Everything was to be hers, from the throne down to the peasent’s tracked in dirt. Nothing could be withheld from the eyes of the palace, the King and Queen, more importantly the Princess. Sophia was the only true one to withhold the world from the kingdom, the cost when you had the power of a god trapped in the body of a mortal, still it could have been worse.
Eric Bone
you are withholding everything from me
why?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Why?
oh why?
Do you withhold everything?
Living ina place without any person on earth, ust emotions cursing your whoule body, a emotionless person can’t live in this world, but there’s just one person on this world that can feel it, and the other people are just random people walking around, they have no clue of what they are doing, but the keep walkig like if there was a future ahead. This person is called Kelloggs, yes, like the cereal.
Karla
You can’t withhold sex from me! he exclaimed. It’s in your job description.
Just because I’m a prostitute, she replied, doesn’t mean I have to have sex with my husband every time he expects it! You aren’t paying me!
You don’t pay all that rent money, you know. It’s my job at the plant that puts food in your mouth, so now you can put something else in it!
She turned around, mouth snarling and eyes so bright it hurt to look at them. Slowly, she spat out the words that she had been holding in for so long: “And at what point did you think it would help us by withholding this information?!”
The judge stared viciously at the prosecutor. “To withhold evidence of this man’s innocence, even as you plead before this court for him to be put to death for the crimes of which you falsely accuse him, is tantamount to attempted murder in itself!” His voice rose, almost screaming; ” You’re the one who should be on trial here, not him!” As those last words rang around the courtroom, District Attorney Morgan continued staring down at his notepad, at the notes he had made for his final arguments. Things were not going as well as he had expected…
tonykeyesjapan
“i just…” he looks away and i feel my stomach sink. “i need to sort some things out. it wont take that long.” Will smiles but i can see the urgency behind it. he’s withholding something from me. to protect me. “Will,” I protest, “i can help. you don’t need to cut me out-”
Will closes the space between us in two strides and cups my face in his hands, sweeping me into a deep kiss. when he breaks away there’s something new in his eyes. a mix of frustration and love. “please, let me handle this. its my problem-” he amends himself immediately at the look on my face. “situation,” he corrects, “its my situation, i can fix it. just let me do it alone for now. i dont want you getting hurt.” i glance away, withholding all the arguments that bubble to my surface.
Alibay
I’ve withheld myself
in the sky and clouds
for far too long.
I’ve withheld joy
and the company of others
from myself, because I was scared
of this mind– of this heart and its lessons.
I was scared I’d hurt you.
I’m done. Let it fly like ash to the wind.
Perhaps someday, soon, you can know
me as I long to know you.
I hadn’t lied, not really. Yes, I’d withheld information. But it was for her own benefit. She didn’t need to know about the things I had to do to keep her safe, to keep us safe. She deserved the chance to be young and free and more innocent than I could imagine.
It’s a secret, a terrible, precious, secret, and it’s one that she knows would destroy him. But er brother’s happiness is the most important thing in the world, and so she will keep this silence.
I am withholding. Meaning that I withhold information. I don’t tell people things. Mostly things that are bothering me or that I am struggling with. There is one person though that I do tell things to and that is my therapist. Even if I don’t want to she can somehow make me feel safe enough to tell her. So I don’t withhold so much with her.
Furfrou didn’t like sharing all his secrets with Samantha. Or, any secrets, really.
It wasn’t because he didn’t trust her- even though her fashion sense was questionable and not exactly trustworthy itself, actually. But he was just secretive in general, he supposed. He didn’t tell anyone much of anything, really. Sometimes he’d jot down his mental whisperings in a journal he kept by his bed, but frequently he’d just keep them stored away somewhere in his mind. He didn’t really have friends to whispers the secrets to, under the false privacy the corners of rooms and sitting behind walls gave.
But then again, nobody told him their secrets either. So it kind of evened out.
I have no ability to withhold information from an individual that demands it. It is not my job to do so. I am simply a means of transporting information to and from the thought processes of others, not a cognizant being, but a carrier. I need not to feel or think, just act. For that is all a book can do.
Alli
Don’t breathe. Don’t let anyone know that you are terrified. Your body is wrapped in a thick ribbon of anxiety and your words aren’t real anymore. Forget about all of it. Just smile, nod, and keep breathing.
Catherine
The dam was breaking, each little crack splitting off into three more. They became wider and wider until, after years of strength and stability, the foundations crumbled, letting a tumbling flood of water come forth.
Rach P
Do not withhold. Do not, do not withhold.
This love inside, in which all hope shall abide.
Do not do not withhold.
Be brave, let it shine, like the ancient kings of old.
