A beautiful disaster happened that day, the collision wreaked havoc on the frail structures of the truck and the tractor, their metal twisted like some sculpture signifying the destructive creation of the universe. The lorries load, a rich plethora of paints, was spilled across the tarmac, laying delicately like a butterfly sunning it’s wings. Though there was pain and injury, the lasting sentiment from that day was the art of chaos, an antithesis of joy from suffering.
Her life had become the antithesis of all she meant to do. This was the last straw. Back to the drawing board, with multi-colored markers. Permanent markers.
Delaney
She lay on the green grass facing up. A slight breeze blew her hair across her face. She smelled the distinct sweet scent of cut grass. The sun warmed her face. Dark clouds began to fill the once blue skies. The sun disappeared and a chill filled the air, she shivered. Droplets began to fall from above. The smell of death suddenly lingered in the air as the trees began to sway violently on this suddenly dark day.
Tranquility and Chaos.
Amanda
She was the antithesis of beauty – thick-set, dark-browed, short-legged. And yet she had the most fascinating curl to her broad and sensuous lips.
Why is it that my good intentions and my behaviour work in opposite directions. It is as if willing something to happen for all good reasons kills my motivation, as though my active spirit in the here and now is the antithesis of my future self. It behaves like a spendthrift, leaving my future self poor with few options.
it was everything that i detested. It directly contradicted my wishes for the life ahead of her. Living this life, with this thug of a man was the worst thing that I could imagine for my child.
I did it just now first I didn’t get it but soon I get it
www I am Korean so I am making so many typing mistake how about u guys? no time ahhhh
joonseo
This word is about opposite word
if i say yes antithesis have to be no
did u get it???
hahahaha
joonseo
something that you write in your dissertation. Goes against the thesis. Disproves what you had thought. I’m not entirely sure what this means. i think it also means something to do with knowledge, perhaps knowledge you learn after an experience? also a scientific thing, maybe like photosynthesis? lol i’m an idiot :(
roxi
We all have our own beliefs and are guided by certain undeniable truth, However they are those who would like to place stumbling blocks in our path with all types of antithesis that is of no effect what soever.
No reaction. She sat there not moving a muscle in her face. I watched her and wondered what went on inside her head. I was filled with joy and she was filled with bitterness it seemed. What went one inside her head?
M
i just don’t know what the helll this word means and iam not even thinking about writing about this…
why am i not thinking i dont know..thesis means something related to a thing which describes about a certain system or a method that has been followed..anti..which means opposite..so basing on these two i simply say anything that oppresses a certain theory basing or saying that the matter that has been described in the base is false..
prasanth
Yoochun would say, no, we’re both men, but he would kiss Jaejoong on the lips like nothing in the world mattered.
Jaejoong’s addicted. Drowning. He’s afraid, but he can’t break out of the poisonous circle. He goes in again, for Yoochun’s denial., and his touch.
southernpumpkin
a very pretty word that I don’t know how to handle
I have no idea what that means but I guess it means something or someone who is against writing thesis for classes. I mean I hate coming up or planning a thesis for an essay because there is always no where to start. Who knows maybe there is a group out there for people who have a hatred for thesis. I’d sure join if that were an option.
Lina
I really don’t know how to use this word……what is it again? yes ‘Antithesis’ but i will find that out.
Hero and antihero are strangely one in the same, so while not a villain, the moral ambiguity shades could be described as a host of foggy, smoggy, gritty grays.
the opposite of thesis is the place i live
the only whereabouts of the last known survivor is in the place where i blink
these are the last words i can write without knowing what i am against.
oscar
He is all grinning cockiness and sneering sarcasm. The prodigal son. He has been told from an early age that he is special, that he is so much more than the average child. Gifted and bright, a force to be reckoned with.
She was the antithesis of him. She was smart in her own way, and that led her to keep her head down. Away from the spotlight he so craved. She isn’t delusional enough to think of herself as more, and so justly set herself up for a life of as few disappointments as possible. He had words for what she was doing—snide, whispered things that were said when he didn’t care enough to check if she was within hearing range: “idiot, fool, incompetent, stupid, failure.”
