I waver between the idea that things could be better, and between accepting that they aren’t going to be. It’s less than two weeks, now, though I couldn’t tell you exactly how long; I’ve gotten farther away on my oscillating trip, shaken from the side of obsessive to merely dreading. Just waiting, hoping the here and now can hold me faster than the then and there will ever do.
I need to escape these memories–this flirting with future that you’re in.
“Do you think I care?” Thomas caught the waver in Ashley’s voice. “Yeah,” he turned. “I do.” He closed the distance between them but stopped just short of touching her. The air sparkled between them as, like magnets, they attracted and repelled each other. In an effort to regain equilibrium, Ashley closed her eyes. Yet, instead of calming, her thoughts whirled out of control, and she crumpled. Thomas caught her in his arms. “Put me down and leave,” she demanded furiously. “I want to be alone.” “I don’t think so,” he answered as jolts of desire flew through them both. “In fact, I think I’ve left you alone far too long.” Suddenly, he stood perfectly still. “Look at me,” he demanded quietly. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll go.” Ashley raised her eyes to his, determined to dismiss him, and crushed her lips to his in a searing kiss.
Waver? Someone standing up in a crowded bleacher at the baseball stadium, frantically waving their arms back and forth in a futile attempts to catch the attention of their friend across the seats. Spilling drinks and popcorn on everyone around them.
Waver, as in Kate middleton on her wedding day. She started a new wave. A mix between Miss America and ” the celebrity wave. Thats what I like. Waving to people hundreds of them from a horse drawn carriage. In london.
it is up to me whether or not i waver in my decision to move on. ultimately, life is about being free, being free to be who we are–and to have the courage to discover that. social pressures will about, but i will not waver in my quest for selfhood.
I had to sign a waver to attend the school field trip. The waver consisted of legal jargon, that would prevent me from suing the school if I had an accident. Everyone that attended had to sing one.
She wavered for a moment. Her smile faltered, she was remembering someone else. Someone from before. She look to the ground as the memories came rushing back to her. She didn’t want them to. She thought she had managed to forget all of it. But the memory of his funeral was too vivid in her mind.
I once knew a guy with the last name Wawer but it was pronounced like waver. He was pretty alright, really intelligent, but rather socially awkward. He wore these sunglasses on a string all year round. I suppose that’s got nothing to do with the word though.
Fee wavers are life savers, for as i think ABOUT IT, it does pay off a hefty chunk of the pay each semester. With so little money, ANY kind of money i save-whether is a dollar or 100 means alot! I’m broke!
this is a chance to let it go.we don”t have to follow the rules or obey the commands… we simply wave it away and there is nothing to worry about. I like the idea of a waver, it is freedome, it is spirit lifting.
i don’t really know what this word means. it reminds me of waiver but i think thats a completely different meaning. what do you call those types of words? homophones or something? i’m not too sure. i actually did pretty well in english though if you can believe that…i’m pretty scared to graduate this year but i bet i’ll make it in the “real world” ha…
faltering from a predestined plan
falling away from everything you had planned
changing and swaying
consistentcy elminated
a branch in the wind
here then there
When I decide something, I should not waver. They tell me not to waver. “Be confident. Confident is sexy.” But I seem to always doubt. There is always the what ifs and blatant mistakes in the lens of retrospect.
i don’t understand what it means to “waver” on the brink of something, I’ve always just dived right into everything without a backward glance. stumble is more of an accurate word to use when referring to me than waver… if i come across a line i do just that, i stumble across it. no other thought than to keep pushing forward never turning back.
“Hello”
Just one word, and my heart stopped. Just one word, and my voice wavered. Just one word and all thoughts in my brain suddenly stopped forming.
Why now? Why did you call? Why did you have to bring down everything that I have desperately tried to rebuild? You were everything I ever wanted and you quickly and carelessly ended it all.
a waver is a person who is waving. i suppose he’s waving at someone he’s either meeting or leaving. although, it could be a SHE, as well. who knows. it is a PERSON waving. i assume this is what waving means.
am i getting paid after this? i certainly hope so.
i didn’t sign any “waivers” to talk about the word “waver.”
