Accompanying meaning

Adjective: accompanying

Pronunciation:(u’kúm-pu-nee-ing)

Accompanying meaning:

• Following or accompanying as a consequence

Synonyms: attendant, consequent, concomitant, incidental, ensuant, resultant, sequent
Verb: accompany

Pronunciation:(u’kúm-pu-nee)

Accompanying meaning:

• Be present or associated with an event or entity

Synonyms: attach to, come with, go with

• Go or travel along with

• (music) perform an accompaniment to

Synonyms: play along, follow

• Be a companion to somebody

Synonyms: company, companion, keep company
Quotations:

1. Bernhard Schlink – It wasn’t that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It’s there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?
2. Jane Austen – She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities, though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her feelings; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature, by the testimony so highly in his favor, and bringing forward his disposition in so amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all, above respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of good will which could not be overlooked. It was gratitude. Gratitude not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough, to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection. He who, she had been persuaded, would avoid her as his greatest enemy, seemed, on this accidental meeting, most eager to preserve the acquaintance, and without any indelicate display of regard, or any peculiarity of manner, where their two selves only were concerned, was soliciting the good opinion of her friends, and bent on making her known to his sister. Such a change in a man of so much pride, excited not only astonishment but gratitude for to love, ardent love, it must be attributed; and as such its impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no means unpleasing, though it could not exactly be defined.
3. Pseudonymous Bosch – Appendix usually means small outgrowth from large intestine, but in this case it means additional information accompanying main text. Or are those really the same things? Think carefully before you insult this book.
4. Lorrie Moore – Guns, she was reminded then, were not for girls. They were for boys. They were invented by boys. They were invented by boys who had never gotten over their disappointment that accompanying their own orgasm there wasn’t a big boom sound.
5. James Hillman – Each life is formed by its unique image, an image that is the essence of that life and calls it to a destiny. As the force of fate, this image acts as a personal daemon, an accompanying guide who remembers your calling.The daemon motivates. It protects. It invents and persists with stubborn fidelity. It resists compromising reasonableness and often forces deviance and oddity upon its keeper, especially when neglected or opposed. It offers comfort and can pull you into its shell, but it cannot abide innocence. It can make the body ill. It is out of step with time, finding all sorts of faults, gaps, and knots in the flow of life – and it prefers them. It has affinities with myth, since it is itself a mythical being and thinks in mythical patterns.It has much to do with feelings of uniqueness, of grandeur and with the restlessness of the heart, its impatience, its dissatisfaction, its yearning. It needs its share of beauty. It wants to be seen, witnessed, accorded recognition, particularly by the person who is its caretaker. Metaphoric images are its first unlearned language, which provides the poetic basis of mind, making possible communication between all people and all things by means of metaphors
6. Larsen Bowker – When I was young I wanted to be just like him.One of the charm, of a bright orange smile and muscular laughter.Bold brown eyes flashing fearless when he sat not alone on cold blue nights in empty boxcars.Riding a freight train’s solitary wail away from Nebraska depression, accompanying dreams withered farms.Nothing left but the leaves of possibilities.
7. Georgette Heyer – Has no one ever told you that it is the height of impropriety to kiss any gentleman, unless you have the intention of accompanying him immediately to the altar?
8. M. Scott Peck – It is lonely behind these boundaries. Some people-particularly those whom psychiatrists call schizoid-because of unpleasant, traumatizing experiences in childhood, perceive the world outside of themselves as irredeemably dangerous, hostile, confusing and unnurturing. Such people feel their boundaries to be protecting and comforting and find a sense of safety in their loneliness. But most of us feel our loneliness to be painful and yearn to escape from behind the walls of our individual identities to a condition in which we can be more unified with the world outside of ourselves. The experience of falling in love allows us this escape temporarily. The essence of the phenomenon of falling in love is a sudden collapse of a section of an individual’s ego boundaries, permitting one to merge his or her identity with that of another person. The sudden release of oneself from oneself, the explosive pouring out of oneself into the beloved, and the dramatic surcease of loneliness accompanying this collapse of ego boundaries is experienced by most of us as ecstatic. We and our beloved are one! Loneliness is no more! In some respects (but certainly not in all) the act of falling in love is an act of regression. The experience of merging with the loved one has in it echoes from the time when we were merged with our mothers in infancy. Along with the merging we also re experience the sense of omnipotence which we had to give up in our journey out of childhood. All things seem possible! United with our beloved we feel we can conquer all obstacles. We believe that the strength of our love will cause the forces of opposition to bow down in submission and melt away into the darkness. All problems will be overcome. The future will be all light. The unreality of these feelings when we have fallen in love is essentially the same as the unreality of the two-year-old who feels itself to be king of the family and the world with power unlimited. Just as reality intrudes upon the two-year-old’s fantasy of omnipotence so does reality intrude upon the fantastic unity of the couple who have fallen in love. Sooner or later, in response to the problems of daily living, individual will reasserts itself. He wants to have sex; she doesn’t. She wants to go to the movies; he doesn’t. He wants to put money in the bank; she wants a dishwasher. She wants to talk about her job; he wants to talk about his. She doesn’t like his friends; he doesn’t like hers. So both of them, in the privacy of their hearts, begin to come to the sickening realization that they are not one with the beloved, that the beloved has and will continue to have his or her own desires, tastes, prejudices and timing different from the other’s. One by one, gradually or suddenly, the ego boundaries snap back into place; gradually or suddenly, they fall out of love. Once again they are two separate individuals. At this point they begin either to dissolve the ties of their relationship or to initiate the work of real loving.
9. William Kent Krueger – I’ve come to understand that there’s a good deal of value in the ritual accompanying death. It’s hard to say good- bye and almost impossible to accomplish this alone and ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.
10. Lena Dunham – Youth, with all its accompanying risks, humiliations, and uncertainties, the pressure to do it all before it’s too late.