She heard everything. But years had toughened her skin to the point where his words could not burrow into her, tear her apart from the inside out.
Funny, she thinks. He sounds just like her parents.
All of my thoughts contradicted each other, nothing made any sense. I found myself slipping, unable to determine the difference between reality and false facts and ideals. My mind is poison, and there is no escaping the constant question:
Who am I?
Fear is an antithesis of courage
She is an antithesis of her beliefs
Laughing is an antithesis of sorrow
Heloise
What is the opposite of being true to your friends? Would it be suing them? Because I’m suing Mario. Heck, I don’t mind burning this bridge if it’ll keep me from going into debt. I might make money. And really, money can buy me a whole new set of friends. Not to mention tuition…
antithesis struggling, a pauper on the highway’s edge. rustling through newspaper dandruff. always the beggar, mango hand, cool cool cherry in a plastic bag, or is it something else, wild twirling madmen become sane when they ask for a dollar, then start twirling again.
antithesis, i’ve already written about this word
scrolling
looking
sadness
looming
will i find another word soon?
will i find another world soon?
madi
i am totally antithesis of what i have been taught all my life by my family.
Ammy
antithesis, i know nothing about this word. it sounds like it could be an animal or a rare disease, not quite sure which one yet. or a magical kingdom; thats very far away. i like that idea. antithesis, tit tit tit i. hesis. sis. sister, brother, connections? ant, small, young, doomed.
sadness
awaiting
madi
adversity never leaves even in the face of success.you are your own worst enemy. the most basic thoughts are mostly loneliness.
cl
the opposite of a hero, who helps him some way that makes the difference in the story. When will the villain have his chance? He is only just a victim of the chaos of the world, after all. Life is messy and complicated, nothing is ever black and white. Decisions makes us or break us, only if we let them. To all the villains:
The antithesis of fear is peace. Or calmness. Or bravery. I’m not really sure actually. I just no that I’m none of those things. I really don’t think that I’m scared. But I’m not at peace or calm about anything right now.
i have absolutely no idea what this word means. It makes me angry for reasons unknown. When I hear it, I think of Satan. When I see it, I think of Ed Norton. It turns all of my bad feelings into good feelings, while simultaneously making me want to vomit.
Marcus
She brushed her fingertips along the walls like railings,
her feet moving fast from bridge to bridge, over the slick waters
that parted like crowds. Below her, vast caverns yawned, their
depths damp and comforting; below those, the multitudes of eyes
watched and whimpered busy whimpers. The surface dwellers might
have had skyscrapers, but below, they had just as grand a
kingdom.
She had always been my antithesis. On my wedding day, she wore black to offset my white. I played with dolls, and she ripped their heads off. I went to college, and she fell into performing in an unknown city in an unknown town. I called her and left a message, and she deleted it with a grin.
He lay in the dark, sipping tepid water. The liquid felt helpless on his cold chapped lips. It was twilight, but a blanket of dead clouds smothered the sun. There was no escape. He would wait, but his friends would never arrive.
He was the antithesis of her personality. She crashed through the room like a hurricane, leaving behind the broken pieces for him to clean up. Her devastating aftermath was matched with his calm waves, the saltiness of ocean tears mingling with the shattered and forgotten.
every morning, at crisp dawn
the fox meets with the timid dawn
a toddler day tumbles hasty to meet
a gray night, on the horizon they greet
an ocean of grass sparked with due
the sky a purple reddish hue
Everything that comes out of your mouth is the antithesis of logic, she screamed at me, and I just smiled back at her and said, “You’re right!” She froze, staring at me, unsure of whether or not to get angry at me for saying that.
tonykeyesjapan
Hot, cold, black white, dark night, daylight, fire, water, hate love, trust, dimentia
Where does this go? At the end of the paper claiming that gosh, look I didn’t just argue the opposite of what I said I would. This is the antithesis. It will fight your thesis statement to the death.
