Approaching the resort, apprehension bubbled and pulsated in my brain. I wavered backwards, and the scene in front of me became hazy, as my brain grew heavy. My conclusion is that I have watched far too many scary movies to be staying at a hostel.
This word can either be a noun or a verb. When used as a noun, it reflects anything from an innocent boy trying to talk to a girl to the way you address a golf ball to the way a president deals with foreign policy. When used as a verb, it indicates one’s action when addressing nouns (i.e., how one begins to act in a situation).
Sloane
an approach is when you let a little of your guard down, you take a step towards something new and extraordinary. you don’t really know what will haooen. all you know is that you are willing to take this risk, regardless if it will make you end up where you want to be. its a jump into the unknown…
Approach someone you don’t know every day. It will make you more friends, help you network, and just kick you out of your comfort zone. Approaching someone can be the scariest thing you will ever do but will make job interviews so much easier.
Bethany
to approach someone means taking a step. a step into the unknown, where you aren’t quiet sure what will happen. but that’s trusting someone. trusting the unknown is something we do everyday without realizing it.
bob
I approached the homely man sitting on the street corner. He was sitting in nothing but rags and a thread-bare coat. His eyes were distant as if he were visiting another time completely. I didn’t want to shake him out of his trance, but hit a;lfkjdl;k
there was a moment that hung between them like a pane of glass
when he met her eyes and she his
and he thought “speak”
and she thought “speak”
the moment before speaking and where speaking led
this was what she remembered, years later,
when he would not speak and she watched the back of his head
retreat retreat
“Cerca. Vení más cerca. No alcanza todavía. Si, un poquito más.” … “Buuuummmmm!” … “Te sustaste, he? No, no vayas, quedate. No te enojes. Simplemente quise hacerte una pequeña prueba. Y – tataaaaa! – la pasaste. Entra y te voy a hacer sentir rico. … Te ves linda cuando estás asustada.”
“Approach, and be identified!”
She hated that robot, that voice. That snarky bitch, always catching me when I don’t have my card, don’t have it, lost it, can’t find it, it’s in my purse, it’s at home, it’s. She always asks me when I don’t have it, never when I do and then she makes me late, AGAIN.
emily
approach me. love of my life, grab me by the hands and show me your naked palms. it’s a promise. wherever you are, out there. i’ll be here, waiting..
I feel my main difference between youth and young adulthood through my desire to stop sitting back and waiting for things. Instead I chase, I pursue after with everything I have and I fall asleep quickly at the end of the night knowing I did all that I could and enjoying that thought. And the joy of having the chance to do it again tomorrow wakes me up in the morning and lets me sleep taht night.
The approach was tricky. There was a huge pine tree to the left of the jump, which cast a shadow just in front it. I knew my horse’s eyes weren’t going to adjust fast enough to judge the distance, so I put my leg on, and rode forward.
I was approachable. And he wasn’t afraid to approach me. That’s what caused all of this. Now I’m like a disease. I want to be with him, but at the same time, it’s causing me to lose so much. Now I am approached by no one but him.
approach.
do i approach the situation, or do i back away?
do i stand up for these people and help, or do i shy away an ashamed fool?
it’s a question asked by humans quite often really.
but people need to stop thinking for theirselves, and think for people
if YOU don’t approach the problem… who will?
don’t come near me, I’m warning you. I have a gun and I know how to use it. No, not really, I just picked this thing up off the ground because it looked cool. But that makes me even more dangerous, and if you come near even once, I’ll shoot you in the face
Elizabeth
How will I approach this?
Cautiously? with much planning and insight beforehand? I don’t want anything to go wrong, I don’t want anybody to get hurt. So I’ll figure out the future before I take that risk.
But then again, who am I to claim I can foresee what is to come?
Perhaps I shall tackle it headlong, thrusting sensibility aside for the heady sensation of free falling into unknown heartlands. Perhaps.
The police failed to take her approach seriously; and so, she had nothing to do but resort to another approach. She stood up and kicked the man where she had stabbed him. “Get up, roach,” she hissed. She kicked him again, and again, each time remembering the way he had approached her from behind that night, and what he did to her.
I approached you and you looked down.
You were almost my height. A very small man with a very normal face and lovely empty nickel eyes behind empty glasses.
