öyle kendiliğinden nolavak gibi değil.Öylece dediğin öylece oluvermez.Bir rastlantısal için ne çok dakika kendini heba etmiş ne çok an kendini heder etmiş nereden bileceksin.o ise “an” sadece durmak gerekiyordur belki.
tugce
Unfathomable, unchangeable. Once it is found out is ceases to exist anymore. Once defined, it fades away.
There was no mystery about it, the relationship was over. She’d lied over and over again. The baby wasn’t his. The baby couldn’t possibly be his, but oh, how wrong he wanted to be… Whenever he held his son, the little baby boy in his arms, he wanted to shower him with evey fiber of his being. He loved feeding the baby, his son. She could sleep until a new millenium. It was he who would wake for the five o’clock morning feeding. He would wash and dress his son, the baby boy, and if weather permitted,take him outside. Feeling the pride that all fathers must feel, when with their children. He too felt betrayed, lost, angry and hatred, that lying… I think we should get a paternity test done. I don’t like the way you’re behaving. You have something on you mind and I think I know what. I never doubted you or that he was mine for a moment.
It’s a mystery.
The way his hair falls beautifully without him trying. How he always makes me smile. The way he always manages to make me feel special when no one else can. How he made me fall in love with him without knowing it. How he doesn’t feel the same.
Knowing you is like knowing 500 people in just one persone,and you can trust that 500 people. You’re always there,you always help. I just wanted us to be like a mystery. We have words and nickname’s that only we can figure out what they mean. You mean the world to me.
Dora
Maybe nothing is a mystery. Maybe nothing is a trying. Maybe it’s just knowing something deeply inside and trying to make sure is it right. Is it true. Every life is waste on someting that doesen’t matter
Dora
there are hidden emotions in your eyes that i dare not ask about. every night before i sleep i think on the mystery within your eyes and wonder if the shutters will ever be opened to your soul and if i will be lucky enough to be the one who solves your love.
Mystery oder Hysterie? So ganz genau wusste ich das bei Miriam nie. Erst hatte sie die Fasten-Phase. Sie breitete sich, wann immer sie glaubte, einen Zuhörer gefunden zu haben, über sämtliche Aspekte des Fastens aus. Den spirituellen, den ernährungstechnischen (Vitamine und so), den der Verdauung und so weiter …
my life and what’s going to happen is a mystery tro me. I am unaware fo things and people and what they are going to do but I knpw that i have no control over it. more and more ai wish i had a real handle on my life and the effects that it will have on others but i know that that isn’t real life. that’s why it’s so important to be aware of what i do
gabby
This is something I cannot put my finger on. Did she do it or did she not? I wish I had all the answers like I used to when she was alive. I knew all the happenings of our town just as well as the face that stared back at me in the mirror.
Asha Godfrey
at first glance i knew i knew him from somewhere, but i couldn’t place a finger on it. i walk over to the strange man and tapped his shoulder. his piercing blue eyes searched my face, and a glimpse of recognition passed through them, quickly but thoroughly.
kennedy
This world is a mystery.
A never-ending cycle of happiness that turns into pain.
it’s all a big mystery. no one knows where the shoes are, no one knows where they came from, no one knows who they fit. don’t tell anyone but i tried them on and they didn’t fit me so i know for a fact they’re not mine. we’ve started investigation but it’s going to take some time until we have any leads.
this is a story where you dont know what will happen next, surprise, intrigue, murder, mystery there will be labyrinth after labryinth like a maze to go through searching and seeking for what you are looking for but sometimes not even knowing what it is
Mary
The milk drips off the granite countertop, and the back door stands open–an unspeaking sentry of the violence.
Essays35
one word is one of a lot . I think that is a big mystery and this is so crazy mecause i don’t thin then i writinggggg :D
Искра Христова
it’s a mystery to me why I have to go through this. Last night, I was sure I knew what life held for me…today…well, I’m starting at square one again. Shouldn’t I have it figured out by now?
I do not like the word mystery. It sounds so silly. Made up, like a stupid game. I prefer the word magical.
Aingeala
Mystery is when one is ignorant of the suppoused situation. A mystery arouses intrest.
Erina
Life’s greatest mystery is not the meaning of life but what it really means. Anyone can uncover the true meaning but the true mystery is what it really means, what the true value is, and that my friend is a true mystery.
T. Han
She’s a mystery. She thinks I don’t care. The pain courses through me, a long loud scream that I cannot translate into any human language. Will she hate me? Despising the world, she cuts herself off from love and light and anything of any worth. She is dreadfully still, and she will not move.
Rosie
The mysteries of the world are my mysteries. They are just the secrets I have yet to hear, because I was not listening. The hush of the ocean, the stillness of the night, the quiet humming of the energy..
It was a mystery how she kept on going. Life dealt her some hard hands, but she just took it as well as possible and tried to smile when possible.
