silver lining every cloud has i wish that were true but don’t think so or hasn’t been my expwrience everything is not in balalnce not all goodd comes with all bad or vice versa i am still looking for my silver linings in life what
Stacey Corvino
Daria recognized the skirt instantly, almost felt the heavy scratchy wool fabric on the tips of her fingers, the cold of that foggy morning twenty years ago on her face as she opened the door, still struggling with the zipper. And the icy silk lining against her bare legs as as she run along the deserted streets, to the station, never to come back.
eleia
The lining was cream imbued with silky laces which complemented the ivory color of her dress. A beautiful dress for her very special day. Today, she will be recognized as a proper lady in their compound. An independent woman capable of standing alone with sophisticated grace and a pinch of fabulous sassiness.
Meh
There were icicles lining the gutter and droplets forming on every dead bud of the tree branch. The sun had finally come out to play but for once I would have preferred the clouds.
A silver lining comes with good intent and perseverance.
William
I’m running faster than ever, but the lining seems to stretch on beyond even the horizon. “What is this?” I scream, demanding to understand this world just by crying aloud about it. I sniffle. I should have known better. The answer is far from being so easy to figure out.
Shannon
The lining on the inside of my favorite purse is torn. I guess you could say that it’s from how often I use it, but I’d say it’s probably because I have a nervous habit of picking at it when I find myself alone in public settings.
Autumn
My question is, why is optimism a “silver lining” in the cloud? What happened to gold? Is optimism not good enough for gold? Gold lining seems to imply a higher value, if you ask me. Or how about a platinum lining? See, here’s the thing about silver – it tarnishes and needs to be cleaned repeatedly. If optimism tarnishes so easily, then what’s the point of the lining at all?
Belinda Roddie
There’s always a silver one, apparently.
Still looking for that.
Usually don’t want to see it
or make one up that’s not there.
I’m good at that- making things up for myself.
Seeing the world through me-tinted lenses.
Michael Walden
When the technology allowed for it, officials worked on literally giving every cloud a silver lining.
He finally stopped
I held the LINING a bit
BANG! dead terrorist.
-!Haiku-Mann! strikes!
!Haiku-Man!
I found out what you were. The word was in the lining of my mouth the whole time. And then, freed by knowing, I let you go. That dream of the neon yellow and blue fish, swimming in schools, they reminded me. The pink hyacinths blooming against the submerged wall. Thunder will come.
Ella Emma Em
Sometimes there are silver linings in life. We expect certain things to go a certain way but they don’t always. But occasionally something good will come out of that, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. It’s important that we always see the bright side, because what kind of life would we be living if we never saw the silver linings?
Anya
She was nervous, lining up for the cash machine. She was sure someone was watching her. When her turn came, she pushed the buttons and waited for what seemed like an age. She couldn’t read the message on the machine,but the numbers in her balance said it all. Her sister hadn’t sent the money yet! Cursing, almost crying, she stormed away, almost forgetting her card. She would have to call her sister again.
tonykeyesjapan
There wasn’t a silver lining this time. Or, at least, not one she could see.
The beautiful wallpaper that lined the walls was obviously antique, Mary noticed, as she walked through the ancient mansion that captured her attention like no other. She loved elegant and antique structures, and she knew this was perfect for her family of five to live in.
Short Sweetheart
Lining. The silver lining is the first thing I think of. It’s there somewhere. Every choice just
He wondered why the lining in his coat was called buckram. It wasn’t made of wool, so it couldn’t have been derived from the buck or the ram. Funny name, he thought as he put his coat on. It fitted him tight, and he could feel the buckram bite.
Venkatesh Iyer
is it silver,
the cloud you sailed in on?
or is it just the gleam in your eye
that blinds me?
I never said you weren’t full of dreams,
but I am climbing vines upon vines just to reach you.
And I never said I didn’t need you,
but my wings are growing.
oh, and I’ll fly on up to you.
you and your silver lining.
The lining of his coat is worn and old
Homeless and cold
He can’t find a silver lining
He can’t find a way to alter-
His past, his flaws
All those wrong turns
It’s all churning inside him
But the lining of his coat is still worn
The people with their shopping bags still make a wide berth
Not knowing all the lonely man wants, needs
For Christmas is warmth
A second glance
Another chance
And time
Time to become visible again
To become stable again
To become able.
