How to use linger in a sentence. Example sentences using linger.
Linger used in a sentence
leave slowly and hesitantly
See also: tarry
take one's time; proceed slowly
See also: dawdle
move to and fro
See also: hover
remain present although waning or gradually dying
Sentence Examples for Linger
Example sentences for linger.
To linger in NYC, or not to linger ... hrmmm. *muses and strokes goatee in Christopher's swivel chair* It is so quiet here without Babs to assist or Caran to torment. I think I have become the resident cat ...
There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.....♥♥
This 2013, I don't want to do great things, I want to do the impossible. But it's going to be done through surrendering the white flag, saying, "I am nothing and He is all, I am weak but His spirit is strong in me, I may fail but my path is still forward, where He goes I will follow, where He stays I will linger."
Why older lads linger round all these younger girls is amazing, aim high in life and try and stay away from schools
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This 2013, I don't want to do great things, I want to do the impossible. Bu it's going to be done through surrendering the white flag, saying, "I am nothing and He is all, I am weak but His spirit is strong in me, I may fail but my path is still forward, where He goes I will follow, where He stays I will linger."
Have not sniffed enough panties. Next life I will try the straight thing more thoroughly and linger longer in the "wonder cave."
My greatest comfort is to know that god is in control....although he seems to linger long he never comes too late..
A man stands worthless when he does not realize his own worth. Luckily for him that can be changed, and when he does he is a force to be reckoned with for whatever desires linger in his heart. Hopefully for him they are not worthless pursuits. May God bless you.
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in GOD, and wait; Although HE seems to linger long HE never comes too late.
Just to have a chat with you. i would gladly give up half of my day. i linger on the words that you say
A haha, do you have to let it linger, do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let linger ?
When the big world falls apart And you think that the feeling will linger You need somewhere to start I will be here. And when it all seems to fall apart You can't breathe You don't know what you're thinking You need somewhere to start I will be here.
Good morning..I'm actually up before 4 pm.... think I'll sleep a lil linger...anyone wanna hangout today?!
Those relationships the die too soon are the worst because the what ifs linger longer than he ever did....
Saw the movie "Life of Pi" with my daughter,Shanna today and it is a movie that will linger with me for a very long time...If you love God,life,nature and animals and would like to see a new and fresh approach to movie making with great scenic shots and food for thought too...This is your movie...Sit back and dream...Fiction is sometimes more real than reality! Loved it!
Remember This In the archives of the brain our lives linger or disappear.
You will always linger in our hearts Whitney <3 I will never forget you..... <3 妳將永遠縈繞在我們的心中"惠妮" <3 我永遠不會忘記妳!!
Saw the movie "Life of Pi" with my duaghter Shanna today and it is a movie that will linger with me for a very long time..If you love God, life,nature,animals and would like to see a new fresh aproach in movie making with great scenic shots and food for thought too...this is your movie...Sit back and dream...Fiction is sometimes more real than reality! Loved it!
The balance between living in the moment and pressing towards your best self: "After climbing a great hill, one finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken ailment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk has not yet ended." - Nelson Mandela.
God bless me!!! Broken hearted never can die.... It' s linger and linger-- forever can not burry!!!
No need to say much more, jus when u see me, u alreaddyyy knw wassup! No need to linger on on fb! Have a great day! --Damn did u dream bout me too? <3
One of my favorites <3 For those who still linger on memories and don't want to wake up....
Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone. gud n8
The drs; office did call me back still no cream the good news is I only have a few blisters that have not dried out yet. I am now faced with the aftermath once the shingles is gone does not mean the pain disappears Dr's office advised me the pain can linger for months
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Lord, l will linger here, Still seeking after Thee, continue in the word and prayer Till Thou dost flow thru me.
When the big world falls apart And you think that the feeling will linger You need somewhere to start I will be here ♪ *.*
Long misty days Told me they would change their ways Once in a while will come my way The thrill is gone Misty days linger on and on Once in a while is here to stay We feed this fire Lovers in a nursery rhyme The words belong to you And the melody was mine Long misty days Told me in a million ways Once in a while will come my way Oh how the moon Shining at a lonely room Weeping willow cry for me Sing me a song Simple as the day is long I love someone crying to be free And take the sky And tell me if the moon is blue And if it's meant to be That my melody was used Long misty days Told me in a million ways Once in a while will come my way Long misty days Told me they would change the ways Once in a while is here to stay
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God,and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late
If you want to go with those who hesitate and linger, pull them and if they don't want leave them or else if you wait for them you will both hesitate and linger. Move with those who are moving
Is it too late to ask for love? Is it wrong to feel right? When the world is winding down. Thoughts of you linger around. Have we lost our minds? What have we done?
My lawn covered in white this morning--very heavy frost--so unusual for here--Jack did not linger when he went outside !!!!
"Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late."
Escuchando a the cramberries . . . .linger
Not so in haste, my heart! have faith in God and wait; although He seems to linger long He never comes too late... ~ Torrey there is comfort in waiting... though Heaven may be delayed, God has His reasons... no doubt about it! our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control...
There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
I linger in the door way of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name.....
... memories of you linger in my mind ... how i wish i framed your smile,to hang it in a permanent way ...
Memories linger on, so why keep those that made you cry? Instead, remember those that made you happy and keep moving on...
Not so in haste,my heart! Have faith in God,and wait;Althought He seems to linger long,He never comes too late. God always performs what He promises.
Not so in haste,my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although he seems to linger long He never comes too late.
Is it too late to ask for love? Is it wrong to feel right? When the world is winding down Thoughts of you linger around .
You’ll always be a part of me I’m a part of you indefinitely Girl don’t you know you can’t escape me Ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby And we’ll linger on Time can’t erase a feeling this strong No way you’re never gonna shake me Ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby ........
Have faith in God and wait; although He seems to linger long. He never comes too late.. #God's message to me #ourdailybread
Days like this, are hard for me, the memories I carry for the great times I had with Paul Proctor, linger in, my head all those sick days we used, up early get kids to school, blazer loaded w gear, sleds cover up the nite before, got to clear the snow from the garage door to back the blazer to the trailer and hook up, to enjoy a day of sledding with the one I love, and great friends! I miss those times!
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. - Torrey
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.... Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control...
Its better to die and sleep then never wake and sleep then linger on and dare to live when the souls life is gone
Things may not be working well in your life now....keep going,God is faithful and will never let your situation to linger.
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control. Hhhhhmmmmm!
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes to late.
Here, have a heart on me Take my soul for free Empty everything I have ever stored in my fragile mind Its not there It never was Free me from the evil love you hold inside your precious soul Let go of it Its not yours You’ve taken just about everything my body has to offer Go away Disappear You linger absent leaving a hole in my bare heart Your gone Don’t come back Forget the passion between our lips as it was only a dream
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late...! - Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control...!!!
I don't think she really has anything for me to do today. she keeps telling me to go check stuff that was already taken care of. guess i will just linger around.