Michelle
Once upon a time there was a murder in a small town. There were no witnesses, no suspects just for men dead on the floor with stab marks. What happened?
T. Han
they say some things will remain a mystery. i for one, disagree. my gift simply wont allow it. i know everything, even before it happens. i know of all past events in history. my memory isnt just my own, it is of the universe. some say it would be a curse to know the mysteries of life. i for one, agree.
leena aprils
Mystery is freedom. Free from all the knowing and searching of the world. Mystery has all the answers in it and we are better for not knowing them. Life is lived in questions.
naihiwet
What is success?
snape
The girl lost herself in the book, like a ball down a well. The pages screamed at her, issuing orders that she knew she wasn’t required to follow. It was beautiful, scary, revealing, and she loved every second of the perpetual enigma.
Jacob C.
one word, i think of the world around us, the earth that we love, that we all take for granted, the people that we miss, that we see everyday yet don’t say anything. At school i know 5 people. in all honesty.
Kelsi
life is mystery…mystery is everywhere..right from your birth to death…our birth to our death…universe’s birth and its evolution…mystery of future is the reason to live…and not caring about that mystery is the mystery of h a p p i n e s s !!!
Sumit Wale
Mystery reminds me of when I was little. Everything was a mystery. why the sun came out, why days were so short. Hahah, when people died. I just wish I could go back to being a little kid. I don’t know what to write, so I’m just going to keep typing… HAha, what should I type or write about? I don’t know. not much time left. Oh well. bye . h
Briana
Life is full of ’em. Every little thing is new every moment is a brand new experience with clues leading us to the next big thing and we must be the detectives of our own mystery. What could be more fun than that?
Jackie Conley
something unknown
that needs to be solved
sherlock holmes solves them
and looses me in his solving
one second all of these random facts seem to not relate
one second later everything seems to be related
Kate
The trouble with girls is they’re a mystery. I love scotty mccreery. I don’t feel like writing much today.
The older I get the more mystery there is. I thought it would be the opposite. Thought I’d have it all figured out by now. So not true. The mystery is deeper and wider, but one thing has changed. It is not near as fearful. More inviting then ever.
lily
The unknown. Ourselves in fact. We never can understand each other or life can we. It’s a mystery.
Liz Marion
It was always a mystery to me, why he did all of this. I never had understood him properly. And now, in the wake of his death, I understood him even less. What was it that drove you to that extreme? I never did understand it…
Until it became my only option, that is…
öyle kendiliğinden nolavak gibi değil.Öylece dediğin öylece oluvermez.Bir rastlantısal için ne çok dakika kendini heba etmiş ne çok an kendini heder etmiş nereden bileceksin.o ise “an” sadece durmak gerekiyordur belki.
Unfathomable, unchangeable. Once it is found out is ceases to exist anymore. Once defined, it fades away.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
There was no mystery about it, the relationship was over. She’d lied over and over again. The baby wasn’t his. The baby couldn’t possibly be his, but oh, how wrong he wanted to be… Whenever he held his son, the little baby boy in his arms, he wanted to shower him with evey fiber of his being. He loved feeding the baby, his son. She could sleep until a new millenium. It was he who would wake for the five o’clock morning feeding. He would wash and dress his son, the baby boy, and if weather permitted,take him outside. Feeling the pride that all fathers must feel, when with their children. He too felt betrayed, lost, angry and hatred, that lying… I think we should get a paternity test done. I don’t like the way you’re behaving. You have something on you mind and I think I know what. I never doubted you or that he was mine for a moment.
Yeah, right. The ring please…
It’s a mystery.
The way his hair falls beautifully without him trying. How he always makes me smile. The way he always manages to make me feel special when no one else can. How he made me fall in love with him without knowing it. How he doesn’t feel the same.
Knowing you is like knowing 500 people in just one persone,and you can trust that 500 people. You’re always there,you always help. I just wanted us to be like a mystery. We have words and nickname’s that only we can figure out what they mean. You mean the world to me.
Maybe nothing is a mystery. Maybe nothing is a trying. Maybe it’s just knowing something deeply inside and trying to make sure is it right. Is it true. Every life is waste on someting that doesen’t matter
there are hidden emotions in your eyes that i dare not ask about. every night before i sleep i think on the mystery within your eyes and wonder if the shutters will ever be opened to your soul and if i will be lucky enough to be the one who solves your love.
The way his green eyes stared at her made her freeze and melt at the same time.
The way his soft, black hair felt between her fingers made her relax.
The way he smiled made her smile back giddily.
Everything about him took her breath away.
But yet, she just couldn’t figure out the mystery of the boy standing in front of her.
Why did he have such an affect on her?
sometimes i think
and i realize
it’s impossible to know them,
isn’t it?
