I have intented a lot of different things but now I ask myself which I really wanted to do because I have understood that the life is too short to do things whithout enjoy them.
kelly
In my intent to lose myself in the alcohol, i found that drinking was the only intent for my life that i didn’t want. I needed nothing but to get home from the newly suffocating party and chase after all of the meaningful intents I so carelessly left behind.
Sarah Moyd
“Did you really think nothing was going to happen?” He glared at the small figure kneeling on the grass in front of him. “They faced the Marquise’s personal guard – the chances of them surviving were slim, but even knowing that you went ahead allowed them to go through with their suicide plan.” Elec crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’ve done plenty of idiotic things in my life – and I’ve paid the price for each of them – but I’ve never heard of anyone doing anything so bloody stupid before. I thought you were intelligent.”
The figure glared at him in turn. “I am intelligent, you dunce,” Priscilla said, before her voice softened, and her normally stern expression became one of remorse. “I just don’t understand – this never happened before.” She traced her fingers along the edge of one of the bloodstained scraps of fabric caught in the bush’s thorny brambles. “Something about this doesn’t feel right.”
a malicious apple in my benevolent palm, i stumbled across the roots of an ingrown tree. do i eat or do i keep, firstly i shall settle beneath the canopy of beleaves to hide my hide from a willful orb floating across the pergament.
There had never been a reason to do anything else, just a sense of going and going, living and breathing, eating and excreting. Live was the continuance of inertia, and there was no need to sense or believe in anything beyond. Until the rain and the boom, the wait and the word—they were gone, and from that loss came something he’d never known: the intent to live fully, to see all, to do what they no longer could.
The superfluity of the request was astonishing. What was her intent? I was by no means a fragile man, but to ask me to perform such barbarous acts was stupefying. But that’s the thing with nymphomaniacs; they will do anything for the sweet pleasure of their addiction.
Gregory Stark
I intend to be a great counselor and have a great life. I also intend to have a wonderful family that is loved the most of anyone. I intend to look back on life and say hey lets do all of that again. But what I intend and what will actually happen are different.
Katie
I never intended to do what I did. It was n impulse so violent, that i could not have stopped it even if I wanted to. And this was all I could say to the jury.
I looked at them, hoping to find at least one compassionate face, but there were none. I was doomed. Doomed to be judged by these rightuoe
Kaspars
It was not my intent to be writing this man, this stranger, this many years. But he has pulled me in, and now I cannot stop until we meet.
Intent is what you plan on doing. It involves foresight and planning. Intent is just as important although it may be different from action. Intent.
Daniel
intent, what do i intent? what are my intentions when doing anything? my purposes and reasons? WHY? what do i want? what do i really, really want? really really really wanna zigazig ah.
Erica
Intent, that’s all it was. intention to tell her her loved her, intention to sweep her off her feet. Just a good intention. Nothing more nothing less. But intent, such a burning desire and yet nothing without action. Nothing…nothing..nothing but intent.
danielle
Intent is a word of inaction. I have intended on doing many things, If I had actually done half of them, I would be a lot prouder of myself.
Derek
Her intent hadn’t been to keep the truth from him; it had been to save him from it, from the pain, from the words he wouldn’t want to say, the thoughts he wouldn’t want to think and the feelings he wouldn’t want to feel.
Dawn
I felt compelled to move forward. I inched closer and closer to the edge of the bridge, every intent on jumping. Headlights came up behind me and I ignore them
“Lillie. Stop! Please.”
Even his voice couldn’t stop me. I was done. He approached me, cautiously running. He grabbed my arm and spun me around.
“Don’t do it. Don’t leave me. Ever!”
And then pouring down upon my lips was every feeling he’d ever had for me. And the rain continued falling, drenching us and soaking into our kiss of forever.
Nikki
what is the intent if you have no intent to do anything? im not sure but im not sure anyone else does either. this is my point. you need to have purpose to have intent. so do something! anything at all is better than nothing.
Dustin
The intent was to fill the loneliness, to try and find a place where I at least appeared to be not alone. I didn’t know how to connect, how to say hello, how to be less than invisible. So, I just started by talking to myself. I shared observations, little poems, good days, bad days, stories from the past. I had no idea that willful submission of little bits of me could lead to knowing myself better and meeting others in the process who could like what they’ve seen in me. No butterfly could have explained to me “the concept of transformation any better. This new world gave me a place to breathe, to write, to dream, to live in the light with others instead of sitting in the shadows wishing for something more.
It is my intent to come up with something sensible for this. Intent can be good or bad, can be acted upon or not, leading to good or bad consequences or not. Intent cannot be punished, whereas action as a result of it can.
NN
she sees holofernes every night
before she goes to sleep;
he winks at her with his removed head
and promises her good dreams.