A beautiful disaster happened that day, the collision wreaked havoc on the frail structures of the truck and the tractor, their metal twisted like some sculpture signifying the destructive creation of the universe. The lorries load, a rich plethora of paints, was spilled across the tarmac, laying delicately like a butterfly sunning it’s wings. Though there was pain and injury, the lasting sentiment from that day was the art of chaos, an antithesis of joy from suffering.
Her life had become the antithesis of all she meant to do. This was the last straw. Back to the drawing board, with multi-colored markers. Permanent markers.
She lay on the green grass facing up. A slight breeze blew her hair across her face. She smelled the distinct sweet scent of cut grass. The sun warmed her face. Dark clouds began to fill the once blue skies. The sun disappeared and a chill filled the air, she shivered. Droplets began to fall from above. The smell of death suddenly lingered in the air as the trees began to sway violently on this suddenly dark day.
Tranquility and Chaos.
She was the antithesis of beauty – thick-set, dark-browed, short-legged. And yet she had the most fascinating curl to her broad and sensuous lips.
Why is it that my good intentions and my behaviour work in opposite directions. It is as if willing something to happen for all good reasons kills my motivation, as though my active spirit in the here and now is the antithesis of my future self. It behaves like a spendthrift, leaving my future self poor with few options.
it was everything that i detested. It directly contradicted my wishes for the life ahead of her. Living this life, with this thug of a man was the worst thing that I could imagine for my child.
balance
opposites
the antithesis of our generation is living
I did it just now first I didn’t get it but soon I get it
www I am Korean so I am making so many typing mistake how about u guys? no time ahhhh
This word is about opposite word
if i say yes antithesis have to be no
did u get it???
hahahaha
something that you write in your dissertation. Goes against the thesis. Disproves what you had thought. I’m not entirely sure what this means. i think it also means something to do with knowledge, perhaps knowledge you learn after an experience? also a scientific thing, maybe like photosynthesis? lol i’m an idiot :(
We all have our own beliefs and are guided by certain undeniable truth, However they are those who would like to place stumbling blocks in our path with all types of antithesis that is of no effect what soever.
No reaction. She sat there not moving a muscle in her face. I watched her and wondered what went on inside her head. I was filled with joy and she was filled with bitterness it seemed. What went one inside her head?
i just don’t know what the helll this word means and iam not even thinking about writing about this…
why am i not thinking i dont know..thesis means something related to a thing which describes about a certain system or a method that has been followed..anti..which means opposite..so basing on these two i simply say anything that oppresses a certain theory basing or saying that the matter that has been described in the base is false..
Yoochun would say, no, we’re both men, but he would kiss Jaejoong on the lips like nothing in the world mattered.
Jaejoong’s addicted. Drowning. He’s afraid, but he can’t break out of the poisonous circle. He goes in again, for Yoochun’s denial., and his touch.
a very pretty word that I don’t know how to handle
I have no idea what that means but I guess it means something or someone who is against writing thesis for classes. I mean I hate coming up or planning a thesis for an essay because there is always no where to start. Who knows maybe there is a group out there for people who have a hatred for thesis. I’d sure join if that were an option.
I really don’t know how to use this word……what is it again? yes ‘Antithesis’ but i will find that out.
Hero and antihero are strangely one in the same, so while not a villain, the moral ambiguity shades could be described as a host of foggy, smoggy, gritty grays.
the opposite of thesis is the place i live
the only whereabouts of the last known survivor is in the place where i blink
these are the last words i can write without knowing what i am against.
He is all grinning cockiness and sneering sarcasm. The prodigal son. He has been told from an early age that he is special, that he is so much more than the average child. Gifted and bright, a force to be reckoned with.
She was the antithesis of him. She was smart in her own way, and that led her to keep her head down. Away from the spotlight he so craved. She isn’t delusional enough to think of herself as more, and so justly set herself up for a life of as few disappointments as possible. He had words for what she was doing—snide, whispered things that were said when he didn’t care enough to check if she was within hearing range: “idiot, fool, incompetent, stupid, failure.”