Mystery oder Hysterie? So ganz genau wusste ich das bei Miriam nie. Erst hatte sie die Fasten-Phase. Sie breitete sich, wann immer sie glaubte, einen Zuhörer gefunden zu haben, über sämtliche Aspekte des Fastens aus. Den spirituellen, den ernährungstechnischen (Vitamine und so), den der Verdauung und so weiter …
my life and what’s going to happen is a mystery tro me. I am unaware fo things and people and what they are going to do but I knpw that i have no control over it. more and more ai wish i had a real handle on my life and the effects that it will have on others but i know that that isn’t real life. that’s why it’s so important to be aware of what i do
This is something I cannot put my finger on. Did she do it or did she not? I wish I had all the answers like I used to when she was alive. I knew all the happenings of our town just as well as the face that stared back at me in the mirror.
at first glance i knew i knew him from somewhere, but i couldn’t place a finger on it. i walk over to the strange man and tapped his shoulder. his piercing blue eyes searched my face, and a glimpse of recognition passed through them, quickly but thoroughly.
This world is a mystery.
A never-ending cycle of happiness that turns into pain.
it’s all a big mystery. no one knows where the shoes are, no one knows where they came from, no one knows who they fit. don’t tell anyone but i tried them on and they didn’t fit me so i know for a fact they’re not mine. we’ve started investigation but it’s going to take some time until we have any leads.
this is a story where you dont know what will happen next, surprise, intrigue, murder, mystery there will be labyrinth after labryinth like a maze to go through searching and seeking for what you are looking for but sometimes not even knowing what it is
The milk drips off the granite countertop, and the back door stands open–an unspeaking sentry of the violence.
one word is one of a lot . I think that is a big mystery and this is so crazy mecause i don’t thin then i writinggggg :D
it’s a mystery to me why I have to go through this. Last night, I was sure I knew what life held for me…today…well, I’m starting at square one again. Shouldn’t I have it figured out by now?
I do not like the word mystery. It sounds so silly. Made up, like a stupid game. I prefer the word magical.
Mystery is when one is ignorant of the suppoused situation. A mystery arouses intrest.
Life’s greatest mystery is not the meaning of life but what it really means. Anyone can uncover the true meaning but the true mystery is what it really means, what the true value is, and that my friend is a true mystery.
She’s a mystery. She thinks I don’t care. The pain courses through me, a long loud scream that I cannot translate into any human language. Will she hate me? Despising the world, she cuts herself off from love and light and anything of any worth. She is dreadfully still, and she will not move.
The mysteries of the world are my mysteries. They are just the secrets I have yet to hear, because I was not listening. The hush of the ocean, the stillness of the night, the quiet humming of the energy..
It was a mystery how she kept on going. Life dealt her some hard hands, but she just took it as well as possible and tried to smile when possible.
Once upon a time there was a murder in a small town. There were no witnesses, no suspects just for men dead on the floor with stab marks. What happened?
they say some things will remain a mystery. i for one, disagree. my gift simply wont allow it. i know everything, even before it happens. i know of all past events in history. my memory isnt just my own, it is of the universe. some say it would be a curse to know the mysteries of life. i for one, agree.
Mystery is freedom. Free from all the knowing and searching of the world. Mystery has all the answers in it and we are better for not knowing them. Life is lived in questions.
What is success?
The girl lost herself in the book, like a ball down a well. The pages screamed at her, issuing orders that she knew she wasn’t required to follow. It was beautiful, scary, revealing, and she loved every second of the perpetual enigma.
one word, i think of the world around us, the earth that we love, that we all take for granted, the people that we miss, that we see everyday yet don’t say anything. At school i know 5 people. in all honesty.
life is mystery…mystery is everywhere..right from your birth to death…our birth to our death…universe’s birth and its evolution…mystery of future is the reason to live…and not caring about that mystery is the mystery of h a p p i n e s s !!!
Mystery reminds me of when I was little. Everything was a mystery. why the sun came out, why days were so short. Hahah, when people died. I just wish I could go back to being a little kid. I don’t know what to write, so I’m just going to keep typing… HAha, what should I type or write about? I don’t know. not much time left. Oh well. bye . h
Life is full of ’em. Every little thing is new every moment is a brand new experience with clues leading us to the next big thing and we must be the detectives of our own mystery. What could be more fun than that?
something unknown
that needs to be solved
sherlock holmes solves them
and looses me in his solving
one second all of these random facts seem to not relate
one second later everything seems to be related
The trouble with girls is they’re a mystery. I love scotty mccreery. I don’t feel like writing much today.
The older I get the more mystery there is. I thought it would be the opposite. Thought I’d have it all figured out by now. So not true. The mystery is deeper and wider, but one thing has changed. It is not near as fearful. More inviting then ever.
The unknown. Ourselves in fact. We never can understand each other or life can we. It’s a mystery.
It was always a mystery to me, why he did all of this. I never had understood him properly. And now, in the wake of his death, I understood him even less. What was it that drove you to that extreme? I never did understand it…
Until it became my only option, that is…