Sample sentences:

1. The reaction in the room was swift, and unanimous: every single person except me raised their hands at once to cover their faces. The accompanying utterances, though, were varied.
2. Each of us is under a divinely spoken obligation to reach out with pardon and mercy and to forgive one another. There is a great need for this Christlike attribute in our families, in our marriages, in our wards and stakes, in our communities, and in our nations. We will receive the joy of forgiveness in our own lives when we are willing to extend that joy freely to others. Lip service is not enough. We need to purge our hearts and minds of feelings and thoughts of bitterness and let the light and the love of Christ enter in. As a result, the Spirit of the Lord will fill our souls with the joy accompanying divine peace of conscience.
3. Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really.You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter.At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.
4. The past doesn’t exist. There is nothing to be sorry for. Today is when we start to live. Look at the sea. The sea has no past. It is just there. It will never ask us to explain. The stars, the moon are there to light our way, to shine for us. What do they care what might have happened in the past? They are accompanying us, and are happy with that; can you see them shine? The stars are twinkling in the sky; would they do that if the past mattered? Wouldn’t there be a huge storm if God wanted to punish us? We are alone, you and I, with no past, no memories, no guilt, nothing that can stand in the way of our love.
5. Up to a certain point it is good for us to know that there are people in the world who will give us love and unquestioned loyalty to the limit of their ability. I doubt, however, if it is good for us to feel assured of this without the accompanying obligation of having to justify this devotion by our behavior.
6. By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.
7. Let me be the first to admit that the naked truth about me is to the naked truth about Salvador Dali as an old ukulele in the attic is to a piano in a tree, and I mean a piano with breasts. Senor Dali has the jump on me from the beginning. He remembers and describes in detail what it was like in the womb. My own earliest memory is of accompanying my father to a polling booth in Columbus, Ohio, where he voted for William McKinley.
8. I stared at him, baffled. But at that moment Gideon began to play, and I entirely forgot what I had been going to ask the count. Oh, my god! Maybe it was the punch—but wow! That violin was really sexy! Even the way Gideon raised it and tucked it under his chin! He didn’t have to do more than that to carry me away with him. His long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and a lock of hair fell over his face as he began passing the bow over the strings. The first notes filling the room almost took my breath away, they made such tender, melting music, and suddenly I was close to tears. Until now, violins had been way down on my list of favorite instruments, and I really liked them only for accompanying certain moments in films. But this was just incredibly wonderful—well, all of it was: the bittersweet melody and boy enticing it out of the instrument. All the people in the room listened with bated breath, and Gideon played on, immersed in the music as if there were no one else there.I didn’t notice that I was crying until the count touched my cheek and caught a tear gently with his finger. Then I jumped in alarm.He was smiling down at me, and I saw a warm glow in his dark brown eyes. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” he said quietly. “If it were otherwise, I’d have been very disappointed.
9. Lily opened her hand and looked at her three willstones. Rowan had been right. She was changed forever.Lily sat up and saw a glass of water on the bedside table. A tiny card was propped up against it. It said, thirsty? in bold uppercase letters. Lily realized that she’d never seen Rowan’s handwriting before. She stared at it, sipping her water, memorizing every swoop and curve.She swung her legs out of bed and noticed that she’d somehow struggled out of his robe while she slept. Rowan had left a stack of clothes on the floor next to her, with its own accompanying card that read naked? Lily laughed quietly to herself.