You looked down, but it was dark, dark and asphault and no light at all and the city, or the sprawl, the r
Ann Manov
Approach, appreciate, contemplate. You won’t always have this stability. Learn to let go of that obsessive need for control. (Insert scenario here) won’t go away because you faced it with a smile.
No matter what you do..No matter the approach you take…it will come back to bite you in the behind! Approach should be something that we all consider and we all heed as necessary when interacting with other humans…however its usually something that is never considered, becasue the world is a self -centered place and people only thing about things from their own point of view without considering how someone else might see things or react or even interpret it.
Approach, appreciate, contemplate. You won’t always have this stability. Learn to let go of that obsessive need for control. (Insert scenario here) won’t go away because you faced it with a smile.
At least you’ve smiled.
Sam
Approach cautiously, warily, patiently; as though towards a skittish horse. Don’t startle, don’t threaten. New relationships need time to develop and grow.
I look at a piece of paper differently than I look at the computer screen or a blank canvass. I envision the work differently, I see different strokes of my arm. While my approach to creation changes with the medium, my approach to creativity itself remains the same. I try to keep an open mind and accept all ideas that come my way through the subconscious.
Situations seem delicate at times. They can try your patience and your skill. Try not to over do it. Try not to do to little. Come correct, leave proper. First impressions are lasting. Forever remembered for your approach.
It took six seconds to approach the window. Balancing on one legs is not easy. You hop to the window and you think you stumble. Luckily since you are not affected by gravity anymore you make it.
Eric
I could feel my palms beginning to sweat as I approached her with this news, this wretched news. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to continue toward her, dreading her reaction, dreading her tears. I touched her shoulder lightly and she turned to face me, smiling radiantly. It was all I could do not to burst into tears right then, knowing that in moments I would shatter that smile.
ive been dying to approach you for so long. to say , “HI! its been so long since we talked! i . miss. you!” budt no. Thats not gonna happen is it? why is it so hard for us to see that we were meant to be together? dont you have the same feelings too? i wish we could approach each otehr and realize the truth, then maybe things would go back to how they were meant to be….
I was walking into the classroom and saw a student inside. It was early in the morning and I thought I was the first one to get to school. Wait… I was. So how did this student get in here? All of the sudden the students turns around and then DISAPPEARS. Is this my past haunting me?
Cate
As I get closer
Past the wall
Pretending all’s well
Reaching the destination
On the other side
Across the bridge
Can I finally
Hear you say I love you
Dear Paul,
It’s been five years since your passing, yet I see you in our daughter each day. She’s named Avery. You were sent back to God before having the chance to meet her, but I wanted you to know that she’s grown to be such a lively young girl – she’s really smart, too. She has your baby blues, you know, and your freckles! She looks just like you.
Approach is almost everything. When you have to rely a message – especially one that will not be easily accepted or desired – you have to seek a good approach. You have to base your approach on: who is my audience, what are their goals, dreams, and prejudices? If you have a good approach, you’ve won 80% of the battle.
Dear Paul,
It’s been five years since your passing, yet I see you in our daughter each day. She’s named her Avery. You were sent back to God before having the chance to meet her, but I wanted you to know that she’s grown to be such a lively young girl – she’s really smart, too. She has your baby blues, you know, and your freckles! She’s looks just like you.
As the lights dim around him,
Leslie’s pace slows
and his steps echo
beat after beat after beat
down the coldwhitelinoleum path of the darkened hallway
A electric hum charges the air
Buzzing Loud
then silence then LOUD
He approached me with a sinister look on his face, but as soon as I blinked it was gone, he handed me a graphing calculator and I read the words on the screen, “will you go out with me?” it read. “Seriously?” That lasted all of 1 1/2 days…
He was approachable, standing there under the street light. His hair was dark and curly and his face had that semi smirk attached to it. The one that said “Hey I’m here, are you going to come over and say hello, or am I just going to look good by myself” She sighed and bit her lip thinking about what to do. Should she head over and approach him? Should she risk everything in her future for a few moments of bliss with him under the street light? She wasn’t sure what she should do…
Wendy
The driveway is ‘the approach’. She clicked her nails as she told me this piece of information. ‘I don’t like what that girl did to my cuticles. Get it fixed.’
Approaching the resort, apprehension bubbled and pulsated in my brain. I wavered backwards, and the scene in front of me became hazy, as my brain grew heavy. My conclusion is that I have watched far too many scary movies to be staying at a hostel.
