“I can’t compensate for your mistakes,” I sigh, as she pleads me to lie for her. Why doesn’t she see that I can’t. It’s too hard. She starts to cry and, although I knew this would happen I nod. “I’ll do it, fine, but just this last time,”
He was weak, he thought, taking out the first glass shard from his arm, vulnerable (another shard), utterly pathetic (a bigger shard), a disgrace (oh, God, that one really hurt). He had no way to fix his flaw, but he could learn to compensate. He also had to pay for that damned window.
compensation is giving up something that normally other would not give up. Does this necessarily mean that everyone should give up something? Would one give up hatred for love and what are the benefits of doing so? comp-en-sate – completely giving in to help others? isn’t that similar to
He is pretty well compensated for his work. He does an amazing job all the time. Really, I don’t know how he does it. I think it is becasue he loves his job so much. He has such passion for it. You can see and feel it on him. He carries such enthusiasm. Its great!
Heba Morsi
one day an old man and woman had to compensate with someone to get their house back. it was very hard. they had to travel all the way to Califorina.
Chloe
When my back hurts I try not to compensate by leaning on my cane or counting on others to help me with the things I need to do for myself.
if i do this for you, i need to get paid. this is extremely delicate work and i stand to lose much more than i gain if it goes wrong. its my ass on the line and not yours, so pay me up front, and what i get stays mine. capice?
In truth, he doesn’t love her (it’s alright though, because she doesn’t love him either.) It could be worse though; at least they get on alright. Sometimes, he hears her in the bathroom, compensating.
Sasha
You can’t compensate the mess this whole thing has made. Throw money, throw a fit, or throw me in jail, it doesn’t matter. I’m doing this alone now.
People who work hard must be compensated, we all know that.
However, that is not always the case; the ones who work the most are forgotten in favor of those who don’t do much, but talk a lot.
This is when inequality manifests itself. Inadequate compensation causes a rift in society.
I will always try to compensate a person if he or she has done something worthy of mention. If I compensate a person that will make that person feel appreciated. That person will strive to improve herself so I will compensate her again. Society in general will improve.
Cuche Ratatouille
Carl bought the fancy car, new clothing, and latest Samsung. But every time she came near him, his tongue wrapped itself in knots, leaving him staring down at his fancy new suede-covered feet.
It told me not to think, and here I am, thinking instead of writing. “Compensate” does not inspire me. I feel that I do not connect with this word in any way at all.
Mandy
To compensate my silence, I sent him an image. It was me, but I was different in it. It had my outline, my smile, and my eyes, but from inside it wasn’t hollow any longer, it was stuffed with feeling.
happyrabbit
To compensate for things you feel are not your fault is very hard. However, sometimes you have to swallow your own opinions and take the time to listen to someone else, as long as you’re still true to yourself.
“I can’t compensate for your mistakes,” I sigh, as she pleads me to lie for her. Why doesn’t she see that I can’t. It’s too hard. She starts to cry and, although I knew this would happen I nod. “I’ll do it, fine, but just this last time,”
He was weak, he thought, taking out the first glass shard from his arm, vulnerable (another shard), utterly pathetic (a bigger shard), a disgrace (oh, God, that one really hurt). He had no way to fix his flaw, but he could learn to compensate. He also had to pay for that damned window.
compensation is giving up something that normally other would not give up. Does this necessarily mean that everyone should give up something? Would one give up hatred for love and what are the benefits of doing so? comp-en-sate – completely giving in to help others? isn’t that similar to
He is pretty well compensated for his work. He does an amazing job all the time. Really, I don’t know how he does it. I think it is becasue he loves his job so much. He has such passion for it. You can see and feel it on him. He carries such enthusiasm. Its great!
one day an old man and woman had to compensate with someone to get their house back. it was very hard. they had to travel all the way to Califorina.
When my back hurts I try not to compensate by leaning on my cane or counting on others to help me with the things I need to do for myself.
you cannot compensate lost time
with routine and wool over eyes,
nor can you apologize to fractures
in accidental smiles and rhyme.
Flowers do not bloom with just the sun,
and I will not live on just (your) whims,
because my lungs are too full of life to sink.
if i do this for you, i need to get paid. this is extremely delicate work and i stand to lose much more than i gain if it goes wrong. its my ass on the line and not yours, so pay me up front, and what i get stays mine. capice?
In truth, he doesn’t love her (it’s alright though, because she doesn’t love him either.) It could be worse though; at least they get on alright. Sometimes, he hears her in the bathroom, compensating.
You can’t compensate the mess this whole thing has made. Throw money, throw a fit, or throw me in jail, it doesn’t matter. I’m doing this alone now.
People who work hard must be compensated, we all know that.
However, that is not always the case; the ones who work the most are forgotten in favor of those who don’t do much, but talk a lot.
This is when inequality manifests itself. Inadequate compensation causes a rift in society.
I will always try to compensate a person if he or she has done something worthy of mention. If I compensate a person that will make that person feel appreciated. That person will strive to improve herself so I will compensate her again. Society in general will improve.
Carl bought the fancy car, new clothing, and latest Samsung. But every time she came near him, his tongue wrapped itself in knots, leaving him staring down at his fancy new suede-covered feet.
It told me not to think, and here I am, thinking instead of writing. “Compensate” does not inspire me. I feel that I do not connect with this word in any way at all.
To compensate my silence, I sent him an image. It was me, but I was different in it. It had my outline, my smile, and my eyes, but from inside it wasn’t hollow any longer, it was stuffed with feeling.
To compensate for things you feel are not your fault is very hard. However, sometimes you have to swallow your own opinions and take the time to listen to someone else, as long as you’re still true to yourself.