choose? What is the left side, or what is the right side. There can be more than one side to an argument. S
By my side I see a window, not too large and not quite small. It is however, as I said before, a window nonetheless. On my other side there is a cabinet, a beautifully carved wooden cabinet.
You were there, waiting me on the other side, the side that we, the stupid and simple humans don’t know, that side where you are, waiting for me, for me to reach the unreachable goal that you are.
“I’ll always be right here, right by your side.”
Until today, I can still remember those words. Even after he vanished, even after I realized that he may never return again, I remembered those words. They had etched themselves into my heart, even though I never let anything linger in me for long. My heart was always untouched.
Side is a side you Can have lige let or right or ir Can be like whos opinion ser you ón it Can be from otter ankels anden be described in Many ways
There’s a corner of your house. A corner you never look at. You can look side to side all day and you won’t see it. But if you look that one place. The place you never want to look. The corner of your eye. You’ll see it.
Side by each; from the French? Poorly translated into English, said with a heavy Quebecois accent, so looked down upon by those who speak Parisian French. Dirty patois. Along the same lines as shutting the light. C’est bon, tabernac, c’est bon.
which side i am on ? mine’s or god’s … this question used to pop in my head every now or then.. why do i have to question d almighty ..choose between me and him.. !
Sometimes I wish I could sit on the sidelines and watch my life. I wonder what it’d be like from another perspective. Would I like myself? Would I cheer myself on? Or would I hate myself and wonder when I’d pull it together? I doubt I’d be that awful, but you never know until you look in someone else’s shoes. It’s a bad way to live your life; always wondering how others are going to perceive your actions.
which side i am on ? mines or god’s … that was d question popping in my head evry know on then.. y do i have to choose between me n d a
She brushed the side of my hand to get my attention. A sensation unlike any other swept through me. I couldn’t describe it. It was electric, and I wanted to feel it again.
Whose side are you on, I often wonder, especially when you make such demands of me, expect me to rise above, succeed, excel, surpass, everyone and everything, and it makes me wonder if you’re really on my side, if you really have my back as you’ve so often claimed, but then you smile at me, and I know the truth.
все они были с другой стороны, все эти люди с другой стороны. я была с темной стороны луны, будто бы инопланетянка. вокруг меня что-то булькали, все они говорили булькающими звуками и никто не хотел понимать меня. я прижалась к бокам тех, кто тоже был с других планет, и мы постарались не обращать на все это внимание.
Don’t you dare get on her bad side. That’s what everyone says. They say that her bad side is like a demon from the depths of hell that will take away your soul and leave you with nothing. Nothing but a feeling of distress and horror and emptiness. But there’s something else about her bad side. Its my good side.