The silver lining on clouds as they prepare to release torrents of rain down on the land below are pretty. It’s always been that way, sipping tea and watching the rain clouds get closer, until they were upon the house and rain droplets were hitting the window as the people outside rushed to get home or find shelter until the storm passed.
Onion
See the silver lining in all things. Perspective is not reality, you have the ability to change your life by changing your perspective. What might seem like a difficult situation could be the thing that changes your life for the better.
Ram Hari
It;s on the inside of everything. Everything has it. It provides protection. It keeps your stomach from digesting itself. It’s awesome, really. It also hides things from the world. Things you don’t want to see. It protects, and we forget about it. Every
the clouds. Every cloud has one of silver. The inside of your jacket. Sometimes it rips and spills it’s insides. the waterproof layer. It’s hard to break. A lot depends on it. It can be too weak or too thick
Stephanie and darnit I made a typo
I touched the satin lining of the feather comforter, revelling in it’s luxuriousness. I ran my fingers along the strands of thread woven together to create the smoothest of surfaces, shining in the new morning light.
She held the dress up against her body, meeting his eye in the mirror. “Well? What do you think?” she prompted.
He grimaced slightly; her smile faltered.
“You don’t like it,” she muttered. It wasn’t a question.
“It’s beautiful,” he corrected her quickly. “I just don’t think it’s the one. It’s not hers. It’s not what we’re looking for.”
Thespiana
The lining of the pillow is soft against my cheek. But the things just a few centimeters away, hidden just inches away behind a wall of flesh, muscle, sinew and bone — the things in there are not soft, oh no. And they do not help me sleep.
John Doe
Silver lining, intestinal lining, lining the clothes, lining up boxes. lining what? Lining is a verb. A line is a noun
Cherish
the concept of something that runs along the inside of something else to make the larger piece seem more appealing inside and out, along with making it look finished because you no longer see seams or anything from the outer shell instead it is hidden by the lining.
jaki
I shoved the bills in the inner lining of my jacket, knowing if I get caught, they won’t go into the stitching of my clothing to look for the stolen goods. They might just assume one of my colleagues took the rest of it and when I get set loose, I get all the money to myself.
Rick shoved countless of bills into a duffle bag, spilling cash everywhere. “Oi, be careful. You don’t want to leave your fingerprints on the bills you drop. You can get caught easily.”
“Right,” he said and began picking the dollar bills off of the floor. Once we’re done here, I can conclude we made at least $500. Fast food places are the easiest to break into during the night.
Susan E. Rother
I saw that silver lining in the clear sky. There was only one single cloud in it. Slowly moving, miles in lenght, unstoppable, humming through the air while announcing its arrival.
Sebastián Rodríguez V
The lining of the pillow was coming apart. Fluff and feathers scattered across the dark sheets, like puffs of smoke in the night. Mary rolled over in bed, and blew a feather from her fingertips.
Rachel
The wooden coffin was lowered into the grave. It was cold and so very very quiet. Tom could hear the worms scratching through the lining. This wasn’t his first funeral. It would certainly not be his last…
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say. well, I’m still looking for mine. It’s dark and cold out and I’m tired and I’ve never felt so alone. Drunk and empty, is this all my life has amounted to? Is this really all I am?
Genevieve
it was smooth and slick filled with an odorless liquid which oozed from pores all along it and it moved rhythmically, something told him he was inside a living creature, but how massive could such a creature be to swallow a man whole!
Gerald McCray
The liing of the yellow coat was shredded and crumbling when she pulled it from the box in the atti but , But when she examined the buttery yellow shell, there was no damage to the from instects or the nibbles from the mice who’d lived in the space since her grandmother stopped coming up the steep stairs.
The lining of the passage was damp to the touch. Slime oozed down the walls with an eerie glow, that reflected a bilious shade of green that stretched into the deepening pathway. She had to use the walls as a guide due to the rocky uneven state of the floor.