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long. He never comes too late......
"There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me." -
Have faith in God and wait. Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control.
Forgiveness is key, rejoice in your redemption as you gave the Lord your heart to set free, Its hard to forgive those who caused you misery and pain, but its harder to forgive yourself and your heart that once was stained, but you must forgive the person that you were so you can love who you are today, God alway smiles on you for he sees who you are today, You are Love, Compassion and humble, All the good traits that he has put inside of you and even loves you when you stumble,No ones perfect to who cares who points the finger,Let them point for you have already forgave yourself and moved on; so let them sit there with thier finger and linger, never let someone come along and talk down to you like your feelings dont care, You have a Voice, a Passion for life, so dont look back because the old you is not there.
Not so in haste, my heart have faith in God, and wait; although he seems to linger long he never comes too date.
You’ll always be a part of me I’m a part of you indefinitely Girl don’t you know you can’t escape me darling cause you’ll always be my baby And we’ll linger on Time can’t erase a feeling this strong No way you’re never gonna shake me darling cause you’ll always be my baby
Not so in haste my heart! Have faith in God and wait; Although He seems to linger long, He never comes too late.- Torrey
I seem to not belong and am confused the memories of your baby daddy linger and are not forgotten he remninsce is evident why do u claim me but he clearly is who u wann in your life not me i feel trapped and steppin on another mans urf where i do not belong yet u say u wann me and show the neeed for him in every aspect of ur life i have been decieved in heart by mine own desires lord faher please show me a sign and the place of my belonging
When tha age of innocence ends,faded images linger 'lain of poety'
Maintain that new driveway or walkway to keep it looking good and to extend its life. Sweep or brush it at regular intervals, and hose it off periodically. Wet leaves can stain the concrete, so do not let them linger. If you power wash, make sure you use the correct cleaning products.
Not so in haste,my heart!Have faith in god,and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long, He never comes too late. My greatest comfort is to know that God is in control. Congrats to the whole BCH class12.
You’ll always be a part of me I’m a part of you indefinitely Girl don’t you know you can’t escape me Ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby And we’ll linger on Time can’t erase a feeling this strong No way you’re never gonna shake me Ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. - Torrey
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. -Torrey
There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo, It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me... ♥
Not so in haste, my heart! have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. -Torrey
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. #Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in Control#
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control. #workmode
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long. He never comes too late - Torrey
Is life hard for you or a loved one, and you are wondering why God has allowed you or your loved one to linger? God has a wise and loving purpose in leaving us behind. There is work to be done in us that can only be accomplished here on earth and there is work to be done for others--- if only to love and to pray.
"Time heals all wounds" They may scab over but never heal. If your first love breaks your heart and never explains why that can remain in the back of your mind. That friend that slept with your man or back-stabbed you can be long gone from your life, but when you discuss the past, feelings crop up. Maybe the saying should be time lessen the memory but the feeling can linger depending on the situation.
When the big world falls apart And you think that the feeling will linger You need somewhere to start I will be here
Unsure why I let little things linger in my mind.... Just pray for things to be the way your heart feels they should be...
When minutes become hours When days become years And I dont know where you are Color seems so dull without you Have we lost our minds? What have we done? But it all doesnt seem to matter anymore When you kissed me on that street, I kissed you back You held me in your arms, I held you in mine You picked me up to lay me down When I look into your eyes I can hear you cry for a little bit more of you and I Im drenched in your love Im no longer able to hold it back Is it too late to ask for love? Is it wrong to feel right? When the world is winding down Thoughts of you linger around••• Nice song!
For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay. Habakkuk 2: 3
I pray Over and over again That this won't be my end I still have a long life to live I'm begging you, begging you I can't remember the last time That I said goodbye,or that I even tried I'm becoming afraid, it's already to late I'm on my knees, please help me stay alive I hope this isn't my last night As I lose my mind, and try to save my life I'm becoming afraid, it's already too late I'm on my knees, please help me stay alive It's just to much to handle I feel myself turn into stone Desperate, as the voices linger There's nothing left for me,please save my soul I'm running out of time I can feel the words crawling down my spine I'm running out of time
'Oh Grace just hold me, in your arms and let this moment linger, They'll take me out at dawn and I will die, with all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger, there won't be time to share our love, so we must say Goodbye' One of my Favourite songs ever!!
I hate when i wake up from the nightmares that linger a little longer than i want to, And seems a bit too real for me to just brush off.
Is sick, sick, sick... Wasn't feeling well yesterday, drank plenty of H2O& OJ but last night got hit by that Mac truck!!! Up most of night coughing, blowing nose! Here's hoping it doesn't linger for too long!! Ugh...
Have faith in God and wait Although He seems to linger long, He never comes too late
If the last thing I see is your face If the last thing I feel is your embrace Then I would not be afraid I would go to a happy grave If the last thing I see is you Should I suddenly disappear Or linger on for 100 years I would know no fear I would taste no bitter tears If the last thing I see is you Old heart of stone, help me forget it Old heart of stone, do you think she meant it Old heart of stone, somehow I've always known That I'd regret it If I could have one wish It would be that you remember this Know that I did not stray For you were there to guide my way You and your beautiful face If I should fall would you give chase Would you follow me Or find someone to fill my space And keep you company If the sun refused to shine If it called for rain till the end of time I would not lose faith I'd sail my soul to a warmer place for you and your beautiful face
Our greastest comfort is to know that God is in control. Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long, He never comes too late...
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although he seems to linger long He never comes to late. Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control
Not si in haste, my heart Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long, He never comes too late. Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control.
Not so in haste, my heart ! Have faith in God, and wait; although he seems to linger l0ng he never c0mes too late. - Torrey
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although he seems to linger long he never comes too late.
Your day breaks, your mind aches You find that all her words of kindness linger on When she no longer needs you She wakes up, she makes up She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry She no longer needs you And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind her tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years You want her, you need her And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead You think she needs you You stay home, she goes out She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone She doesn't need him Your day breaks, your mind aches There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head You won't forget her And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind her tears Cried for no one A love that should have lasted years
The risk is not a slipped grip at the edge of the peak, the real danger is just to linger at the base of the thing.
I need ah #!$%@ tht can last linger then 30 minss , Sorry !
And I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger
Good morning journey followers... Something to think about today. "Press forward. Do not stop, do not linger in your journey, but strive for the mark set before you."
Not so in haste, my heart! have faith in God, and wait; although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.
I wish i could find the words that linger just out of reach, When i am about to say something i loose my power of speech, I am someone now i don't recognize, It took someone like you to shatter my disguise.... M i still searching for something????????????????
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; although he seems to linger long he never comes too late.........................have a bless day fb
There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. .... good bey to all....
-Through your border into mine- I am your smell and mine too perhaps- encircled by the linger of your legacy of touch, spread onto the nakedness of patriotism, pristine, vulnerable and bloody.. In the aftermath of a nations's dreams somehow gone horribly wrong. - Maitreyee B Chowdhury
There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me...