Do not, do not withhold
This smile, this light; that could rid the world of mould
Do not, not withhold
This embrace that would never – ever loosen its hold.
Jose
Never withhold from saying what you truly want to say. It often does not do us any good to keep our true feelings locked up inside. Let the words flow from your mouth, because yes, they could be harmful, but they could also be the same words that will change your life forever. Say what is on your mind and maybe you will help someone out who had trouble seeking assistance.
Theresa
Jenkins kept quiet, though he knew Melinda wanted to hear his side of the story. He refused to bow to her manner of resolving issues.
judyb
Witholding from everyone else is a struggle. But it’s the safest way to assure that I won’t get hurt again. And I can’t trust anybody after what happened last time.
“It is not okay to withhold this valuable information from our students,” Jean Thompson, Dean of Humanities, uttered, “nor is it okay to act like you never had it to begin with.”
“It is irrelevant to the daily routine of our – ”
“It is ENTIRELY relevant, President Viti,” Thompson interrupted, slapping her palm down hard on the table for emphasis. “This is their tuition. It is their investment. And if you squander, you will have the hounds on your heels.”
Belinda Roddie
I can no longer withhold from grabbing him and screaming, “I need more, I need to feel wanted and needed.” It has almost become impossible, as our communication degrades our relationship has become a sunken pit of fake emotions. Yet, I can’t let go, knowing how it used to be and craving that same feeling again. How do I know what to do? I know I deserve better, but I don’t have the strength to leave, the strength to make a change.
To withhold? Hmm… that is a good question indeed. To have withheld something is to have taken it from someone, or something. Depending on the context would you use the word in the current situation and time of which you are in at the moment in which to withhold what you are withholding. Now that you know, go away… I have better things to do at the moment. Good day to you.
#hatemylife
withhold the silliness of the silliness and over and over and over again
for the silliness is rather silly I think
and the silliness is everything
so who am I to decide everything is silly if I am one of the silly’s myself
And I won’t tell you about this
That is what happens when you withhold information
So, no one will ever know why I think I am such a great silly
To think that the world is a very silly place
But this might be silly of me to think
That withholding is the way
Because is all the sillies withheld all their silly thoughts than no one would know anything at all
Kayleigh
To keep information that does not belong solely to you is to play god.
kate
To claim ownership ownership for knowledge that does not belong solely to you. To play god.
kate
hi there, my name is billy. Today i was walking along the street to the bank. I wanted to get a deposit.
spencer
He knew she was keeping some sort of secret; withholding something that was eating her on the inside—but should he even ask her about it? They’d been through so much together, and yet trust was one of the few issues they still struggled with.
“Listen, um…is…everything okay?”
She didn’t even bother to glance up at him. “I’m fine.”
AJ Kenobi
“This classifies as withholding evidence, Jon.” Inspector Marsden raised the Manila folder and waved it around, his eyes holding disapproval. “Why didn’t you show this to the police earlier?”
Jon sighed, as if the reasoning was the most obvious thing in the world. “Inspector I told you, I had to protect Grace or else you all would’ve torn her to shreds! That picture proves she wasn’t there at the time of the murder—”
“Keep in mind that you’re not a cop, you’re a reporter, and barely one at that.” Marsden cut him off, eyes flashing with anger. “Stay out of the way and let me do my job, or else I’ll have them keep a jail cell nice and comfy for you.”
Blue Iris
She was upset. There was no need to bother but still she decided to withhold the information from him. It wasn’t like it was a massive secret after all, but she didn’t want to make him angry, or worse, disappointed. There was nothing worse than someone disappointed in you.
Robyn
Withhold, withhold with thee eyes, the eyes of the grinning tiger
Piercing gleams shoot from his eyes, his hide sleek against the wind
Slowly, steadily, he comes to a halt
Looking up, he sees who dares to stand in his path. No one can seek through the treacherous path of the tiger.
Huh?
You cannot withhold who you are. You have to put yourself out there for people to know and love. If you always sit back and do nothing then you will miss so many fun things. I once was too shy to visit other countries, but I did not withhold my desire to travel and volunt
Marianne
There’s a lot I don’t know about my own life, a fact that is both relieving and infuriating. As a full-time employee–and one who works harder than at least half of my coworkers–I fee entitled to knowing at least some of the things going on in the community to which I dedicate 37.5 hours of my week.
I need the information Porter, I need it right now. Don’t you undesrtand how important this is and if the CIA keeps withholding the names of the involved agents we are never getting near the end of this investiogation. It’s a National Security deal. Understood?