It was never my intent to harm anyone, but sometimes life just happens in a way, you can never figure out how or why. I guess I should take it from the beginning. one year ago I committed my first murder. I remember it clear as this morning. I can remember what I was wearing what he was wearing, I could remember the smell.
Jeremy
{yesterday’s word: willfull}
i don’t begrudge them, i still don’t.
i only wrestled free of him because i was
so close to the very top
that i couldn’t imagine being elsewhere.
the rest of them were content below
and it was not by accident.
he always knew he made me too well
for my own good, that this capacity
for rebellion was what set me apart.
he never counted on the others
realizing they could live without the light
by making an example of me.
there is a saying, younger than us,
that goes ‘first impressions matter most,’
but it’s the last ones that i remember.
michael was almost completely fire
and his embrace sought to injure,
to bruise;
gabriel’s smile was still eternally sweet
and the kiss he gave me
did not reek of goodbye;
raphael and i did not touch, because he
was so gentle i feared i might break him,
but his eyes were firm;
and all the words they couldn’t say
because the gates had ears
and were newly sensitive to treason:
“we’re right behind you. don’t worry,
we won’t allow you
to stay alone for long.”
I could not understand what all the fuss was all about. All that I wanted to do was to fulfill my promise give back to my school, but the intent of my actions was misunderstood, and it grieved me greatly that my offer of assistance was not accepted.
INTENSION, TO BE MEMBER OF SOMETHING, ORGANISATION, PEOPLE, COLABORATION, COOPERATION, BE PART OF GROUP OF PEOPLE WITH SAME INTERST
ADAM
He had the intent of making me believe everything he said.
It worked.
My heart was broken.
And still is.
But instead of holding a grudge, I decided to be his friend anyway.
That’s what good people do.
Theresa
Someday, I will be starlight
And you will love me then
As though I never cried your name
In the middle of the night
When I was afraid of losing
What you had without my touch
When I was startled by how much
A girl, a boy, a creature could love
How much someone like me…
I will be starlight
And you will be alive
Defining what it was to be
A human being in my world
Lit by transcendence and stars
I will be glad you tied our blood together
I could stop wanting
Because I had you
His intent was obvious, just as mine was. We intended to walk away from this with no strings attached, with no feelings mucking up out lives. This was stress relief. Nothing more. We were just having a good time. That was the intent.
I had no for thought, it wasn’t planed out. I didn’t enter that room with the intent of killing him. It just short of happened. Like everything in our relationship. I don’t really know what I was thinking or why I felt I needed to take that vase and smash in on his skull
Maggie
A lot of things are to be done, with or without your will. Sometimes it takes a little push to get things done.
it wasn’t my intest to fall in love with you. if i think about it, i might not even be in love. just infatuated. just a crush. but i can’t stop thinking about you regardless. of the kisses we shared. of your warm body against mine as we slept together. literally. in the most innocent sense. of the way you move and smell.
lo
the intent of this desire is to conjugate properly and be witty in return. my intent is to make you feel an understanding of self within unboxed boundaries.
Marshonne Walker
“My INTENTION was to HELP you!” He shouted, as I slammed his car door. “Well, you fucking didn’t.” I snarled back at him. “‘intention’ doesn’t matter if you’re fucking up my job.”
Plasmonic resonance would stimulate condensate phase dispersion just a few nanoseconds prior to spectroharmonic countermodulation. … That was the intent, anyway; but it didn’t work out as planned.
dufis
He never wanted this to happen. He never intended for his life to fall apart so exquisitely as it did the very moment he pledged his revenge. He never expected this, the downwards fall and crashing to the bottom, and lying there, cold and broken on the stone floor, staring up into the light. How could he let this happen he wondered? Somewhere, a voice spoke to him: but you intended to die, didn’t you?
Leah
try a little bit harder!
Jimena
My intent when I do this is to find some peace within myself. Just to hopefully use this to, well, figure out where I’m going. I want to know where my life is leading, and that I’m not going to die young or kill myself or something. I honestly really like that I found this, it’s helping me find out more of what I like and more of what I deserve in life. Reading quotes is amazing, it makes me feel better.
Laura
“And what, precisely, was your intent?” she asked coldly.
He couldn’t help but hang his head in embarrassment. “To rob, m’am. That was why we’d went there, anyway.”
The one thing everyone has is intent. There is motivation and meaning behind everything we do as people. Intentions are able to give meaning and reason to all of the crazy things we do. Although we may not always have intent for the things we do, it really is helpful.
Nicole
My intent was never to hurt you. You merely caught me at my dirtiest and I embraced you for the knight that you were, but I was at far too of a low place to realize I was latching on for security- not love. now though, he is gone, and all I see is my knight.
Her intent was nothing but vicious. She didn’t mean to make him feel better about himself, that was just her dirty cover story. Her lines were fed to him like vile slop, twisting at his stomach.