Here in my bed, thinking all the words you said...they linger in the wind...
Not so in haste, my heart? Have faith in God, nd wait although He seems to linger long He never #!$% too late.
Not so in haste,my heart!Have faith in God,and wait;althoug he seems to linger long he never comes too late.
There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.”
There's this place in me where your finger prints still rest... your kisses still linger and your whispers softly echo... It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me -Heartbroken
Not so in haste,my heart!Have faith in God,and wait,Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.
Not so in haste,my heart! Have faith in God,and wait; Although he seems to linger long, He never comes too late. ~Torrey......nice wknd folks
Not so in haste, my heart have faith in God, and wait; although he seems to linger long, he never comes too late
There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.....♥♥
If I linger on the internet map in one place too long I freak people out.
Not s0 in haste, M̶̲̥̅γ̲̣̣̥ heart! Have faith in God, and wait; although He seems to linger long He never comes too late. Our greatest comfort is to know that God is in control.
Not so in haste, my heart! Have faith in God, and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.
My life is filled with shades of gray Thought that I have lost my way The world seems to turn me down With a broken heart, I always frown You came to bring my heart back to life Never leaving me in times of strife You blew my mind into the wilderness Having you here is an endless happiness You linger in my thoughts as I sleep Memories with you I always keep Should I keep the love in our friendship? or take the risk to be in a relationship? -and I open up my eyes, I saw the sign.. lalalalala....
:: You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away,...You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up,Then have to tuck em in when I pop up ::
Not so in haste,my heart! Have faith in God,and wait; Although He seems to linger long He never comes too late.-Torrey
Sometimes it's hard to leave your past behind definitely knowing that certain issues were never solved rightfully, but left to linger. Certain people can forget, but I'm one that remembers everything in detail... sucks! #moving forward
Quote Examples using Linger
I hate when I have stupid dreams that linger all day. I keep thinking I need to call and make amends with Eric Michael Kaple. I had a dream last night that he told me he couldn't be my friend any longer unless I apologized to him. In my dream I wouldn't apologize. So I'm sorry Eric! Now I just wonder what I did to make him not wanna be friends. Lol!Anonymous
Whenever you are prescribed an antibiotic, the physician will instruct you to consume ALL of it, even after the signs of the illness is gone. Normally, there are strands that linger after the sickness that could cause you to become ill again if ALL of the medication isn't consumed. Thought: Be careful of thinking just because people and problems aren't visible that they aren't still there. Some of the most violent vices of the enemy are those that aren't visible. Continue to pray until you are completely healed!Anonymous
I want more impossible to ignore, Impossible to ignore. And they'll come true, impossible not to do, Impossible not to do. And now I tell you openly, you have my heart so don't hurt me. You're what I couldn't find. A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind; You're everything to me. Oh, my life, Is changing every day, In every possible way. And oh, my dreams, It's never quite as it seems, 'Cause you're a dream to me, Dream to me.Anonymous
Making another crock pot of slow cooking soup at The Croft. It smells heavenly! The earth is warm enough today to walk barefoot, as long as you don't linger too long. Cool. Damp from the rain. Earthy and earthworm smelling. Tempting one into garden work, even tho you know with rational mind that Winter is still here, hovering back for a short reprieve. Everything is calling, "Come play! It's magic! Enjoy it to store you thru more snow, wind, ice and cold....." And being simply human, I give up, give in...temptation is too high to not play!Anonymous
Kids can go back to school monday. All our lungs are clear, no fevers, things are looking good, slowly on the mend, only thing is, the cough will linger for a while. Now time to hit some headbands, the last stack of the box! Yee ha!Then got plenty of burners to drill. Happy happy joy joy. Lets see how many fingers we can lose on those suckers!Anonymous
The Lost Elves.... A man of great and excellent travels, Whose heart is that of an explorer. The wanderer who alone among the sons of men conversed with the Fay of the ancient forests. A man who traveled through the land of Faerie and there acquired lost and hidden knowledge. The literature of Faerie. He was elf, of the forest magic. One who treasures and rehearses old tales and Elfin songs. Mankind had ceased to believe in the Faerie. Because of their treason and faint hearts so it is that the forest magic is dying and the faeries fading. Now people dwell everywhere, and they care not nor know not of the ancient days. Barren has their land become, Stripped of its raiment, Its splendor gone. The magic path wooded with a thousand whispering trees. The ancient magic of the forest is calling you. The whispering host of old deep rooted trees. I wander the faerie realms. Green is my armor. I am lord of all the trees. Where linger the faithful companies of fair elves?Anonymous
The Brook I come from haunts of coot and hern; I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men maygo, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trehles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men maygo, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery water break Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men maygo, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men maygo, But I go on for ever.Anonymous
Chapter 8 Felix tuned to face the same side street, which only days before offered him a cowardice retreat from the crime he committed. Yet, now that relentless adrenaline, anxiety and fear had been replaced by a morose; a strange type of affliction that drove him deeper into existential void. Felix could see the face’s of a demoralised people retuning home from work; an entire workforce hanging there heads in morbid defeat. He could see the numbers of homeless people visibly increase through out the city, huddling into what ever space they could find too protect them from the extremities of the weather. Felix could here in there conversations; the voice of discontent at the governments, the banks and the elite, as he walked though each street. A sombre morose caught a chilling insight in the psyche of a culture utterly disembowelled with a type of inevitable paralysis that loomed in the air. This seamed too grasp the sentiment and the mood of the city. Once known for its razor wit and wicked, childlike mischief had been condemned too a strange autistic, like silence. Felix couldn’t quit grasp the manifestation of this mood, perhaps he reasoned that this was the physical representation of his own tragic misery, which seamed to relentlessly peruse him. Yet something was screaming in every street and back alleyway, which tormented the city in silence. A sudden thought ruptured through his consciousness; perhaps it was the austerity, but if it was, why didn’t I see it before? Why did it take my own condition too actualise this rooting decay, that dank stagnation that had been eating its way through the hopes and endeavours of society. Perhaps now it was only manifesting it self, as if invisible too the naked eye, each cutback was a minuscule incision yet a thousand of these could be physically felt. Yet, how did this morbid condition not enter into my consciousness; was it now, only in my darkest hour that this condition, this physical stagnation only materialised and how was it that it never appeared too me, as it does now? Vivid, like; with stark indentations written in bold logic that was so utterly abundantly apparent, was it my position in society? A wealthy man at the age of 27 could disassociate such a trivial veneer of servitude was beyond me. Or was it my Nietzscheian inspired resolve, banishing the weak and the venerable into oblivion; was this the righteousness of the strong? The week must suffer what they must and the strong must do as, they must, isn’t this human nature? Isn’t this the natural order of things, spear headed with the creed of survival of the fittest. Yet isn’t this doctrine the same mediocrity, the same inertia that beholds so much of my loathing for society; maintaining the status quo that equilibrium of sorts, which suspends the entirety of human endeavour into inaction and paralysis. Unknown too Felix; his beloved doctrine with its fibres so ingrained into the roots of his consciousness was being unravelled by his own pursuit of the truth. His consciousness began to perceive the world with renewed insight. Those categorise of science and rationality that ruthlessly maintained order by empirically validating existence which undermined the chaos and anarchy of human condition. These crude formulas that