This word can either be a noun or a verb. When used as a noun, it reflects anything from an innocent boy trying to talk to a girl to the way you address a golf ball to the way a president deals with foreign policy. When used as a verb, it indicates one’s action when addressing nouns (i.e., how one begins to act in a situation).
an approach is when you let a little of your guard down, you take a step towards something new and extraordinary. you don’t really know what will haooen. all you know is that you are willing to take this risk, regardless if it will make you end up where you want to be. its a jump into the unknown…
Approach someone you don’t know every day. It will make you more friends, help you network, and just kick you out of your comfort zone. Approaching someone can be the scariest thing you will ever do but will make job interviews so much easier.
to approach someone means taking a step. a step into the unknown, where you aren’t quiet sure what will happen. but that’s trusting someone. trusting the unknown is something we do everyday without realizing it.
I approached the homely man sitting on the street corner. He was sitting in nothing but rags and a thread-bare coat. His eyes were distant as if he were visiting another time completely. I didn’t want to shake him out of his trance, but hit a;lfkjdl;k
there was a moment that hung between them like a pane of glass
when he met her eyes and she his
and he thought “speak”
and she thought “speak”
the moment before speaking and where speaking led
this was what she remembered, years later,
when he would not speak and she watched the back of his head
retreat retreat
“Cerca. Vení más cerca. No alcanza todavía. Si, un poquito más.” … “Buuuummmmm!” … “Te sustaste, he? No, no vayas, quedate. No te enojes. Simplemente quise hacerte una pequeña prueba. Y – tataaaaa! – la pasaste. Entra y te voy a hacer sentir rico. … Te ves linda cuando estás asustada.”
“Approach, and be identified!”
She hated that robot, that voice. That snarky bitch, always catching me when I don’t have my card, don’t have it, lost it, can’t find it, it’s in my purse, it’s at home, it’s. She always asks me when I don’t have it, never when I do and then she makes me late, AGAIN.
approach me. love of my life, grab me by the hands and show me your naked palms. it’s a promise. wherever you are, out there. i’ll be here, waiting..
I feel my main difference between youth and young adulthood through my desire to stop sitting back and waiting for things. Instead I chase, I pursue after with everything I have and I fall asleep quickly at the end of the night knowing I did all that I could and enjoying that thought. And the joy of having the chance to do it again tomorrow wakes me up in the morning and lets me sleep taht night.
Approaching people is a skill that I have seemed to mastered in my short time here on earth. I quite like that fact about me.
The approach was tricky. There was a huge pine tree to the left of the jump, which cast a shadow just in front it. I knew my horse’s eyes weren’t going to adjust fast enough to judge the distance, so I put my leg on, and rode forward.
I was approachable. And he wasn’t afraid to approach me. That’s what caused all of this. Now I’m like a disease. I want to be with him, but at the same time, it’s causing me to lose so much. Now I am approached by no one but him.
approach.
do i approach the situation, or do i back away?
do i stand up for these people and help, or do i shy away an ashamed fool?
it’s a question asked by humans quite often really.
but people need to stop thinking for theirselves, and think for people
if YOU don’t approach the problem… who will?
don’t come near me, I’m warning you. I have a gun and I know how to use it. No, not really, I just picked this thing up off the ground because it looked cool. But that makes me even more dangerous, and if you come near even once, I’ll shoot you in the face
How will I approach this?
Cautiously? with much planning and insight beforehand? I don’t want anything to go wrong, I don’t want anybody to get hurt. So I’ll figure out the future before I take that risk.
But then again, who am I to claim I can foresee what is to come?
Perhaps I shall tackle it headlong, thrusting sensibility aside for the heady sensation of free falling into unknown heartlands. Perhaps.
The police failed to take her approach seriously; and so, she had nothing to do but resort to another approach. She stood up and kicked the man where she had stabbed him. “Get up, roach,” she hissed. She kicked him again, and again, each time remembering the way he had approached her from behind that night, and what he did to her.
I approached you and you looked down.
You were almost my height. A very small man with a very normal face and lovely empty nickel eyes behind empty glasses.
You looked down, but it was dark, dark and asphault and no light at all and the city, or the sprawl, the r
Approach, appreciate, contemplate. You won’t always have this stability. Learn to let go of that obsessive need for control. (Insert scenario here) won’t go away because you faced it with a smile.
At least you’ve smiled.