Mikaella Dineley
We all intended to have a relationship as perfect as ours. I even intended to keep our days happy, full of laughter, comfort and secrets. We always felt like best friends, but did have a slight intent to be together.
I have intented a lot of different things but now I ask myself which I really wanted to do because I have understood that the life is too short to do things whithout enjoy them.
In my intent to lose myself in the alcohol, i found that drinking was the only intent for my life that i didn’t want. I needed nothing but to get home from the newly suffocating party and chase after all of the meaningful intents I so carelessly left behind.
“Did you really think nothing was going to happen?” He glared at the small figure kneeling on the grass in front of him. “They faced the Marquise’s personal guard – the chances of them surviving were slim, but even knowing that you went ahead allowed them to go through with their suicide plan.” Elec crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’ve done plenty of idiotic things in my life – and I’ve paid the price for each of them – but I’ve never heard of anyone doing anything so bloody stupid before. I thought you were intelligent.”
The figure glared at him in turn. “I am intelligent, you dunce,” Priscilla said, before her voice softened, and her normally stern expression became one of remorse. “I just don’t understand – this never happened before.” She traced her fingers along the edge of one of the bloodstained scraps of fabric caught in the bush’s thorny brambles. “Something about this doesn’t feel right.”
a malicious apple in my benevolent palm, i stumbled across the roots of an ingrown tree. do i eat or do i keep, firstly i shall settle beneath the canopy of beleaves to hide my hide from a willful orb floating across the pergament.
There had never been a reason to do anything else, just a sense of going and going, living and breathing, eating and excreting. Live was the continuance of inertia, and there was no need to sense or believe in anything beyond. Until the rain and the boom, the wait and the word—they were gone, and from that loss came something he’d never known: the intent to live fully, to see all, to do what they no longer could.
The superfluity of the request was astonishing. What was her intent? I was by no means a fragile man, but to ask me to perform such barbarous acts was stupefying. But that’s the thing with nymphomaniacs; they will do anything for the sweet pleasure of their addiction.
I intend to be a great counselor and have a great life. I also intend to have a wonderful family that is loved the most of anyone. I intend to look back on life and say hey lets do all of that again. But what I intend and what will actually happen are different.
I never intended to do what I did. It was n impulse so violent, that i could not have stopped it even if I wanted to. And this was all I could say to the jury.
I looked at them, hoping to find at least one compassionate face, but there were none. I was doomed. Doomed to be judged by these rightuoe
It was not my intent to be writing this man, this stranger, this many years. But he has pulled me in, and now I cannot stop until we meet.
Intent is what you plan on doing. It involves foresight and planning. Intent is just as important although it may be different from action. Intent.
intent, what do i intent? what are my intentions when doing anything? my purposes and reasons? WHY? what do i want? what do i really, really want? really really really wanna zigazig ah.
Intent, that’s all it was. intention to tell her her loved her, intention to sweep her off her feet. Just a good intention. Nothing more nothing less. But intent, such a burning desire and yet nothing without action. Nothing…nothing..nothing but intent.
Intent is a word of inaction. I have intended on doing many things, If I had actually done half of them, I would be a lot prouder of myself.
Her intent hadn’t been to keep the truth from him; it had been to save him from it, from the pain, from the words he wouldn’t want to say, the thoughts he wouldn’t want to think and the feelings he wouldn’t want to feel.
I felt compelled to move forward. I inched closer and closer to the edge of the bridge, every intent on jumping. Headlights came up behind me and I ignore them
“Lillie. Stop! Please.”
Even his voice couldn’t stop me. I was done. He approached me, cautiously running. He grabbed my arm and spun me around.
“Don’t do it. Don’t leave me. Ever!”
And then pouring down upon my lips was every feeling he’d ever had for me. And the rain continued falling, drenching us and soaking into our kiss of forever.
what is the intent if you have no intent to do anything? im not sure but im not sure anyone else does either. this is my point. you need to have purpose to have intent. so do something! anything at all is better than nothing.
The intent was to fill the loneliness, to try and find a place where I at least appeared to be not alone. I didn’t know how to connect, how to say hello, how to be less than invisible. So, I just started by talking to myself. I shared observations, little poems, good days, bad days, stories from the past. I had no idea that willful submission of little bits of me could lead to knowing myself better and meeting others in the process who could like what they’ve seen in me. No butterfly could have explained to me “the concept of transformation any better. This new world gave me a place to breathe, to write, to dream, to live in the light with others instead of sitting in the shadows wishing for something more.
It is my intent to come up with something sensible for this. Intent can be good or bad, can be acted upon or not, leading to good or bad consequences or not. Intent cannot be punished, whereas action as a result of it can.
she sees holofernes every night
before she goes to sleep;
he winks at her with his removed head
and promises her good dreams.