fixated human consciousness into a graveyard of statistical data conveniently swept aside that ability to shape and alter the unknown , as if this phenomenon was inconceivable for society at large. It was here Felix stumbled across the contradiction of his doctrine; the further he perused, a more rigid and ruthless critique of the world; the greater he relied on idealism to verify his own opinion. In the sense that these learnt experiences, where all reduced too assumptions, which feed into the idealism of his own dogmatic believes. Yet wasn’t this my only reprieve, my only fortress, which cocooned my existence from the ruthless domination of my father. Just, as he was wrestling with these thoughts he had lost all sense of direction, as if his mind was at war with it self. Felix turned too see, where he was, unknown to him he had walked a good half an hour down the quays with out him even realising it. He caught a glimpse of his mental state this unnerved him trying desperately to think logically, he jolted his mind in a valiant attempt to focus his thoughts on the immediacy of the situation. He turned out his pockets to reveal the addresses and phone numbers. Felix took a quick glance and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction, too where he came. Finally after 20 minutes he had reached his destination. The same homeless shelter that frank had suggested two days previous. Suddenly; an immediate doubting thought entered his head, this was madness what will I say if I do find him? How do I even know that this peter is the same man that has tormented my thoughts? yet just, as this sudden fixation entered his head that manic state of anxiety retuned crippling any notion of rational thought, which compelled his body in an a robotic, like fashion altering his conscious will in to a reflex action. Felix began to mumbled something to him self almost inaudible to the passers by, but this became louder and louder repeating the same sentence, as he moved; edging ever closer to the homeless shelter “I must seek shelter in the destitution of my actions” Felix paused before entering the building. There was a vacant silence creeping through his face with something looming underneath his thoughts, but he couldn’t quit express itself. Eventually he walked through the door. He had a confounded expression written through the features of his face; almost vacant, like wandering aimlessly in the wilderness of his thoughts. The clerk, whom sat just inside the door rang out in a hostile tone “not again” immediately thinking that this man was stung out or even worse cripple by a mental health disease. “Look mate, we have a strict no drugs policy” he proceeded to get out of his seat in an aggressive manner and began to search Felix for drugs and alcohol, but as he perused this, he began to fixate on his designer clothes and newly bought shoes. Is this some kind of a joke, he thought. Yet, as he gave Felix a bold, stark even suspicious look inviting Felix to refute the allegation that strange confounded expression carved through the features of his face, which he had seen when Felix entered the building. The clerk thought about ringing the ambulance services believing that this man was in a state of psychosis. He again looked at Felix, as if too reinforce his own suspicious opinion “are you alright” “do know, where you are” “yes” Felix replied hesitantly “I have come too seek absolution “; “I must seek shelter in the destitution of my actions”. What? He replied, is this a joke. Confounded at such a remark the clerk began to pick the phone to ring the police. eventually Felix gained the initiative “Look im looking for a man called peter is he here” “No, why would you ask” “I have something to tell him” “I cant give you that sort of information” replied the clerk growing bolder in his frustration “Look” Felix replied in a convincing tone “I am homeless” “I have no where to stay” “I just didn’t know how best to approach the question” what I said earlier was ….. Felix searched for words that would give him the upper hand, as if appealing to some dignified human sensibility. “I was saying because” well I am convinced that the destitute nature I find me self in was born out of my own hand and I’m already humiliated by the poverty I find my self in. So please im pleading with you” The clerk saw Felix’s despondent and down beat brow that he had caused humiliation to this mans pride with that his tone and demeanour immediately changed, as if embarrassed by his own suspicion. “Alright, look I can well understand” “It’s just the times we live in” “Either way I apologise if I caused you humiliation, that was never my intention, im almost embarrassed by it now” “Its just you never whom might show up and we have to be carful with security these days” “ The effects of austerity is driving people further and further into desperation, drugs and alcohol have never been so bad”. Just, as the clerk stopped speaking his mood had completely changed he seamed to be in a jovial manor brought about by the apparent humiliation of Felix, which only aided the awkward embarrassment between the two of them . “look we got off to a bad start” “my name is Patrick” he placed his hand out, as a gesture of good will “and yours” he replied “Felix” “Well, Felix I can see what I can do” “here, will you fill this form out.” On it was a list of requirements, which seamed farcical considering where he was. Felix gave the document a surreptitious glance, as if dismissing it entirely. Patrick could see this and was provoked into explaining the reason for such a meaningless bureaucratic procedure. “Usually I would never ask, but procedure is procedure and I can be disciplined if I don’t carry them through” “ But personally it makes me sick; trying to meet targets in homeless shelters, every facet of our working existence is coming under competitive forces” “There introducing all types of measures” “even bench marking” “They just don’t get it in head office; were trying to help the most venerable in society, whom most of them cant even read” “let alone, sign needless documents on last fixed abode and last fixed income, it makes no sense” “ A man, like you probably knows all this” he look at Felix with an air of authority, but Felix choose too ignore it. Don’t get me started on the labour party” “traitorous bastards” “Its, as if they are wilfully allowing the blue shirts and there German allies to carve the country into a Black Hole of despair” “ But its not the Germans, as in the workers; they have already taken a 20 percent reduction in living standards over the last 15 years” “it’s the elite; the same, as they are in Greece, Spain, Italy, Britain even in Egypt and Syria they all take on the same character” “And for what competition to sell exports they no body can buy because of austerity” “It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so tragic” “And those so called wealth creators” “There more bleeding trees planted in the Nairobi desert than there are jobs being created in Ireland” “And all for what so they can hold onto there self absorbed imagine” “Pretentious twats” “Their desperately trying to hold onto there self appointed thrown, as the new a high priest’s of Ireland” “The whole things stinks of Bertie and we loved him for it”. Patrick gave a sardonic smile, laughing indiscriminately at the dark humour that was in implicit in the corruption that besieged Ireland before the crisis. “Yet the tragic irony in it; is that the same measures of privatisation and competitive work practices created the crisis and now they want to expand it further in too all areas of human life” Even as we speak they are trying too adopt these ruinous measures in here and in all the charity based work” “all because that Thatcher, like witch in the labour party is insisting on it”. “Never before did I think the labour party would turn out too be so utterly devoid of a back bone” “Not even putting up the slightest of resistance” “But, orders are orders”. Felix was stunned by the level political awareness that this man had, as if a terribly beauty was being summoned form the under classes erupting from the undergrowth, while Felix and his own class slept blissfully unaware. Felix briefly scrolled down the list of the document that was handed to him; each neatly expressed in a, linger like fashion with boxes at the end of each question. There were at least five pages in all with each question, as ridicules as the next. These ranging from last abode, to last fixed income, third level education and bank details. He began to stutter through his thought believing this was a joke a surreptitious smile glanced gracefully over his face. last abode could mean anything, particularly if you were homeless and don’t get me started on bank details, what a farce he thought. Felix stumbled awkwardly over the form trying desperately too conceal his own wealth after some time Patrick took the form. He convinced him self that this gesture would resolve the tension and embarrassment he had created in there earlier exchanges. “Here it doesn’t matter, ill take you too your room.” he walked through a complex of rooms with numbers on them. The windows had reinforced steel running through the window creating a prison, like ambiance in the architecture. Each room was numbered with