Someone or something of importance.
In any way, any extent or any degree.
That isn't anything like a car.
Any object, act, state, event, or fact whatever; thing of any kind; something or other; aught.
I would not do it for anything.
any object, act, state, event, or fact whatever; thing of any kind; something or other; aught; as, I would not do it for anything
expressing an indefinite comparison; -- with as or like
in any measure; anywise; at all
"Anything" is a song by American singer JoJo from her second studio album, The High Road. Written by Beau Dozier, Mischke Butler, and Justin Trugman and released as the album's third and final single in May 2007, the track contains a sample from Toto's 1982 song "Africa"—a former number-one single on the Billboard Hot 100—written by David Paich and Jeff Porcaro. The song premiered on March 19, 2006 on The Second JammX Kids All Star Dance Special. The single was the second official single from The High Road in European countries and was released in the United Kingdom on May 7, 2007; it began gaining airplay there on March 24, 2007, eventually debuting on BBC Radio 1's playlist under the B-list section. JoJo was in the UK during the first two weeks of May to promote the single; she performed at London's G-A-Y on May 12, and appeared on GMTV on May 8 as part of a series of radio and television interviews. "Anything" remained in the top forty of the UK Singles Chart for three weeks.
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The numerical value of ANYTHING in Chaldean Numerology is: 7
The numerical value of ANYTHING in Pythagorean Numerology is: 8
Finding the motivation was really about giving myself the permission to write. For me and for other veterans, it’s something we have to overcome in terms of drawing attention to ourselves or doing anything that we might perceive as selfish or self-indulgent, it’s something that I owe to the men and women that I served with and the awesome people that have come into my life. I owe it to them to share this story.
Everyone lies. It's not a sad fact, I don't think. Barely even a fact at all. Just...a reality. Something that was always true and will always continue to be true. It's something we all accept, whether we want to admit it or not. We all lie. Every one of us. And it's not just a one-time thing either. It's constant. We do it over and over again. And why wouldn't we? Parents lie to their kids, teach them how to lie right back to them, breeding a new generation of people born into distortion, born into a world of deceit and falsehood disguised as reality. And what can you expect from them? Can you really expect them to turn out pure and innocent when they're constantly being fed their parents' inventions, their teachers' stories? They pick up on those things. I did, at least. Maybe it was just me, though. It's not something you grow out of. As you get older, you keep on lying. You lie about everything, to everyone, at one point or another. You lie about your career when your parents ask how happy you are staying in your dead-end office cubicle counting down the seconds until you can go home and start the cycle of monotony over again. You lie to your spouse promising you'll love them till the end of time, not realizing that sooner or later, that love will run out. And not just for them, for anyone and anything. It never lasts. Nothing does. You lie to strangers when they ask you what you believe, what you pray to, what you curse when things don't work out, spouting some scripted verse you learned as a child and stapled into your head, reciting lines you don't really understand to people you don't really care about, if only to convince yourself that you really do have a clue, that you aren't just flying blind in a sea of the unknown. And then there are the lies that stand out over all the others. The lies we tell ourselves. There's something different about them, something...bitter. Lies you tell to other people, they breeze in, announce themselves and then float right back out. They never linger in your head for longer than it took to talk to the person, discarding themselves as unimportant the second that person leaves your line of sight, never to be seen or thought of again. But the lies we tell ourselves, they don't leave. They don't breeze right back out. They linger, hover before your eyes, tracing over each and every detail until it's burned in your head, until you can recreate it over and over again with perfect precision, not a single word out of place, until that lie has completely overtaken you, washing away anything and everything until it is all that remains. Until it is nothing but the truth. Those lies are the most powerful...the most dangerous. Because unlike the lies we throw at others, the lies we tell ourselves are so much louder, so much brighter, so much more painful. When you can't live with what's in front of you, so you have to create something else, a new reality for you to live in and accept as truth. Because it is the truth. It's the truth you want. And at the end of the day...what else matters? Certainly not the little fib you woke up telling yourself. After all, what harm can come from one little lie? In hindsight, we both should have known it could never be that simple.
I've never seen him back down from anyone or anything.
There were about eight or so people, and there was a man in the middle on a horse, but he wasn’t holding his own reins — there was someone on the horse in front holding the reins — and Charlie, I guessed, was this comatose, bearded, long-haired guy with big eyes riding as if he’s just stuck to the back of a horse. Totally zoned out. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, my cousin turned back to me and said, ‘Wow, that guy’s weird.’ When we passed him and their whole group, she turned around again and said, ‘That must be Charlie,’ and I said, ‘Yeah … and Charlie’s freaky!’ We didn’t think anything of it.
He didn’t have a gun or anything, he was just sitting there. He got killed for nothing.
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