I really hope that’s what it means. i’m sure it could be a bunch of other shit, but who knows.
Waver is a permission slip to do something. A small sheet of paper that some foreign and far off person sends to allow you to do what you want. In stark and plain language, it makes no sense… it’s capitalistic bullshit
i shall not waver i will sit in silence and listen to my inner knowing that tells me i am loved and loving and that my heart is opening not closing it’s just that i’ve never felt the terror of truly opening my heart before and trusting that what i feel inside me in this single moment is the only reality.
i shall not waver i will sit in silence and listen to my inner knowing that tells me i am loved and loving and that my heart is opening not closing it’s just that i’ve never felt the terror of truly opening my heart before and trusting that what i feel inside me in this single moet is the only reality.
i have no idea what it is . it sounds like wafer. it hase the word wave in it. i dont like the litter w. it has 2 sylables. at has 2 vouls in it. rhymes with flavour. sounds like someone who waves at people.
She sat in the window and watched him drive away. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She folded her arms across her chest, held herself awkwardly… Restraint was strange and new: she had always been a waver.
He felt himself begin to waver, as he stood by the window. What if he fell forward? What if the window just opened and he fell forward. Leaning, he looked down and saw the cement. How did anyone stand at the top of a building and decide “Yep, this is a good idea.” Did they pray they had a heart attack? Of course, if they believed prayer could work, they wouldn’t be there. David was not a religious man. He took a step back…and then another.
there are times someone faces life’s challenges and it is up to them to not waver. It can define who they are or decide the course of their future; or maybe be wiped by a wave of indecision where their life has been decided for them.
Waver. I guess it has something to do with waving something. I am waving a flag, but instead of waving, as a verb, it’s probably an adjectif. A waver – y object. I actually don’t know what waver is. Wave, water, watering, wavering, i don’t know where it would come from, end.
She did not waver in her resolve, though the ostracization by a family that failed to understand her grievances was almost enough to make her crack under the pressure. Pet peeves were troublesome things, and nearly impossible to get rid of, just like family.
She sat in the window and watched him drive away. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt awkward with her arms across her chest: she had always been a waver.
“If you would waver in your loyalty to me, young knight, then you shall suffer a most horrific death, and an even worse afterlife.”
I rose to my feet, shaking. The king stood before me, sword in his hand. So that was it. I was finally a knight. I was finally going to be taken seriously.
But there was no way I would serve this kingdom when another waited for me just beyond the corner.
I received the waver. It’s the day I’ve been waiting for for months. Finally, I can return to the game I love. No more excuses, no more managers screaming “you can’t play”. I would jump for joy except that I’d probably hurt something and have to start all over again.
ly place the girl. the spritley trouble maker. magically moving. infecting. smiling forward in stereo. surround laughter. echo. warmth from my chest. beating to the rythmn of reflected joy. closer. to touch. the feel of her breath. colder. colder. stronger. forced. reality awakens. the ghosts disappear. grey outlines. grey page. the sounds of wind and rain. never stopping. just fading out. to the cacophony. the confines of the world. back in my shell. safe in my shell. alone in my shell. a ghost in my shell.
one word stop moving i said stop moving stop wavering i cant help it yes you can stop moving i cant stop moving stop moving NOW NOW RIGHT NOW stop moving this instant waver im wavering wavering is awesome waver waver gotta keep wavering
A waver is a thing used to describe something like and idea , disease or a store etc. When i hear the word waver i get bummed out because it is usually something really boring or something bad like describing if you have a disease and how to cope with it .
They told me I had to sign a waver
Write my life away
Just in case you want to sue us
For taking the baby out
One signature
One life lost in ink
I waver between the idea that things could be better, and between accepting that they aren’t going to be. It’s less than two weeks, now, though I couldn’t tell you exactly how long; I’ve gotten farther away on my oscillating trip, shaken from the side of obsessive to merely dreading. Just waiting, hoping the here and now can hold me faster than the then and there will ever do.
I need to escape these memories–this flirting with future that you’re in.