thick reinforced steel carved though the doors, as if to suggest a bold intention. The entire complex had in all about a 150 residents, which were all coming out of there rooms to see there new neighbour. there was a baffled complexion written through there faces, how could this man, as well dressed as he was, be in such a state of destitution. Felix looked upon them with same amount of astonishment, as they had shown him. They all bared the marks of poverty; some with knife scares berried deep into there skin. There was a dishevelled landscape driven into the features of there face; some had long beards with overgrown hair and bad teeth being a general trend, which were blackened and uneven, as a cause of years of substance abuse. Eventually he arrived at his lodgings. The room was small with prison features, one small window with a desk. There was bunk beside him. In the centre of the room was a desk with a bible on it. Patrick took the bible and gave it too him. “You might need this, we all need god in our lives and you can’t put a price on faith”. He said in a sardonic tone. “Just to go through the rules with you” “there is strict no drugs policy”. “any drugs on the premises will result in immediate expulsion form the premises” “this is also the case for alcohol” “you have to leave the premises at eight o’clock in the morning and return at seven” “its eight Euros a night and 56 Euros a week, most of the residence get this from begging or other means, but its mandatory and there are shower facilities”. “right if you sign here” Felix signed the document “does that mean I have to leave now?” “not on your first day, but you will be required to leave the premises tomorrow” “right I let you get acquainted with your new surroundings” just, as Patrick left; Felix had a sudden vexation he saw an ever increasing bureaucracy, in which laws were prescribed to those that had nothing. However, ultimately as Patrick said, these were laws passed on to him from head office. A hierarchy of bureaucratic inertia reinforcing that Amoeba like existence with its single cell logic reproducing units and categories which were saturated by a despotic need to repel the anarchy of the market. This manifested it self rules and the regulations of the shelter unfortunately those at the bottom of pile and directly affected by it were the homeless, the destitute and the broken. A manic, like existence that was condensed into a tragic symphony of misery that was concealed form the gentrified sensibilities of decent society. Yet in there ruinous history and past afflictions there was something noble even dignified in there dislocated existence. There was a brutal honesty, a raucous mischief that pissed triumphantly on all those sentiments of careerism, which seamed too reproduce these hollow fictions characters which loomed in the streets. Yet although this sentiment seemed to gloss over the trauma that poverty and destitution often creates. There was a certain fearless deviance in their pursuit to exist by what ever means possible. Although this was rather a romantic even an idealistic portrait, it never the less appealed to Felix to survive what ever the cost; a weary defiance against all the odds, much, like his resolve against his own fathers despotic will. Yet there was something creeping through the undergrowth of his thoughts. He once again saw the flash of that sardonic smile that Patrick gave him before he left. How, can some one so political aware place his faith in god, as if his own faith in logical deduction was acting in the judgment of gods greater power expressed neatly into a metaphysical mist that was independent of his own actions? Was this blinding stupidity or did it represent something other than what was abundantly clear? Yet what about my own pursuit of atonement, wasn’t I doing the same thing even on a greater scale, as if the act I had committed could be conveniently swept aside by atoning for a crime. Was it god I was appealing to or was it the shock that my own resolve would express it self in such a ludicrous and even barbaric way? Yet am I not reading into a smile and giving meaning to it; much like post modernity insistency on the tone of language exhibiting some concealed meaning? Wasn’t I delving into the same illogical reasoning? Just as he was beginning to doubt Patricks apparent convictions a young man walked into the room. He couldn’t have been older that 20 his face was round with a serene innocence, as if just out of adolescence. Yet there was a tragic, like symphony resonating through his eyes. He had a hostile look, as soon as he caught Patrick in the room “get the #!$% off me bed!” he yelled Patrick was stunned by this hostility and aggression “look man I don’t know you right, but there are ground rules in this place” “possessions and private space are at a premium” “right” he shouted loudly too clarify his position “This is my bed and this is my side of the room” “respect these rules and well be fine” Patrick moved to the other side of the room he sat staring vacantly out side of the window not know how to respond. He could see beyond that hostility and aggression too a young man placed into an impossible situation. Asphyxiated beyond all recognition; there was no dignified sentiment, no lofty ideals, but a blunt, cold and ruthless world that tormented his consciousness into a confined space, prodding and pocking him like physiatrist analysing a patient. “Look mate im sorry too fly off the handle like that”, “but I need my space” “you know” “it’s this #!$%@&! country” “ye know”, as if inviting Felix too agree with his opinion. There was a cautious tone in his voice. He sat there analysing Felix intently, looking at his demeanour and dress sense “not trying to be funny mate, but what the #!$% are you doing in here” Felix stumbled trying to find the words, which express his desire to repent and seek absolution and to find a man whom was called peter. Yet he stumbled awkwardly almost stuttering over his own thought. “I lost my job and this is all I have” “no wife or kids” the young man replied “no nothing” “you need something in here other than that #!$%@&! useless bible that they throw at you” “Do you smoke” he nervously moved form his position pacing up and down the small room, while keeping his eyes fixed on Felix. “No mate I don’t smoke” he took out his john player blue and lit up a cigarette “a signature dish form the working class” “#!$% man I need to get out of this country” “find a job some, where like in south America” “I hear the coke is really good over there and the women are spectacular” imagine all that space wild and free with no commitments just the open air an endless expanses of freedom “ever been?” “No love to go though” Felix replied hesitantly. He realised that all his replies were an attempt to find some common ground. Yet still he wasn’t convinced whether he could trust this man, as he might as easily punch him in the face as he was; too give him a smoke. So this blunt form of conversation loaded in meaningless platitudes was a way for him to assure him self that this young man was at least hospitable. “ have you got any change mate” “need a slug of something raw, like some home made whisky or something” “where you from man im from gardener street” he abruptly moved the conversation, as if he had never asked the question previous, as if to embarrassed too linger on it “no im from Clontarf” “yeah nice place so I hear” “goes with the cloths your wearing” “yeah I suppose it does” “ look im sorry to ask this, but do have any change on you” Felix had to be cautious, if he took out his wallet it could invite this man to robed it” he searched in his pocket for lose shrapnel and gave it too him there was about 12 Euros in change.” take it” he replied “your champ, fair play man” “right ill be back in while, got to dodge that prick Patrick” “don’t let him fool you, he’s an absolute wanker” “thinks, he’s better than the rest of us” “right man ill be talking to you” Felix paused and began to reason perhaps this gesture might improve the tension in the room, either way it was only lose shrapnel. He began to delve deep into a self reflective mood, as if this insight triggered something unearthing it self, in his consciousness. A number of questions began to loom in his thoughts doubting his conviction to come here. what am I doing here? I was meant to find peter, not find sanctuary in a homeless centre and what exactly am I going to say him, sorry! I don’t exactly think I will be greeted with open arms and how do I even know this peter was the man I attacked? There must be hundreds; if not thousand of peters in Ireland. This is madness completely off the wall. Yet what am I to do return to that house, return to that place where all those disfigured images of my childhood could erupt at any time, sending me into downward spiral right to the edges of madness. And what about that imagine of my self in the mirror. There was something missing, that fearless like resolve that gave me an air of invincibility had been tarnished by a truth so utterly stark that my consciousness forbade me from unearthing it. A resounding impulse colonised his thoughts should I leave and go back to my petty comforts. All though this seamed convenient in the awkwardness of the situation he reasoned this