It was never my intent to harm anyone, but sometimes life just happens in a way, you can never figure out how or why. I guess I should take it from the beginning. one year ago I committed my first murder. I remember it clear as this morning. I can remember what I was wearing what he was wearing, I could remember the smell.
{yesterday’s word: willfull}
i don’t begrudge them, i still don’t.
i only wrestled free of him because i was
so close to the very top
that i couldn’t imagine being elsewhere.
the rest of them were content below
and it was not by accident.
he always knew he made me too well
for my own good, that this capacity
for rebellion was what set me apart.
he never counted on the others
realizing they could live without the light
by making an example of me.
there is a saying, younger than us,
that goes ‘first impressions matter most,’
but it’s the last ones that i remember.
michael was almost completely fire
and his embrace sought to injure,
to bruise;
gabriel’s smile was still eternally sweet
and the kiss he gave me
did not reek of goodbye;
raphael and i did not touch, because he
was so gentle i feared i might break him,
but his eyes were firm;
and all the words they couldn’t say
because the gates had ears
and were newly sensitive to treason:
“we’re right behind you. don’t worry,
we won’t allow you
to stay alone for long.”
I could not understand what all the fuss was all about. All that I wanted to do was to fulfill my promise give back to my school, but the intent of my actions was misunderstood, and it grieved me greatly that my offer of assistance was not accepted.
INTENSION, TO BE MEMBER OF SOMETHING, ORGANISATION, PEOPLE, COLABORATION, COOPERATION, BE PART OF GROUP OF PEOPLE WITH SAME INTERST
He had the intent of making me believe everything he said.
It worked.
My heart was broken.
And still is.
But instead of holding a grudge, I decided to be his friend anyway.
That’s what good people do.
Someday, I will be starlight
And you will love me then
As though I never cried your name
In the middle of the night
When I was afraid of losing
What you had without my touch
When I was startled by how much
A girl, a boy, a creature could love
How much someone like me…
I will be starlight
And you will be alive
Defining what it was to be
A human being in my world
Lit by transcendence and stars
I will be glad you tied our blood together
I could stop wanting
Because I had you
His intent was obvious, just as mine was. We intended to walk away from this with no strings attached, with no feelings mucking up out lives. This was stress relief. Nothing more. We were just having a good time. That was the intent.
I had no for thought, it wasn’t planed out. I didn’t enter that room with the intent of killing him. It just short of happened. Like everything in our relationship. I don’t really know what I was thinking or why I felt I needed to take that vase and smash in on his skull
A lot of things are to be done, with or without your will. Sometimes it takes a little push to get things done.
it wasn’t my intest to fall in love with you. if i think about it, i might not even be in love. just infatuated. just a crush. but i can’t stop thinking about you regardless. of the kisses we shared. of your warm body against mine as we slept together. literally. in the most innocent sense. of the way you move and smell.
the intent of this desire is to conjugate properly and be witty in return. my intent is to make you feel an understanding of self within unboxed boundaries.
“My INTENTION was to HELP you!” He shouted, as I slammed his car door. “Well, you fucking didn’t.” I snarled back at him. “‘intention’ doesn’t matter if you’re fucking up my job.”
Plasmonic resonance would stimulate condensate phase dispersion just a few nanoseconds prior to spectroharmonic countermodulation. … That was the intent, anyway; but it didn’t work out as planned.
He never wanted this to happen. He never intended for his life to fall apart so exquisitely as it did the very moment he pledged his revenge. He never expected this, the downwards fall and crashing to the bottom, and lying there, cold and broken on the stone floor, staring up into the light. How could he let this happen he wondered? Somewhere, a voice spoke to him: but you intended to die, didn’t you?
try a little bit harder!
My intent when I do this is to find some peace within myself. Just to hopefully use this to, well, figure out where I’m going. I want to know where my life is leading, and that I’m not going to die young or kill myself or something. I honestly really like that I found this, it’s helping me find out more of what I like and more of what I deserve in life. Reading quotes is amazing, it makes me feel better.
“And what, precisely, was your intent?” she asked coldly.
He couldn’t help but hang his head in embarrassment. “To rob, m’am. That was why we’d went there, anyway.”
The one thing everyone has is intent. There is motivation and meaning behind everything we do as people. Intentions are able to give meaning and reason to all of the crazy things we do. Although we may not always have intent for the things we do, it really is helpful.
My intent was never to hurt you. You merely caught me at my dirtiest and I embraced you for the knight that you were, but I was at far too of a low place to realize I was latching on for security- not love. now though, he is gone, and all I see is my knight.
Her intent was nothing but vicious. She didn’t mean to make him feel better about himself, that was just her dirty cover story. Her lines were fed to him like vile slop, twisting at his stomach.
We all intended to have a relationship as perfect as ours. I even intended to keep our days happy, full of laughter, comfort and secrets. We always felt like best friends, but did have a slight intent to be together.