10. Have endless patterns and repetitions accompanying your thoughtlessness, as if to say let go of that other more linear story, with its beginning, middle, and end, with its transcendent end, let go, we are the poem, we have come miles of life, we have survived this far to tell you, go on, go on.
11. Those sentimental radio hits, with their artificial naivete and empty crudities, are the pitiful remains and the maximum that people will tolerate by way of mental effort; it’s a ghastly desolation and impoverishment. By contrast, we can be very glad when something affects us deeply, and regard the accompanying pains as an enrichment.
12. Perhaps in time, Ella, the words we have lost will fade, and we will all stop summoning them by habit, only to stamp them out like unwanted toadstools when they appear. Perhaps they will eventually disappear altogether, and the accompanying halts and stammers as well: those troublesome, maddening pauses that at present invade and punctuate through caesura all manner of discourse. Trying so desperately we all are, to be ever so careful.
13. How can a man understand a woman who is expecting a child. He can’t get pregnant. Is that an advantage or a limitation? Up until yesterday it seemed to me an advantage, even a privilege. Today it seems to me a limitation, even an impoverishment. There’s something glorious about enclosing another life in your own body, in knowing yourself to be two instead of one. At moments you’re even invaded by a sense of triumph, and in the serenity accompanying that triumph nothing bothers you: neither the physical pain you’ll have to face, nor the work you’ll have to sacrifice, nor the freedom you’ll have to give up.
14. Brotherhood of the firstborn, which can be both a blessing and a curse: the overwhelming attention to the detail of their lives and development. The expectations that run too high: being the bridge between adults and children, one foot in either place and the accompanying hollow lonely feeling of being nowhere.
15. True enduring happiness with the accompanying strength, courage, and capacity to overcome the most challenging difficulties comes from a life centered in Jesus Christ.
16. If from morning to night we just took care of one thing after another, thoroughly and completely and without accompanying thoughts, such as “I’m a good person for doing this” or “Isn’t it wonderful, that I can take care of everything?,” then that would be sufficient.
17. I like bubbles in everything. I respect the power of silence. In cold or warm weather I favor a mug of hot cocoa. I admire cats―their autonomy, grace, and mystery. I awe at the fiery colors in a sunset. I believe in deity. I hear most often with my eyes, and I will trust a facial expression before any accompanying comment. I invent rules, words, adventures, and imaginary friends. I pretend something wonderful every day. I will never quit pretending.
18. As the waves of glory washed around my body, I was slowly being moved around by the billows upon the floor, yet I was on a supernatural beach. I studied the interplay of the colorful sky and the crystal sea; they were in concert with one another. I have never beheld such beauty on earth. There are really no words that can describe the glorious scene that stretched out before me. I laid there transfixed on the view for what seemed hours, basking and luxuriating in the peace and glory that surrounded me. It seemed that the colors were actually alive. Suddenly, the brilliant light of the sun was interrupted by a silhouette. Immediately the glory multiplied, and my eyes began to water from the radiance of the light that was emitted from behind the shadow. I tried to keep my eyes focused upon the silhouette. It kept moving in my direction. In an instant, my mind understood what was occurring. The shadow was much closer now, and I was able to discern its shape. It was the Lord Christ Jesus, and He was walking across the sea of glass-like crystal. God was trekking in my direction. In the background, I could hear a symphony of angelic worship and could sense the bustle of angelic activity. I could hear a symphony