She was nervous to be speaking in front of such a large crowd of women. But knowing that they would benefit from her story gave her the courage to say what needed to be said.
I’ve never really had an issue with speaking in front of others. I’m not sure if it’s my natural showmanship that I have, or the affinity for attention, but I just don’t get nervous like others I’ve known. I quite enjoy a crowd, especially when I know I’m affluent on the topic. I think it’s quite amusing when people get all nilly willy and don’t want to do what needs to be done when speaking in front of a crowd. Whether it’s adults or children, I have always felt I’ll find something to be said that strikes a chord with the crowd. :)
jeran
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear and speaking of the things to come for our futures.
The future of us, of you and me, together. Spiraling secretly into the abyss of heartaches.
The whispered promises in the deep of night, reminiscent in the souls of two people.
He opened his mouth slowly, taking care to form the words on his tongue. It was hard for people who had never met him to understand him. It was something that took some getting used to. Speaking. That’s all that mattered in life. It’s what made the world go round. If you couldn’t communicate you were screwed. Whether it be hand gestures or talking, you had to be able to speak. And unfortunately for him, speaking was not his strong suit.
Kate
Speaking, something I don’t do often, something so loud I can’t stand. But speaking is also something beautiful. Do it when you have to shut up, but shut up when you have to speak, because you words are precious.
Cookkie
Talking of OneWord … you know it is about writing … not speaking .. BUT
Would it take you longer to speak about a certain word?
Yumichika’s life was never based on being honest. He’d gone on being dirty and hungry for ages, earning money doing the most horrible things. He’d met a wonderful man and had been his friend for centuries, but secrets were Yumichika’s specialty still.
The one thing he absolutely could not do, even when he was about to die, was simply to tell the truth.
And when blood was bubbling from between his lips, and those dark eyes were running and dripping tears onto his face, when he saw Ikkaku crying and raging above him, still Yumichika could not speak.
People listen to what they want to hear. That is why you must always put anything of importance in writing. So you can use it against them if needed.
Josie
I saw a horse speaking to a donkey.
tyler
speaking is such a weird word talking, babbling, mouth it just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo weird :)
Elizabeth
Speaking with authority, softly, loudly. Speaking with reverence, peace, tranquility. Speaking is something I really do not enjoy in front of many people. But public speaking can be done if with practice. I like the opposite word better – listening. Better a listener than a speaker.
Kat
The world is full of speakers… but what about the listeners? The writers? The actions speak louder than words people? We really need more of those kind of people.
Victoria Bush
Speaking is something that never came easy for me. not because i didn’t know how, but because i was too scared to vocalize the thoughts in my head. i feel as though the words i said would be harshly judged or misinterpreted. am i the only one with that problem?
Speaking has always been a tough thing for me. Not because I didn’t know how, but because I was always scared to put my private thoughts out into the world.
Kilee
Speaking of acorns, said the squirrel …
We weren’t, the robin said. Trust you to shove your nuts into any conversation.
There’s no call to be rude, said nutty.
I can’t deal with any more, the bird replied.
am I wrong when I try and silence my son. sometimes I feel that he’s too outspoken and I’m convinced that won’t serve him well. am i the one that’s wrong. Maybe I wish I had his voice.
Dave had spent the morning speaking to his lawyer, who was of little help. He couldn’t really blame him though, his wife had been very thorough in her deviousness. Not only had she stolen his children, his family, from him, she had hidden it in a way he could never get it back, because even if he managed to climb over all the legal obstacles she had put in his path, his children would be grown up, and he would have lost all those precious childhood years, he would never have all those memories that a father was supposed to have.
tonykeyesjapan
The world is speaking to us in a way that should wake us up, but we continue to be blind to the fact that until we seek peace, there will never be peace.
its something that everyone does. it can be fun and boring at the same time. I hate people who talk to much because they can waste my time. I actually hate talking when forced like I just want to be quiet for once. I also hate when people spit on me when they talk. I know its not on purpose but can u at least try.
ive already done this word why do you keep telling me it someone pls help i wana go to another word someone help me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hellp ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Words and phrases tumble out of my mouth, but I can’t imagine they made much sense. What can I say? You’re looking right at me, and I haven’t prepared for this.
“Speaking of the devil here he comes.” Jace said as Jacob walked in to the room.
Caelan Taylor Jolley
I love to speak. But not very clearly. Every now and then I say things but then forget what I was saying and stop. My family says I’m weird for that.
Liberty Brouillette
The words flew out of her mouth like the crows overhead, going south for the winter. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold them back, and their freedom meant everything changing forever. She didn’t realize exactly what happened until after it was too late– now he knew everything.
Megan
Tanimura wants to be noticed. He thinks he can see it in the way she tries, the way she manages to hide her efforts. She smiles all-too-widely and laughs all-too-brightly and she lets her voice be heard — Eguchi still won’t look at her the way he does Yamada and he can’t help but wonder if she’s ever noticed the futility of it all.