Bending, failing, falling, changing your mind, being pushed, unsure, not confident, not strong, like a tree in the wind,
“Do you think I care?” Thomas caught the waver in Ashley’s voice. “Yeah,” he turned. “I do.” He closed the distance between them but stopped just short of touching her. The air sparkled between them as, like magnets, they attracted and repelled each other. In an effort to regain equilibrium, Ashley closed her eyes. Yet, instead of calming, her thoughts whirled out of control, and she crumpled. Thomas caught her in his arms. “Put me down and leave,” she demanded furiously. “I want to be alone.” “I don’t think so,” he answered as jolts of desire flew through them both. “In fact, I think I’ve left you alone far too long.” Suddenly, he stood perfectly still. “Look at me,” he demanded quietly. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll go.” Ashley raised her eyes to his, determined to dismiss him, and crushed her lips to his in a searing kiss.
Waver? Someone standing up in a crowded bleacher at the baseball stadium, frantically waving their arms back and forth in a futile attempts to catch the attention of their friend across the seats. Spilling drinks and popcorn on everyone around them.
This is not what I thought life could have been. I have thrown too many times from side to another.
Waver, as in Kate middleton on her wedding day. She started a new wave. A mix between Miss America and ” the celebrity wave. Thats what I like. Waving to people hundreds of them from a horse drawn carriage. In london.
it is up to me whether or not i waver in my decision to move on. ultimately, life is about being free, being free to be who we are–and to have the courage to discover that. social pressures will about, but i will not waver in my quest for selfhood.
I had to sign a waver to attend the school field trip. The waver consisted of legal jargon, that would prevent me from suing the school if I had an accident. Everyone that attended had to sing one.
and I could write something beautiful
here I waver
I could manifest the world in color form, in words or smiles
but I waver
and I falter
I don’t know what sense of the word you mean. I mean, as in one who waves? I don’t know, man.
She wavered for a moment. Her smile faltered, she was remembering someone else. Someone from before. She look to the ground as the memories came rushing back to her. She didn’t want them to. She thought she had managed to forget all of it. But the memory of his funeral was too vivid in her mind.
I once knew a guy with the last name Wawer but it was pronounced like waver. He was pretty alright, really intelligent, but rather socially awkward. He wore these sunglasses on a string all year round. I suppose that’s got nothing to do with the word though.
Fee wavers are life savers, for as i think ABOUT IT, it does pay off a hefty chunk of the pay each semester. With so little money, ANY kind of money i save-whether is a dollar or 100 means alot! I’m broke!
this is a chance to let it go.we don”t have to follow the rules or obey the commands… we simply wave it away and there is nothing to worry about. I like the idea of a waver, it is freedome, it is spirit lifting.
i don’t really know what this word means. it reminds me of waiver but i think thats a completely different meaning. what do you call those types of words? homophones or something? i’m not too sure. i actually did pretty well in english though if you can believe that…i’m pretty scared to graduate this year but i bet i’ll make it in the “real world” ha…
faltering from a predestined plan
falling away from everything you had planned
changing and swaying
consistentcy elminated
a branch in the wind
here then there
When I decide something, I should not waver. They tell me not to waver. “Be confident. Confident is sexy.” But I seem to always doubt. There is always the what ifs and blatant mistakes in the lens of retrospect.
I must not waver
This time I must not waver
i don’t understand what it means to “waver” on the brink of something, I’ve always just dived right into everything without a backward glance. stumble is more of an accurate word to use when referring to me than waver… if i come across a line i do just that, i stumble across it. no other thought than to keep pushing forward never turning back.
“Hello”
Just one word, and my heart stopped. Just one word, and my voice wavered. Just one word and all thoughts in my brain suddenly stopped forming.
Why now? Why did you call? Why did you have to bring down everything that I have desperately tried to rebuild? You were everything I ever wanted and you quickly and carelessly ended it all.
a waver is a person who is waving. i suppose he’s waving at someone he’s either meeting or leaving. although, it could be a SHE, as well. who knows. it is a PERSON waving. i assume this is what waving means.
am i getting paid after this? i certainly hope so.
i didn’t sign any “waivers” to talk about the word “waver.”