wasn’t possible, as for all the questions of doubt he had uncovered previously. He took out the torn and crumpled up piece of paper, which had on it; all the addresses and phone numbers reading over them trying desperate to command his will to act, as if been caught in two places at one time. Yet he reasoned this affliction, that resounding anxiety which attacked with out remorse could paralyse him at any given movement. He remembered how he was crippled by it; not being able to breathe, lying hopelessly on the floor screaming out in anguish to some metaphysical being hidden in his thoughts. Yet beyond that anxiety, that pang of guilt and apprehension there was something much greater, lurking behind the physical form of his illness. It was the trauma of his youth; defiled and disfigured by the unintelligible force of his fathers hand. These, hidden memories footnotes, if you will, condemn to the abject and despotic nature of his youth which had to be liberated. Implicit within this crenel of truth was a desire to atone for his crime. Yet it was this truth that drove him to the edge of his facilities; a deranged, like sprit that was eating away at the fabric of mental state. However, he reasoned his entire being depended on liberating these hidden memories from his consciousness. It was this act alone, which had the capacity to release him from the bondage of his father’s memory. Felix reasoned that it was here in the homeless shelter he could make his last stand; a last throw of the dice, to liberate his consciousness. A string of thought; drove this fearless conviction, which underpinned his actions up to this point, as rational and sane. He convinced him self that he could use the homeless shelter, as a base; acquiring contacts, which would aid him trace down this enigmatic figure that haunted his thoughts. Felix vowed to search indiscriminately through the many shelters that littered Dublin and he even pondered the possibility of going to cork. If nothing else he would exhaust the addresses and phone numbers, then perhaps he would be free of this anxiety and guilt that crippled his existence. Yet, as he felt a comfort in this absolute conviction; he turned to look at his cloths, his designer shoes, his outrageously priced watch and his wallet full of money totalling 350 Euros. This unearthed a hideous irony to the strange comfort he had just felt. He remarked on frank; with that knife thick, scare piercing the left side of his cheek and even the young man that he was sharing his room with. Felix could see a brazen hostility within him that seamed at odds with the innocent features of his face; a type of aggression that was born out of the naturalised violence of his youth. He also reflected upon the other people that were forced to live this life of destitution. He began to laugh in a mocking tone; at the sheer stupidity of his own conviction, as if to seek absolution by renouncing his wealth and title. All so he could chose to live in a world, which diminished his responsibility, which abdicated his will and resolve. When so many have no choice, but are forced into this bondage, this harrowing destitution with no other option, but to scrape an existence from the filth and depravity around them. These petty refinements; are the legacy of my fathers ghost and I wear them, with an air of superiority. Yet this is a manifestation of my cowardice, a dependency which lines my pockets in his tortured memory. How can I liberate those tortured memories, when I depend so much on his inherited wealth? Yet, as these thoughts were creeping into his head a sting of questions were beginning to form in the tumult of his consciousness. Am I to renounce my wealth; this one comfort that gave me security and am I not owed a reprieve from the damage of his childhood? Was I to give it all up and live a life based on sacrifice and scarcity, like a monk or a hermit? Yet wasn’t this a real tangible option abdicating my will so that servitude was my only alternative. And how would I give up my possessions; give the young man my wallet, shoes and cloths. All so I could bare the mark of sin. Felix said to him self in a sardonic tone, laughing at the stupidity of such a suggestion. These deep reflective thoughts were unceremoniously dialogued from his consciousness when Felix fell on to the bed although he had slept for two day the pervious these constant pangs of deep reflection thoroughly exhausted him. He tried to root out those unattainable memories, searching wildly in the depths of his unconscious thought. Yet, as he tried too penetrating this vast expanse there were objects of past memories concealed in questions, which seamed to hinder his progress. It was these questions, which seamed to expand and contract the further he tried peruse the truth, which utterly fatigued him. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep frustrated that his path of reason had been thwarted.Anonymous
I caught myself dialing your number today. I just wanted to say hello. It’s been a while since I’ve heard your voice. I miss our little chats about nothing in particular. They seemed so unnecessary, and sometimes even a bother when my days were hectic. I wish I hadn’t taken them for granted now, wish I had not been annoyed by those interruptions. I got on Facebook this morning, like I do every day. It told me that I haven’t been in touch with you for a while; that I should send you a message. How I wish I could! I miss our little MI chats in the afternoons, when we talked about silly things. The kind of flowers you bought to put in your flower beds, the crazy weather. What you were planning to cook for dinner which, was always something yummy sounding. The various projects you were busy with, you were never still for long. I pulled your picture up on my computer and sat – looking at your image, remembering the many things we’ve done together, places we’ve gone throughout the years. I realized that those times are gone now – gone forever, but the memories still linger. I sat alone, looking at your picture, wishing I could call, or MI, or send you a message because I just want to tell you – I miss you so much mom. To you, my surrogate mother, my friend, and a beautiful person. I miss you very much, but I know Heaven is blessed to have you there.Anonymous
Its ..... jPad....... Are you obsessed with anyone.. come on its Friday... on Whose FB page do you linger??Anonymous
. Can I ask you to do something out the ordinary? Just become a “little child” for a minute. Come to Jesus as you would to a father or mother who deeply loves you. No requests. No expectations. You don’t have to brush your teeth or comb your hair. Simply come to Him and linger in His presence, experiencing His love for you. Why not take a moment to do this right nowAnonymous
A little pushkin for this wintery friday morning ~ shabbat shalom ~ Snow, frost and sunshine ... Lovely morning! Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning, Are still abed ... Awake my sweet! Cast sleep away, I beg, and, rising, Yourself a northern star, the blazing Aurora, northern beauty, meet. Last night a snowstorm raged, remember; A turbid haze swam in the somber, Wind - ravaged sky, and through the gray Murk of the clouds the moon shone dully, And you sat listless, melancholy ... But now - look out the window, pray - 'Neat lucid skies of clearest azure, Great snowy carpets, winter's treasure, A rich and dazzling sight, lie spread. The wood is etched against them darkly, The first, rime - starred, are green and sparkling, In shiny mail the stream is clad. A mellow glow like that of amber Illumes the room ... Its good to linger Beside the gaily crackling stove, And think and dream ... But let our honest Brown mare without delay by harnessed That we may take a slag ride, love. We'll give free rein to her, and lightly, The snow of morning gleaming brightly, Skim over it, and, full of glee, Cross empty fields and empty meadows, A once green wood with trees like shadows, A stream and bank long dear to me. Alexander S. PushkinAnonymous
The mind is the only creative power in this world we made, and it does not create beyond itself. So if the body is sick it is only responding to a miscreation of the mind. The body does not create sickness on its on. Having seen and acknowledged the error, I return to the cause, which is mind, and forgive the thought that there is any creative power outside my mind. I ask the Holy Spirit to correct my thinking on this.Anonymous
12 January is very close to my heart. On this day day I lost a number of very close comrades and friends. Amongst them was Gift who had just being accepted at Sebokeng College of Education and a few days before had offered to broker peace between communities and a gang of thugs in Z/7. We were only to give our Cde a dignified burial. My the souls of Gift, Lovey, Thandi, Bongo and all those who perished on that day rest io perfect peace and their spirit remain a guiding light as we rebuild our country ravaged by years of destruction. We salute you our hereos and heroiness. Your memories will linger in our minds forever.Anonymous