Lua
its unnecessary
as of this moment
for whatever you say
will never make this pain go away
Ria Raph
Hmph, they’re wrong. Speaking out is not that easy. It’s not just all about letting your voice be heard. At least not to me. I’ve never been able to make myself heard and there haven’t been many people who seemed to care about my existence. To me speaking out is something foreign, that belongs in any other world but mine. And yet, isn’t it fascinating how people seem to be so alike, and yet, they each live their own unique lives.
Anyways now, isn’t autumn simply beautiful? There’s nothing that can compare to the cold November wind. And isn’t it utterly unbelievable how no matter how many days go by, every single one of them will be different from all the rest? And doesn’t the same thing happen with every week, every month, every season, every year, and just like that, with every life? Also, with decades, centuries and millenniums? I know all this is absolutely obvious and unimportant, but i just can’t help but be amazed. Also,.. Oh, the bus is here. I should take it since it’s so cold.
However, I’m wearing plenty of clothes. And I don’t mind walking a bit more. In the end, for all that I know, this could be my last autumn. Or my last month. Or my last week. It would be such a shame if I missed Christmas though. Hmm, life’s a funny thing. It’s also an unpredictable bitch. And yet, I love it nonetheless. I sure hope I’ll get to see more beautiful autumns with annoying, frustrating days.
“Hey, Spencer, what’s up?” Oh, greaat, there goes my happy moment. You know, life, when I said I’m looking forward to more annoying times, I didn’t mean RIGHT NOW! Gee, you bitch.
Anaid Skylight
Speaking the truth all the time is the right thing to do. We dishonour our neighbours when we speak evil of them, and so doing heap coals of ill-health on our heads.
Speaking of the devil, like a blast in from the cold, Ryan burst through the door, shaking snow off his wool knit cap and smirking that smirk like he’d been there the last 6 months. An instant passed before he was surrounded with hugs and dad grabbing his coat, throwing it on the nearest hanger. The hanger tottered and fell to the floor, but no one noticed as all attention was focused on the returning son. Back for his first Thanksgiving from college.
“What?” Dominic glanced over at Keith. “What did you say, there?”
“Oh.” Keith hadn’t thought Dominic had heard him. “I just – well, I – ” Dominic’s eyes were narrowed.
“I just – think it’s good. That you aren’t prejudiced.”
laura
the trees are speaking again in long soft moaning tones. The weight of the snow on their branches makes then dip lower so that they can whisper in your ear, so they only have to shout when they snap.
She was nervous to be speaking in front of such a large crowd of women. But knowing that they would benefit from her story gave her the courage to say what needed to be said.
“This is your captain speaking.
AND THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SHOUTING.”
Speaking is a form of communication.
Speaking is how humans interact with one another usually through vocals even though it is said that “actions speak louder than words”.
I’ve never really had an issue with speaking in front of others. I’m not sure if it’s my natural showmanship that I have, or the affinity for attention, but I just don’t get nervous like others I’ve known. I quite enjoy a crowd, especially when I know I’m affluent on the topic. I think it’s quite amusing when people get all nilly willy and don’t want to do what needs to be done when speaking in front of a crowd. Whether it’s adults or children, I have always felt I’ll find something to be said that strikes a chord with the crowd. :)
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear and speaking of the things to come for our futures.
The future of us, of you and me, together. Spiraling secretly into the abyss of heartaches.
The whispered promises in the deep of night, reminiscent in the souls of two people.
He opened his mouth slowly, taking care to form the words on his tongue. It was hard for people who had never met him to understand him. It was something that took some getting used to. Speaking. That’s all that mattered in life. It’s what made the world go round. If you couldn’t communicate you were screwed. Whether it be hand gestures or talking, you had to be able to speak. And unfortunately for him, speaking was not his strong suit.
Speaking, something I don’t do often, something so loud I can’t stand. But speaking is also something beautiful. Do it when you have to shut up, but shut up when you have to speak, because you words are precious.
Talking of OneWord … you know it is about writing … not speaking .. BUT
Would it take you longer to speak about a certain word?
Yumichika’s life was never based on being honest. He’d gone on being dirty and hungry for ages, earning money doing the most horrible things. He’d met a wonderful man and had been his friend for centuries, but secrets were Yumichika’s specialty still.
The one thing he absolutely could not do, even when he was about to die, was simply to tell the truth.
And when blood was bubbling from between his lips, and those dark eyes were running and dripping tears onto his face, when he saw Ikkaku crying and raging above him, still Yumichika could not speak.
Speaking is most likely a waste of time.
People listen to what they want to hear. That is why you must always put anything of importance in writing. So you can use it against them if needed.
I saw a horse speaking to a donkey.
speaking is such a weird word talking, babbling, mouth it just sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo weird :)
Speaking with authority, softly, loudly. Speaking with reverence, peace, tranquility. Speaking is something I really do not enjoy in front of many people. But public speaking can be done if with practice. I like the opposite word better – listening. Better a listener than a speaker.
The world is full of speakers… but what about the listeners? The writers? The actions speak louder than words people? We really need more of those kind of people.