She heard everything. But years had toughened her skin to the point where his words could not burrow into her, tear her apart from the inside out.
Funny, she thinks. He sounds just like her parents.
All of my thoughts contradicted each other, nothing made any sense. I found myself slipping, unable to determine the difference between reality and false facts and ideals. My mind is poison, and there is no escaping the constant question:
Who am I?
opposites
Fear is an antithesis of courage
She is an antithesis of her beliefs
Laughing is an antithesis of sorrow
What is the opposite of being true to your friends? Would it be suing them? Because I’m suing Mario. Heck, I don’t mind burning this bridge if it’ll keep me from going into debt. I might make money. And really, money can buy me a whole new set of friends. Not to mention tuition…
antithesis struggling, a pauper on the highway’s edge. rustling through newspaper dandruff. always the beggar, mango hand, cool cool cherry in a plastic bag, or is it something else, wild twirling madmen become sane when they ask for a dollar, then start twirling again.
antithesis, i’ve already written about this word
scrolling
looking
sadness
looming
will i find another word soon?
will i find another world soon?
i am totally antithesis of what i have been taught all my life by my family.
antithesis, i know nothing about this word. it sounds like it could be an animal or a rare disease, not quite sure which one yet. or a magical kingdom; thats very far away. i like that idea. antithesis, tit tit tit i. hesis. sis. sister, brother, connections? ant, small, young, doomed.
sadness
awaiting
adversity never leaves even in the face of success.you are your own worst enemy. the most basic thoughts are mostly loneliness.
the opposite of a hero, who helps him some way that makes the difference in the story. When will the villain have his chance? He is only just a victim of the chaos of the world, after all. Life is messy and complicated, nothing is ever black and white. Decisions makes us or break us, only if we let them. To all the villains:
The antithesis of fear is peace. Or calmness. Or bravery. I’m not really sure actually. I just no that I’m none of those things. I really don’t think that I’m scared. But I’m not at peace or calm about anything right now.
i have absolutely no idea what this word means. It makes me angry for reasons unknown. When I hear it, I think of Satan. When I see it, I think of Ed Norton. It turns all of my bad feelings into good feelings, while simultaneously making me want to vomit.
She brushed her fingertips along the walls like railings,
her feet moving fast from bridge to bridge, over the slick waters
that parted like crowds. Below her, vast caverns yawned, their
depths damp and comforting; below those, the multitudes of eyes
watched and whimpered busy whimpers. The surface dwellers might
have had skyscrapers, but below, they had just as grand a
kingdom.
She had always been my antithesis. On my wedding day, she wore black to offset my white. I played with dolls, and she ripped their heads off. I went to college, and she fell into performing in an unknown city in an unknown town. I called her and left a message, and she deleted it with a grin.
He lay in the dark, sipping tepid water. The liquid felt helpless on his cold chapped lips. It was twilight, but a blanket of dead clouds smothered the sun. There was no escape. He would wait, but his friends would never arrive.
He was the antithesis of her personality. She crashed through the room like a hurricane, leaving behind the broken pieces for him to clean up. Her devastating aftermath was matched with his calm waves, the saltiness of ocean tears mingling with the shattered and forgotten.
Hot/cold
Love/hate
Chocolate/vanilla
Herbivore/omnivore
Sister/brother
God/satan
every morning, at crisp dawn
the fox meets with the timid dawn
a toddler day tumbles hasty to meet
a gray night, on the horizon they greet
an ocean of grass sparked with due
the sky a purple reddish hue
Everything that comes out of your mouth is the antithesis of logic, she screamed at me, and I just smiled back at her and said, “You’re right!” She froze, staring at me, unsure of whether or not to get angry at me for saying that.
Hot, cold, black white, dark night, daylight, fire, water, hate love, trust, dimentia
Where does this go? At the end of the paper claiming that gosh, look I didn’t just argue the opposite of what I said I would. This is the antithesis. It will fight your thesis statement to the death.