SL
The lining in the shirt was starting to fray, to fall away from the rest as though trying to cause a greater strife in my life. I had no other shirts and a job would be hard to find wearing a shirt so old and useless that even the original owner no longer wanted it. One day I would find more, but for now, maybe some old string can be used to resew it… now if I just had a needle.
silver lining every cloud has i wish that were true but don’t think so or hasn’t been my expwrience everything is not in balalnce not all goodd comes with all bad or vice versa i am still looking for my silver linings in life what
Daria recognized the skirt instantly, almost felt the heavy scratchy wool fabric on the tips of her fingers, the cold of that foggy morning twenty years ago on her face as she opened the door, still struggling with the zipper. And the icy silk lining against her bare legs as as she run along the deserted streets, to the station, never to come back.
The lining was cream imbued with silky laces which complemented the ivory color of her dress. A beautiful dress for her very special day. Today, she will be recognized as a proper lady in their compound. An independent woman capable of standing alone with sophisticated grace and a pinch of fabulous sassiness.
There were icicles lining the gutter and droplets forming on every dead bud of the tree branch. The sun had finally come out to play but for once I would have preferred the clouds.
A silver lining comes with good intent and perseverance.
I’m running faster than ever, but the lining seems to stretch on beyond even the horizon. “What is this?” I scream, demanding to understand this world just by crying aloud about it. I sniffle. I should have known better. The answer is far from being so easy to figure out.
The lining on the inside of my favorite purse is torn. I guess you could say that it’s from how often I use it, but I’d say it’s probably because I have a nervous habit of picking at it when I find myself alone in public settings.
My question is, why is optimism a “silver lining” in the cloud? What happened to gold? Is optimism not good enough for gold? Gold lining seems to imply a higher value, if you ask me. Or how about a platinum lining? See, here’s the thing about silver – it tarnishes and needs to be cleaned repeatedly. If optimism tarnishes so easily, then what’s the point of the lining at all?
There’s always a silver one, apparently.
Still looking for that.
Usually don’t want to see it
or make one up that’s not there.
I’m good at that- making things up for myself.
Seeing the world through me-tinted lenses.
When the technology allowed for it, officials worked on literally giving every cloud a silver lining.
It didn’t work out well for anyone involved.
He finally stopped
I held the LINING a bit
BANG! dead terrorist.
-!Haiku-Mann! strikes!
I found out what you were. The word was in the lining of my mouth the whole time. And then, freed by knowing, I let you go. That dream of the neon yellow and blue fish, swimming in schools, they reminded me. The pink hyacinths blooming against the submerged wall. Thunder will come.
Sometimes there are silver linings in life. We expect certain things to go a certain way but they don’t always. But occasionally something good will come out of that, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. It’s important that we always see the bright side, because what kind of life would we be living if we never saw the silver linings?
She was nervous, lining up for the cash machine. She was sure someone was watching her. When her turn came, she pushed the buttons and waited for what seemed like an age. She couldn’t read the message on the machine,but the numbers in her balance said it all. Her sister hadn’t sent the money yet! Cursing, almost crying, she stormed away, almost forgetting her card. She would have to call her sister again.
There wasn’t a silver lining this time. Or, at least, not one she could see.
The beautiful wallpaper that lined the walls was obviously antique, Mary noticed, as she walked through the ancient mansion that captured her attention like no other. She loved elegant and antique structures, and she knew this was perfect for her family of five to live in.
Lining. The silver lining is the first thing I think of. It’s there somewhere. Every choice just
He wondered why the lining in his coat was called buckram. It wasn’t made of wool, so it couldn’t have been derived from the buck or the ram. Funny name, he thought as he put his coat on. It fitted him tight, and he could feel the buckram bite.
is it silver,
the cloud you sailed in on?
or is it just the gleam in your eye
that blinds me?
I never said you weren’t full of dreams,
but I am climbing vines upon vines just to reach you.
And I never said I didn’t need you,
but my wings are growing.
oh, and I’ll fly on up to you.
you and your silver lining.
The lining of his coat is worn and old
Homeless and cold
He can’t find a silver lining
He can’t find a way to alter-
His past, his flaws
All those wrong turns
It’s all churning inside him
But the lining of his coat is still worn
The people with their shopping bags still make a wide berth
Not knowing all the lonely man wants, needs
For Christmas is warmth
A second glance
Another chance
And time
Time to become visible again
To become stable again
To become able.