Speaking is something that never came easy for me. not because i didn’t know how, but because i was too scared to vocalize the thoughts in my head. i feel as though the words i said would be harshly judged or misinterpreted. am i the only one with that problem?
Speaking has always been a tough thing for me. Not because I didn’t know how, but because I was always scared to put my private thoughts out into the world.
Speaking of acorns, said the squirrel …
We weren’t, the robin said. Trust you to shove your nuts into any conversation.
There’s no call to be rude, said nutty.
I can’t deal with any more, the bird replied.
am I wrong when I try and silence my son. sometimes I feel that he’s too outspoken and I’m convinced that won’t serve him well. am i the one that’s wrong. Maybe I wish I had his voice.
Dave had spent the morning speaking to his lawyer, who was of little help. He couldn’t really blame him though, his wife had been very thorough in her deviousness. Not only had she stolen his children, his family, from him, she had hidden it in a way he could never get it back, because even if he managed to climb over all the legal obstacles she had put in his path, his children would be grown up, and he would have lost all those precious childhood years, he would never have all those memories that a father was supposed to have.
The world is speaking to us in a way that should wake us up, but we continue to be blind to the fact that until we seek peace, there will never be peace.
perris tyler seay is sitting next to me and talking :P
my teacher is talking about the Christmas carol
its something that everyone does. it can be fun and boring at the same time. I hate people who talk to much because they can waste my time. I actually hate talking when forced like I just want to be quiet for once. I also hate when people spit on me when they talk. I know its not on purpose but can u at least try.
ive already done this word why do you keep telling me it someone pls help i wana go to another word someone help me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hellp ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
speaking some many different ways to do it. wether different acsent or language. i
Noise, words coming out of your mouth, sometimes its loud, humans speak nothing else, your tounge and lips help you. Its a way to communicate.
Tawkin just tawkin
Words and phrases tumble out of my mouth, but I can’t imagine they made much sense. What can I say? You’re looking right at me, and I haven’t prepared for this.
“Speaking of the devil here he comes.” Jace said as Jacob walked in to the room.
I love to speak. But not very clearly. Every now and then I say things but then forget what I was saying and stop. My family says I’m weird for that.
The words flew out of her mouth like the crows overhead, going south for the winter. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold them back, and their freedom meant everything changing forever. She didn’t realize exactly what happened until after it was too late– now he knew everything.
Tanimura wants to be noticed. He thinks he can see it in the way she tries, the way she manages to hide her efforts. She smiles all-too-widely and laughs all-too-brightly and she lets her voice be heard — Eguchi still won’t look at her the way he does Yamada and he can’t help but wonder if she’s ever noticed the futility of it all.
its unnecessary
as of this moment
for whatever you say
will never make this pain go away
Hmph, they’re wrong. Speaking out is not that easy. It’s not just all about letting your voice be heard. At least not to me. I’ve never been able to make myself heard and there haven’t been many people who seemed to care about my existence. To me speaking out is something foreign, that belongs in any other world but mine. And yet, isn’t it fascinating how people seem to be so alike, and yet, they each live their own unique lives.
Anyways now, isn’t autumn simply beautiful? There’s nothing that can compare to the cold November wind. And isn’t it utterly unbelievable how no matter how many days go by, every single one of them will be different from all the rest? And doesn’t the same thing happen with every week, every month, every season, every year, and just like that, with every life? Also, with decades, centuries and millenniums? I know all this is absolutely obvious and unimportant, but i just can’t help but be amazed. Also,.. Oh, the bus is here. I should take it since it’s so cold.
However, I’m wearing plenty of clothes. And I don’t mind walking a bit more. In the end, for all that I know, this could be my last autumn. Or my last month. Or my last week. It would be such a shame if I missed Christmas though. Hmm, life’s a funny thing. It’s also an unpredictable bitch. And yet, I love it nonetheless. I sure hope I’ll get to see more beautiful autumns with annoying, frustrating days.
“Hey, Spencer, what’s up?” Oh, greaat, there goes my happy moment. You know, life, when I said I’m looking forward to more annoying times, I didn’t mean RIGHT NOW! Gee, you bitch.
Speaking the truth all the time is the right thing to do. We dishonour our neighbours when we speak evil of them, and so doing heap coals of ill-health on our heads.
Speaking of the devil, like a blast in from the cold, Ryan burst through the door, shaking snow off his wool knit cap and smirking that smirk like he’d been there the last 6 months. An instant passed before he was surrounded with hugs and dad grabbing his coat, throwing it on the nearest hanger. The hanger tottered and fell to the floor, but no one noticed as all attention was focused on the returning son. Back for his first Thanksgiving from college.
“What?” Dominic glanced over at Keith. “What did you say, there?”
“Oh.” Keith hadn’t thought Dominic had heard him. “I just – well, I – ” Dominic’s eyes were narrowed.
“I just – think it’s good. That you aren’t prejudiced.”
the trees are speaking again in long soft moaning tones. The weight of the snow on their branches makes then dip lower so that they can whisper in your ear, so they only have to shout when they snap.
Speaking japanese or chinese is a interesting challenge and funny.