No matter what you do..No matter the approach you take…it will come back to bite you in the behind! Approach should be something that we all consider and we all heed as necessary when interacting with other humans…however its usually something that is never considered, becasue the world is a self -centered place and people only thing about things from their own point of view without considering how someone else might see things or react or even interpret it.
Approach, appreciate, contemplate. You won’t always have this stability. Learn to let go of that obsessive need for control. (Insert scenario here) won’t go away because you faced it with a smile.
At least you’ve smiled.
Approach cautiously, warily, patiently; as though towards a skittish horse. Don’t startle, don’t threaten. New relationships need time to develop and grow.
I look at a piece of paper differently than I look at the computer screen or a blank canvass. I envision the work differently, I see different strokes of my arm. While my approach to creation changes with the medium, my approach to creativity itself remains the same. I try to keep an open mind and accept all ideas that come my way through the subconscious.
I was afraid to approach him. It would kill it,- kill this thing that we had going- something so magical. Reality isn’t magical at all.
Caoimhe approached Caid after the workout that morning. “You don’t have any finals until tomorrow, do you?”
“No.”
“So do you have time for Caoimhe and Caid time?”
“Because Caoimhe did so much of my essay for me, I definitely, definitely do.”
“Yay!”
“What are you up to today?”
“Not much, so whatever time you want to give me, I will embrace whole heartedly. Nothing going on until later for me.”
“Nice.” He kissed her on the nose.
approach me, i won’t bite.
Situations seem delicate at times. They can try your patience and your skill. Try not to over do it. Try not to do to little. Come correct, leave proper. First impressions are lasting. Forever remembered for your approach.
It took six seconds to approach the window. Balancing on one legs is not easy. You hop to the window and you think you stumble. Luckily since you are not affected by gravity anymore you make it.
I could feel my palms beginning to sweat as I approached her with this news, this wretched news. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to continue toward her, dreading her reaction, dreading her tears. I touched her shoulder lightly and she turned to face me, smiling radiantly. It was all I could do not to burst into tears right then, knowing that in moments I would shatter that smile.
ive been dying to approach you for so long. to say , “HI! its been so long since we talked! i . miss. you!” budt no. Thats not gonna happen is it? why is it so hard for us to see that we were meant to be together? dont you have the same feelings too? i wish we could approach each otehr and realize the truth, then maybe things would go back to how they were meant to be….
I was walking into the classroom and saw a student inside. It was early in the morning and I thought I was the first one to get to school. Wait… I was. So how did this student get in here? All of the sudden the students turns around and then DISAPPEARS. Is this my past haunting me?
As I get closer
Past the wall
Pretending all’s well
Reaching the destination
On the other side
Across the bridge
Can I finally
Hear you say I love you
Dear Paul,
It’s been five years since your passing, yet I see you in our daughter each day. She’s named Avery. You were sent back to God before having the chance to meet her, but I wanted you to know that she’s grown to be such a lively young girl – she’s really smart, too. She has your baby blues, you know, and your freckles! She looks just like you.
Approach is almost everything. When you have to rely a message – especially one that will not be easily accepted or desired – you have to seek a good approach. You have to base your approach on: who is my audience, what are their goals, dreams, and prejudices? If you have a good approach, you’ve won 80% of the battle.
Dear Paul,
It’s been five years since your passing, yet I see you in our daughter each day. She’s named her Avery. You were sent back to God before having the chance to meet her, but I wanted you to know that she’s grown to be such a lively young girl – she’s really smart, too. She has your baby blues, you know, and your freckles! She’s looks just like you.
As the lights dim around him,
Leslie’s pace slows
and his steps echo
beat after beat after beat
down the coldwhitelinoleum path of the darkened hallway
A electric hum charges the air
Buzzing Loud
then silence then LOUD
He approached me with a sinister look on his face, but as soon as I blinked it was gone, he handed me a graphing calculator and I read the words on the screen, “will you go out with me?” it read. “Seriously?” That lasted all of 1 1/2 days…
He was approachable, standing there under the street light. His hair was dark and curly and his face had that semi smirk attached to it. The one that said “Hey I’m here, are you going to come over and say hello, or am I just going to look good by myself” She sighed and bit her lip thinking about what to do. Should she head over and approach him? Should she risk everything in her future for a few moments of bliss with him under the street light? She wasn’t sure what she should do…
The driveway is ‘the approach’. She clicked her nails as she told me this piece of information. ‘I don’t like what that girl did to my cuticles. Get it fixed.’