of different instruments, but I could only behold the Lamb of God. The glory and love of God increased as the waves of crystal water continued to wash around my body. I was immobilized, but could see and hear clearly. The fragrance of the Lord became stronger as He approached. It seemed as if the sounds of the beautiful worship filled the atmosphere around the Lamb of God. The winds began to blow around me for the first time since I had “landed” upon the beach. I was now fully aware that a multitude of angels were accompanying Jesus. The discerning of spirits Jesus walked purposefully across the last few feet of the crystal clear water and stepped upon the beach. As he did so, his silhouette overshadowed me. Christ Jesus then stood over my body in the same way that he had in Spring dale on November 25, 2001. I could feel the same glory and supernatural love that He carried for me. The sun was perfectly positioned and encircled His head. Every possible conceivable color fluoresced within the sky behind His head. I gazed into the beautiful eyes of Jesus, and He smiled at me. I was lost in the utter beauty, majesty, and grandeur of the Lord for an eternal moment. I did not want to move from that place. The Lord began to speak to me softly as a father might speak to a small child. He told me that He was going to share some important things with me to help me when I was in Africa. I was over 15,000 miles from the place I had always called home. The Lord had returned to keep His promise to me. He had called me to the nations, and I was actually in Africa teaching, preaching, and ministering. Of course, this was made possible by the angel that Jesus had assigned to me to help release financial provision for the mission trip. As I continued to lie upon the beach, the Lord Jesus continued to speak to me. He told me about the importance of the gift of discerning of spirits, and why discerning was crucial to ministering healing to His precious African children when ministering in the gifts of miracles and healing. The Lord had been speaking gently to me for a long time when suddenly He looked up. I was disappointed that Jesus took His gaze from me and stopped His steady flow of words and instruction. The Lord was sensing my discomfort and smiled at me, and then looked off to His right again. I knew that He would
19. How disappointing was it that Gustavo Dudamel and Youth Orchestra Los Angeles were relegated to accompanying Coldplay and singing along with Chris Martin, Beyoncé and Burno Mars?
20. Love listening to your Spotify playlists but not the accompanying trouble of syncing them with a smartphone?
21. The intercepted dialogue strongly suggests a Russian military crew was accompanying a BUK missile smuggled into eastern Ukraine shortly before the Boeing 777 was shot out the sky.
22. This was the first time journalists were accompanying the Democratic candidate on a plane.
23. An accompanying story by the Syracuse Post-Standard, which conducted the survey released Sept. 14, noted many examples of coaches, some of whom were long-time veterans and championship winners, forced out after being on the losing end of fights with parents.
24. Thorne talks about what he learned from the film’s unprecedented visualizations of black holes and wormholes, what it and his accompanying book can teach, and the likelihood of humans escaping the Solar System.
25. As a new BBC TV series follows a family asked to live off the food Britons ate over the past 50 years, an accompanying book looks back at the foods which revolutionised our nation and the way we live.
26. Twitter surprised users Tuesday by renaming its longstanding “Favorites” section “Likes” and changing its accompanying star symbol into a heart.
27. Both of Logitech’s mouse offerings have had more than 90 percent noise reduction to provide the same click feel without the accompanying noise.
28. The woman, one of two teachers accompanying children on the popular hiking trail.
29. No one can find a good reason to buy the euro at the moment. The only thing that could turn the tide is intervention, possibly accompanied by soft U.S. data.
30. I think we would prefer that significant education reforms accompany this additional revenue. I guess we’ll have to withhold judgment for now.