Everything was to be hers, from the throne down to the peasent’s tracked in dirt. Nothing could be withheld from the eyes of the palace, the King and Queen, more importantly the Princess. Sophia was the only true one to withhold the world from the kingdom, the cost when you had the power of a god trapped in the body of a mortal, still it could have been worse.
you are withholding everything from me
why?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Why?
oh why?
Do you withhold everything?
I am beautiful no matter what they say. i am so proud of my self. i have to be the best, today, tomorrow, and next, and wanna be i am and mine :)
i have joined this site :) simple and i wish i love:)
After this sunset,
There is nothing else I want to say to you
although he had been arrested and everyone believed he was guilty he was still adamant that he would withhold vital information
Living ina place without any person on earth, ust emotions cursing your whoule body, a emotionless person can’t live in this world, but there’s just one person on this world that can feel it, and the other people are just random people walking around, they have no clue of what they are doing, but the keep walkig like if there was a future ahead. This person is called Kelloggs, yes, like the cereal.
You can’t withhold sex from me! he exclaimed. It’s in your job description.
Just because I’m a prostitute, she replied, doesn’t mean I have to have sex with my husband every time he expects it! You aren’t paying me!
You don’t pay all that rent money, you know. It’s my job at the plant that puts food in your mouth, so now you can put something else in it!
She turned around, mouth snarling and eyes so bright it hurt to look at them. Slowly, she spat out the words that she had been holding in for so long: “And at what point did you think it would help us by withholding this information?!”
The judge stared viciously at the prosecutor. “To withhold evidence of this man’s innocence, even as you plead before this court for him to be put to death for the crimes of which you falsely accuse him, is tantamount to attempted murder in itself!” His voice rose, almost screaming; ” You’re the one who should be on trial here, not him!” As those last words rang around the courtroom, District Attorney Morgan continued staring down at his notepad, at the notes he had made for his final arguments. Things were not going as well as he had expected…
“i just…” he looks away and i feel my stomach sink. “i need to sort some things out. it wont take that long.” Will smiles but i can see the urgency behind it. he’s withholding something from me. to protect me. “Will,” I protest, “i can help. you don’t need to cut me out-”
Will closes the space between us in two strides and cups my face in his hands, sweeping me into a deep kiss. when he breaks away there’s something new in his eyes. a mix of frustration and love. “please, let me handle this. its my problem-” he amends himself immediately at the look on my face. “situation,” he corrects, “its my situation, i can fix it. just let me do it alone for now. i dont want you getting hurt.” i glance away, withholding all the arguments that bubble to my surface.
I’ve withheld myself
in the sky and clouds
for far too long.
I’ve withheld joy
and the company of others
from myself, because I was scared
of this mind– of this heart and its lessons.
I was scared I’d hurt you.
I’m done. Let it fly like ash to the wind.
Perhaps someday, soon, you can know
me as I long to know you.
I hadn’t lied, not really. Yes, I’d withheld information. But it was for her own benefit. She didn’t need to know about the things I had to do to keep her safe, to keep us safe. She deserved the chance to be young and free and more innocent than I could imagine.
It’s a secret, a terrible, precious, secret, and it’s one that she knows would destroy him. But er brother’s happiness is the most important thing in the world, and so she will keep this silence.
I am withholding. Meaning that I withhold information. I don’t tell people things. Mostly things that are bothering me or that I am struggling with. There is one person though that I do tell things to and that is my therapist. Even if I don’t want to she can somehow make me feel safe enough to tell her. So I don’t withhold so much with her.
Furfrou didn’t like sharing all his secrets with Samantha. Or, any secrets, really.
It wasn’t because he didn’t trust her- even though her fashion sense was questionable and not exactly trustworthy itself, actually. But he was just secretive in general, he supposed. He didn’t tell anyone much of anything, really. Sometimes he’d jot down his mental whisperings in a journal he kept by his bed, but frequently he’d just keep them stored away somewhere in his mind. He didn’t really have friends to whispers the secrets to, under the false privacy the corners of rooms and sitting behind walls gave.
But then again, nobody told him their secrets either. So it kind of evened out.
I have no ability to withhold information from an individual that demands it. It is not my job to do so. I am simply a means of transporting information to and from the thought processes of others, not a cognizant being, but a carrier. I need not to feel or think, just act. For that is all a book can do.
Don’t breathe. Don’t let anyone know that you are terrified. Your body is wrapped in a thick ribbon of anxiety and your words aren’t real anymore. Forget about all of it. Just smile, nod, and keep breathing.
The dam was breaking, each little crack splitting off into three more. They became wider and wider until, after years of strength and stability, the foundations crumbled, letting a tumbling flood of water come forth.
Do not withhold. Do not, do not withhold.
This love inside, in which all hope shall abide.
Do not do not withhold.