All's any little boy wants... is to wrestle on the floor with a man who will be gentle enough to never hurt them, but tough enough to make them feel strong. They want to throw the ball to a guy who will catch it and say, "nice throw buddy".....when it's nowhere near his glove. They want to have guy time with someone who will make them feel tough... even if they cry over the slightest boo-boo... he will say in his manly way..."I'm right here". <3 Little boys love their mom... But watching the boys has been like music to my heart and a work of art to my eyes. If you're a father, a dad, a step, or a grand..... take time for our little boys. Your impression will linger for a lifetime....and us mom's think it's quite an amazing thing to watch. <3Anonymous
Good Morning Everyone! Is everybody doing okay? I'm hanging in there. I think the Vicks is helping. Raining today, temps have come up, I can see the grass! And 61 degrees tomorrow. Today is my daughter's birthday and I was going to go in to see her, but it is supposed to rain pretty good and that's a long drive. I'm going tomorrow and that will give me one more day to feel better and I am making her stuffed mushrooms and pepperoni rolls, which I am looking forward to because I didn't get to bake for Christmas. So, speaking of food, I'm hungry, time for breakfast! LOL! Should I go thrift shopping today? Let's take a vote, LOL!!!!!Anonymous
Skunk log, day 5. Empty trap, once again. Beginning to wonder if skunk has vacated the building and his calling card will just linger for months. Will continue over week-end and probably give it a rest. Skunk factoid of the day: mating season is Jan. and Feb.Anonymous
The Hermit card affirms that my alter ego today is revealed in the Doubter, whose superpower to reconsider acts as a beacon to a second chance through soul-searching. The truth is out there so leave room for uncertainty. Isolation without aim, or to avoid or linger among past emotional baggage is to navigate by a sign which obscures validation and burdens perspective. It's all catching up, but results to date are not enough. Today I make time to 'go retro' to assess matters or hedge my bet, and let conscience be my guide. It's only by illumination of my failures in this personal quest for truth that I can start to measure success or recognize an opportunity for trusting my heart and stepping back into circulation. Look to past experience for strength or enlightenment, or suffer in silence, or look for trouble, speculating or wandering in the dark until the chance is lost.Anonymous
When I think of you and the things we use to do sometimes I fall apart. But with a smile I cry and it gets me by n I could never say goodbye. For you are the part that make it start this wave of emotions rare with the notion love is the potion for me. Positively I linger for the touch of your finger n your voice calling me. Crazy you see it really can't be but yes you consume me.Anonymous
A Gentleman is A gentleman opens the door for a lady. A gentleman is kind towards a woman's feeling. A gentleman wants to understand how to make love to his ladies mind prior to sexual contact. He is interested in fore play of the brain vessel. He knows, having her mind slowly leads to winning over her heart. He listens and seeks to understands her position in order to be in sequence with his lady. A gentleman encourages his lady to be her very best. He is not jealous of her potential. He is confident as a gentleman, his lady will offer him the same favor and stand by his dreams as he's returned to her. A gentleman is loving and kind. He allows his heart to soften to show the love he wants his lady to see and feel. He understands when his lady doesn't feel loved, he must act with a sense of urgency to address the disconnect between the two. A gentleman understands today's concerns with his lady must not linger into the next day because the problem can grow into something much bigger. A gentleman understand he must provide clear answers to his ladies questions. He knows not answering may lead to confusion and frustration causing friction within the relationship. He knows to be honest with all that he is. A gentleman is emotionally and spiritually in link with his lady. A gentleman is heightened by the admiration his lady may receive from other men. He is confident with knowing his lady will not stray, due to the fact he is taking care of all of her needs and wants. He knows there is no settling for another man with it comes to his lady. A gentleman is interested in remaining in contact with his lady friend daily. He is passionate and protective of his lady. A gentleman is a man with a pure heart of love for his lady. Until the next time, love~inspire~empower another. GailAnonymous
Proverbs 23v29-35 29 Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes? 30 Those who linger over wine, who go to sample bowls of mixed wine. 31 Do not gaze at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly! 32 In the end it bites like a snake and poisons like a viper. 33 Your eyes will see strange sights, and your mind will imagine confusing things. 34 You will be like one sleeping on the high seas, lying on top of the rigging. 35 “They hit me,” you will say, “but I’m not hurt! They beat me, but I don’t feel it! When will I wake up so I can find another drink?”Anonymous
Lastnight my daughter w/ so much passion & want. made me sign w/a witness a promissery note that states... i patrica k strahler promise to take jesusita linger to norway after i win the lottery. why norway we asked.... she said be cuz awesome is there. in a matter of a fact kind of way. i have never signed anything so fast. didn't even have to think bout it. what are the odds? but, if i do ever win... the look on her face when she found out & realized she was going to norway.... would be priceless. i love her.... she gives me the momments i will never forget.Anonymous
In the course of life's journey we rub shoulders with many people, some are warm and open, others afraid and closed. Some we connect with, others come and soon are gone. Some linger awhile, but every now and then... either through fate or by chance, or because of a Higher Power... in an unexpected moment we are touched by a smile that lingers in the memory. We meet again and the more we do the more we know that we have met a friend, and we'll be friends forever. Next to God there is no greater gift in life than a forever-friend. I hope that we can be such friends.Anonymous
It's Friday. My migraine won't leave. Should be a fun and highly medicated day. I love headaches that linger for 3+ days. So strange that I only get them when I'm at work.Anonymous
Since it seems everyone is getting the flu or has someone in their family who have it, I have a tip for you. Don't forget to sanitize your vehicle. The Lysol wipes are great to use on your outside and interior door handles. Think of all the germs that can linger there. Get in your car and touch what you normally would touch. All those places need to be wiped down very well. I would not go crazy with them on Leather, but all the plastics and "chrome" will be fine. If you are unsure about a surface, test it first.Anonymous
The time period of 12/12/12 to 12/23/12 was quite extraordinary. Due to the very expectations, hopes and desires of those focusing on the potentiality of ascension, your combined efforts enabled the legions of Heaven to lift up the planet and humanity into a lighter vibration, lower density plane. As we have stated earlier, a transformation of your world has taken place, just not in the manner expected by some. It will take some time, in your terms, for the changes to be apparent in the physical. However, those among you who are particularly sensitive have already experienced a noticeable difference in the energies. Those who have the gift and ability of clairvoyance have witnessed a change in the light radiating from the planet and surrounds; the darkness that had invaded the lower dimensions of your world is gone. All that formerly supported the continuance of the rigid structure of three-dimensional life is now gone. All the structures that were created in 3D are now without inner support; like a building from which the primary supports have been withdrawn, they will collapse. Still, patience is required for those who look to see outward changes.Anonymous
If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade. I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude, It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything. I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you. So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you? But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, Do you have to let it linger? Oh, I thought the world of you. I thought nothing could go wrong, But I was wrong. I was wrong. If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie, Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used, But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you. But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, Do you have to let it linger? And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, Do you have to let it linger? You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, Do you have to let it linger? -CranberriesAnonymous
Proper Noun Examples for Linger
Vanmiddag luxe geluncht met Gracita Linger. Er ontspon zich een mooi gesprek, waarin me nog eens duidelijk werd dat - ook op zakelijk terrein - mogelijkheden ontstaan als er verbinding is.