The silver lining on clouds as they prepare to release torrents of rain down on the land below are pretty. It’s always been that way, sipping tea and watching the rain clouds get closer, until they were upon the house and rain droplets were hitting the window as the people outside rushed to get home or find shelter until the storm passed.
See the silver lining in all things. Perspective is not reality, you have the ability to change your life by changing your perspective. What might seem like a difficult situation could be the thing that changes your life for the better.
It;s on the inside of everything. Everything has it. It provides protection. It keeps your stomach from digesting itself. It’s awesome, really. It also hides things from the world. Things you don’t want to see. It protects, and we forget about it. Every
the clouds. Every cloud has one of silver. The inside of your jacket. Sometimes it rips and spills it’s insides. the waterproof layer. It’s hard to break. A lot depends on it. It can be too weak or too thick
I touched the satin lining of the feather comforter, revelling in it’s luxuriousness. I ran my fingers along the strands of thread woven together to create the smoothest of surfaces, shining in the new morning light.
She held the dress up against her body, meeting his eye in the mirror. “Well? What do you think?” she prompted.
He grimaced slightly; her smile faltered.
“You don’t like it,” she muttered. It wasn’t a question.
“It’s beautiful,” he corrected her quickly. “I just don’t think it’s the one. It’s not hers. It’s not what we’re looking for.”
The lining of the pillow is soft against my cheek. But the things just a few centimeters away, hidden just inches away behind a wall of flesh, muscle, sinew and bone — the things in there are not soft, oh no. And they do not help me sleep.
Silver lining, intestinal lining, lining the clothes, lining up boxes. lining what? Lining is a verb. A line is a noun
the concept of something that runs along the inside of something else to make the larger piece seem more appealing inside and out, along with making it look finished because you no longer see seams or anything from the outer shell instead it is hidden by the lining.
I shoved the bills in the inner lining of my jacket, knowing if I get caught, they won’t go into the stitching of my clothing to look for the stolen goods. They might just assume one of my colleagues took the rest of it and when I get set loose, I get all the money to myself.
Rick shoved countless of bills into a duffle bag, spilling cash everywhere. “Oi, be careful. You don’t want to leave your fingerprints on the bills you drop. You can get caught easily.”
“Right,” he said and began picking the dollar bills off of the floor. Once we’re done here, I can conclude we made at least $500. Fast food places are the easiest to break into during the night.
I saw that silver lining in the clear sky. There was only one single cloud in it. Slowly moving, miles in lenght, unstoppable, humming through the air while announcing its arrival.
The lining of the pillow was coming apart. Fluff and feathers scattered across the dark sheets, like puffs of smoke in the night. Mary rolled over in bed, and blew a feather from her fingertips.
The wooden coffin was lowered into the grave. It was cold and so very very quiet. Tom could hear the worms scratching through the lining. This wasn’t his first funeral. It would certainly not be his last…
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say. well, I’m still looking for mine. It’s dark and cold out and I’m tired and I’ve never felt so alone. Drunk and empty, is this all my life has amounted to? Is this really all I am?
it was smooth and slick filled with an odorless liquid which oozed from pores all along it and it moved rhythmically, something told him he was inside a living creature, but how massive could such a creature be to swallow a man whole!
The liing of the yellow coat was shredded and crumbling when she pulled it from the box in the atti but , But when she examined the buttery yellow shell, there was no damage to the from instects or the nibbles from the mice who’d lived in the space since her grandmother stopped coming up the steep stairs.
probabil ca lining provine de la line, a linia hahaha, ori poate e de la li-ning sau altceva. basta.
The lining of the passage was damp to the touch. Slime oozed down the walls with an eerie glow, that reflected a bilious shade of green that stretched into the deepening pathway. She had to use the walls as a guide due to the rocky uneven state of the floor.
The lining in the shirt was starting to fray, to fall away from the rest as though trying to cause a greater strife in my life. I had no other shirts and a job would be hard to find wearing a shirt so old and useless that even the original owner no longer wanted it. One day I would find more, but for now, maybe some old string can be used to resew it… now if I just had a needle.