Be brave, let it shine, like the ancient kings of old.
Do not, do not withhold
This smile, this light; that could rid the world of mould
Do not, not withhold
This embrace that would never – ever loosen its hold.
Never withhold from saying what you truly want to say. It often does not do us any good to keep our true feelings locked up inside. Let the words flow from your mouth, because yes, they could be harmful, but they could also be the same words that will change your life forever. Say what is on your mind and maybe you will help someone out who had trouble seeking assistance.
Jenkins kept quiet, though he knew Melinda wanted to hear his side of the story. He refused to bow to her manner of resolving issues.
Witholding from everyone else is a struggle. But it’s the safest way to assure that I won’t get hurt again. And I can’t trust anybody after what happened last time.
withhold your emotions, don’t let them show
if they see, then they will know
if you can’t hide it, let them go
withhold my thoughts
withhold my feelings
it’s better for you
for me
for everyone
if I just withhold
it all
Why withhold the truth of our history from our children. They need to know the truth our our forefathers and the struggle for freedom.
“It is not okay to withhold this valuable information from our students,” Jean Thompson, Dean of Humanities, uttered, “nor is it okay to act like you never had it to begin with.”
“It is irrelevant to the daily routine of our – ”
“It is ENTIRELY relevant, President Viti,” Thompson interrupted, slapping her palm down hard on the table for emphasis. “This is their tuition. It is their investment. And if you squander, you will have the hounds on your heels.”
I can no longer withhold from grabbing him and screaming, “I need more, I need to feel wanted and needed.” It has almost become impossible, as our communication degrades our relationship has become a sunken pit of fake emotions. Yet, I can’t let go, knowing how it used to be and craving that same feeling again. How do I know what to do? I know I deserve better, but I don’t have the strength to leave, the strength to make a change.
To withhold? Hmm… that is a good question indeed. To have withheld something is to have taken it from someone, or something. Depending on the context would you use the word in the current situation and time of which you are in at the moment in which to withhold what you are withholding. Now that you know, go away… I have better things to do at the moment. Good day to you.
withhold the silliness of the silliness and over and over and over again
for the silliness is rather silly I think
and the silliness is everything
so who am I to decide everything is silly if I am one of the silly’s myself
And I won’t tell you about this
That is what happens when you withhold information
So, no one will ever know why I think I am such a great silly
To think that the world is a very silly place
But this might be silly of me to think
That withholding is the way
Because is all the sillies withheld all their silly thoughts than no one would know anything at all
To keep information that does not belong solely to you is to play god.
To claim ownership ownership for knowledge that does not belong solely to you. To play god.
hi there, my name is billy. Today i was walking along the street to the bank. I wanted to get a deposit.
He knew she was keeping some sort of secret; withholding something that was eating her on the inside—but should he even ask her about it? They’d been through so much together, and yet trust was one of the few issues they still struggled with.
“Listen, um…is…everything okay?”
She didn’t even bother to glance up at him. “I’m fine.”
“This classifies as withholding evidence, Jon.” Inspector Marsden raised the Manila folder and waved it around, his eyes holding disapproval. “Why didn’t you show this to the police earlier?”
Jon sighed, as if the reasoning was the most obvious thing in the world. “Inspector I told you, I had to protect Grace or else you all would’ve torn her to shreds! That picture proves she wasn’t there at the time of the murder—”
“Keep in mind that you’re not a cop, you’re a reporter, and barely one at that.” Marsden cut him off, eyes flashing with anger. “Stay out of the way and let me do my job, or else I’ll have them keep a jail cell nice and comfy for you.”
She was upset. There was no need to bother but still she decided to withhold the information from him. It wasn’t like it was a massive secret after all, but she didn’t want to make him angry, or worse, disappointed. There was nothing worse than someone disappointed in you.
Withhold, withhold with thee eyes, the eyes of the grinning tiger
Piercing gleams shoot from his eyes, his hide sleek against the wind
Slowly, steadily, he comes to a halt
Looking up, he sees who dares to stand in his path. No one can seek through the treacherous path of the tiger.
You cannot withhold who you are. You have to put yourself out there for people to know and love. If you always sit back and do nothing then you will miss so many fun things. I once was too shy to visit other countries, but I did not withhold my desire to travel and volunt
There’s a lot I don’t know about my own life, a fact that is both relieving and infuriating. As a full-time employee–and one who works harder than at least half of my coworkers–I fee entitled to knowing at least some of the things going on in the community to which I dedicate 37.5 hours of my week.
I need the information Porter, I need it right now. Don’t you undesrtand how important this is and if the CIA keeps withholding the names of the involved agents we are never getting near the end of this investiogation. It’s a National Security deal. Understood?