I really hope that’s what it means. i’m sure it could be a bunch of other shit, but who knows.
Waver is a permission slip to do something. A small sheet of paper that some foreign and far off person sends to allow you to do what you want. In stark and plain language, it makes no sense… it’s capitalistic bullshit
I don’t know what this word means.
Does it mean to wander? Or wave a hand? Waver about? I have no clue.
Waver….waver….
NO. I don’t know. Should I look it up…? Mrs.Tremblay would tell me to look waver up if i didn’t know
i shall not waver i will sit in silence and listen to my inner knowing that tells me i am loved and loving and that my heart is opening not closing it’s just that i’ve never felt the terror of truly opening my heart before and trusting that what i feel inside me in this single moment is the only reality.
i shall not waver i will sit in silence and listen to my inner knowing that tells me i am loved and loving and that my heart is opening not closing it’s just that i’ve never felt the terror of truly opening my heart before and trusting that what i feel inside me in this single moet is the only reality.
Two choices – either would be good. So I waver between the two but never decide.
i have no idea what it is . it sounds like wafer. it hase the word wave in it. i dont like the litter w. it has 2 sylables. at has 2 vouls in it. rhymes with flavour. sounds like someone who waves at people.
She sat in the window and watched him drive away. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She folded her arms across her chest, held herself awkwardly… Restraint was strange and new: she had always been a waver.
He felt himself begin to waver, as he stood by the window. What if he fell forward? What if the window just opened and he fell forward. Leaning, he looked down and saw the cement. How did anyone stand at the top of a building and decide “Yep, this is a good idea.” Did they pray they had a heart attack? Of course, if they believed prayer could work, they wouldn’t be there. David was not a religious man. He took a step back…and then another.
there are times someone faces life’s challenges and it is up to them to not waver. It can define who they are or decide the course of their future; or maybe be wiped by a wave of indecision where their life has been decided for them.
Waver. I guess it has something to do with waving something. I am waving a flag, but instead of waving, as a verb, it’s probably an adjectif. A waver – y object. I actually don’t know what waver is. Wave, water, watering, wavering, i don’t know where it would come from, end.
She did not waver in her resolve, though the ostracization by a family that failed to understand her grievances was almost enough to make her crack under the pressure. Pet peeves were troublesome things, and nearly impossible to get rid of, just like family.
She sat in the window and watched him drive away. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt awkward with her arms across her chest: she had always been a waver.
“If you would waver in your loyalty to me, young knight, then you shall suffer a most horrific death, and an even worse afterlife.”
I rose to my feet, shaking. The king stood before me, sword in his hand. So that was it. I was finally a knight. I was finally going to be taken seriously.
But there was no way I would serve this kingdom when another waited for me just beyond the corner.
Sign the waver, sign your life away. Sign away the happiness and the freedom to the unknown leader of what we trust so much.
I received the waver. It’s the day I’ve been waiting for for months. Finally, I can return to the game I love. No more excuses, no more managers screaming “you can’t play”. I would jump for joy except that I’d probably hurt something and have to start all over again.
waves ocean sea breeze nature chemical fluid pattern storm salt surf sport sky space limits crash vortex spin turbulent wager
ly place the girl. the spritley trouble maker. magically moving. infecting. smiling forward in stereo. surround laughter. echo. warmth from my chest. beating to the rythmn of reflected joy. closer. to touch. the feel of her breath. colder. colder. stronger. forced. reality awakens. the ghosts disappear. grey outlines. grey page. the sounds of wind and rain. never stopping. just fading out. to the cacophony. the confines of the world. back in my shell. safe in my shell. alone in my shell. a ghost in my shell.
one word stop moving i said stop moving stop wavering i cant help it yes you can stop moving i cant stop moving stop moving NOW NOW RIGHT NOW stop moving this instant waver im wavering wavering is awesome waver waver gotta keep wavering
A waver is a thing used to describe something like and idea , disease or a store etc. When i hear the word waver i get bummed out because it is usually something really boring or something bad like describing if you have a disease and how to cope with it .