#12. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one. -Linger^^ ×Eternal Warrior×
Linger no more, untie your boat, and set afloat Come into my heart, crossing over to this shore.............
Related Sentences for Linger
Light it up burn it down light it up burn it down then its time ta roll anotha one up I'm what's up so I let em know its going down in the compound u already know round for round we burn it down I'm the newst thing in town an I got pounds rollin around town blowin smoke rings doin my thing so if u comein ta chill bring that kill a couple blunts an papers an well burn em down till they stingers so jus le the smoke
Nothing worse than a lip pimple....hurts like a #!$%@ AND looks like herpes.
I'm not too sure I want to be Loul Deng tonight. Melo is coming back with a vengeance. He might drop 45! Lol *ShaQ*
Whered all this smog come from never thought it would get this #!$%@& here all i smell up town is trucks exaust #!$%@&
Never let ua memories be greata than ua drims
Message Bleu #34 : Construis une forteresse de tendresse et brûle tes ennemis du feu de tes yeux Bleus. Build a fortress of tenderness and burn your enemies with the fire of your Blue eyes.
Seriously, I don't care if you think that there is dog vomit in the vaccine. Just make sure your children, and your parents are vaccinated this year. My friend at the CDC said that this is no joke; these strains can be killers. I will be dragging my mother in kicking and screaming if I have to.
Walking along the street today and spewing all over wasn't one of my most glam moments!! Yuk!!
Chem-trailing and weather control technology has been around since Nikola Tesla days but now we are far more advanced and millions of tons a day of fall out including, including aluminum oxide, barium and used for biological warfare...To kill billions of the human race..as their plan is to reduce the population by 98%.
I want you all to know how much I appreciate the kind words you have sent me since we lost Cynthia. It has meant a great deal to me. Eventually I will will try to write to you all but for now, I am still having a hard time just getting necessities done. Each day I do get more done and I know that eventually this will just be part of the fabric of life but right now, it seems impossible for this to have happened.
Going to try and hang around the house today, see if I can get control of this damn flu bug... Never been this sick for this long. Very aggravating..
I think prayers are needed for friends and family that are sick with the flu, colds, etc. It took us over three weeks to start feeling better and that's questionable some days. This is becoming a real pandemic in Dallas and we need to take it seriously. If your sick, stay home! Drink fluids, wash hands and rest.
K this is day 3 being sick with this #!$%: achy, fever, coughing...how long does it last? Pls tell me its almost over.....:/
Ok i've hae enough of this cold thought it was going away but i think it started all over and worse wednesday night cost me two days of work that i could not afford enough ! Please lord make it go away!
Why subscribe to Showtime when they give it to you free for a weekend every year so you can watch Homeland and Dexter and not have to pay for the entire year...
Today I woke up feeling I'm not a good enough wife to Howard...I'm good to him take care of him never lie to him don't running around I'm there for him. Through the worst n best n see the good in him even when he's unbearable person to b around at times. I guess I just feel like he deserves more love than I can give him...I wana b more but don't know how
What a great morning.. .vince was in great mood....left early and stopped to have breakfast together before i dropped him off at school. My kids are all absolutely amazing!!!
Hooooola buenos días por fin Viernes... Un placer estar con ustedes en vivo y comunicación directa... Hoy platiquemos si sabemos guardar secretos?? O qué has hecho cuando te enteras q un secreto tuyo ya esta divulgandose??!!! Buenos días!!!!
Death can tear you apart,, I just can't believe he is in casket Why my brother God????
Verbal abuse is just as bad as physical abuse. In fact most cases verbal turns into physical abuse.
I wonder if the law of an eye for an eye was still ok....would it b ok for ppl to take a life when you take a life..would it be ok to hurt the closes to you if you hurt the closes to me..
That's a first for me ,seeing someone boil an egg in the kettle !! Will I get egg'y tea now though ??
Way to go parents that are still keeping their kids home to send a message to the teachers that you support them! Now just write a letter or email to parliament letting the government know your stance and how bill 115 is scaring you as a parent that who's next on the dictatorship line???
What a beautiful day! 2 hours walking the woods with percy, he now flat out on his blanket lol
Last night my husband said he wasn't feeling good and had chills--oh, no! I hope hope hope that he feels better soon and that the rest of my family doesn't get sick! Hope you're staying healthy, too.
So how do you pacify a tenant complaining of ghosts in his rental property? With knees trembling, walked in . It did feel odd! My answer ? Just move the F out ... No way am I gonna deal with #!$% like that
Could anyone recommend a good chiropractor around this area? x
Now, where did i very safely put the bit of paper i desperately need right now… i know its somewhere safe :-/
Av been heart brtoken amillion times n decieved a thousand tyms but Am still strong coz i believe
I had a dream & in dat dream i was blind filled with animosity & despised da world. By dat time, i had no frhends except one girl friend. She loved so deeply lk no one else on planet earth. She normally used 2 say dat she will marry me.