Emma didn’t care who was in the way, she had an agenda. No force was strong enough to stop her, because she was hard-headed and stubborn at doing things her way. She did amazingly on the LSAT’s, got into a reputable law school, and upon graduating, was hired into a top firm.
i live in constant pursuit
my goal is unreachable
the end to my pursuit is inevitable
for when one’s goal is happiness
their goal is unreachable
the end to their pursuit is inevitable
and even if one does capture happiness
their encounter is fleeting
and the chase begins again
In pursuit of her goal she was not willing to give up anything. And therefore she had nothing because no one would tolerate what she would do to them. Her goal was to always have her way. Always. She would not give in to anyone, nor did she want anything else.
life is a mystery. pursuit for happiness and you will find yourself happy.
being happy is something you need not to strive for…. just think good and do good and you’ll be happy that’s all.
The deadliest of all attacks. My Charmander was weak. She wouldn’t be able to stand another hit. I only wanted to switch her out for my Umbreon. I only wanted to protect her. But Pursuit ruined everything.
I still have nothing to write. I’m just trying to get it flowing. Pursuing my writing. Pursuing ideas. So far I really have nothing. I’m watching a Jesus movie. You should watch it. It’s called Logan. Everytime I watch it I want to write a movie. It’s great. Completely terrible acting. But the plot is incredible! My favorite movie. Hands down.
They dashed out the door before the telephone was back on its cradle. After four years of fruitless pursuit, they had a lead at last. The Crow had been spotted in Lyon.
pursuit of happines? well i agree with that, but i also think pursuit is best suit of pursuing someone? what? no? okay. happiness is the most important of all and you should always treasure it.
pursuing a dream is a rare enterprise. Almost everyone you’ve ever met will have had a dream comprised of grandeur at some point in their lives that they were sure was going to be brought to fruition with minimal pursuit.
It was quite a thrill. The jagged edges of the rusty old chainsaw sat comfortably in my hands as I followed the shrill peaks of screams. It could only mean one thing. I was getting closer. He was like putty in my hands. I could feel nothing but the warm blood coursing through my arms as I lunged out to slice at his throat. The blood spewed out in rays. It was electrifying.
There was everything.
I followed the sun into the sky, riding amidst a rainbow of beautiful cliché. Oh, the things ecstasy can do for you; it was fun. I was no dope addict.
It was not a one time thing.
It was not. It wasn’t.
It was.
The sun burst into flames. There was no Prim for me to cry over, but there was nothing.
Nothing.
Looking for something I can’t find, I am in pursuit for the ultimate gratification… I want to live like there is no tomorrow, love like the whole world depends on it and smile like I’m the sunshine, with life needing my light to sustain itself..
pursuit of happiness is the strongest goal. To be happy is what everyone strives for through life. Love, money, power, gluttony, etc is what causes people to be happy.
Two cars come zooming down the freeway, one after the other, black chasing blue in a nasty pursuit of good versus evil.
The police lights are whining, singing ‘whee! whee!’ and flashing redwhiteblue around and around and around in your eyes, and you watch the hasty escape with anticipation, heartbeat thrumming in your chest.
Up late at the purple-blue lounge in pursuit of peace in a pond of Chardonnay… Up late the next day to the sound of no alarm, the kind of peace that drives adrenaline-fueled showers, makeup, clothing decisions, apologetic calls to the boss, and Mach 1 rides to work, thinking about Who are the ones who use double sided tape to make Christmas candles painted with sparkles and ice wreaths and ornaments from miniature clay pots and paper bags with Rudolph noses and gum drop trees? And how different is that peace from the peace of forgetting to set one’s alarm?
In the distance it flashes — the goal. Impossibly far away, impossibly perfect, impossibly fast and strong, yet just canny enough to drop behind enough that I catch sight of it and chase after it over and over. My role is set in stone, impossible to shake. As long as I know that it is out there, I will chase after it. There is no other way, though at times I wish it would lose me and let me be, let me give up on the chase.
The pursuit of happiness. That’s what I’m after now. I’ve been a good girl for so long now I deserve to have some happiness and fun. And I aim to get me some! Come hell or high water…
The man in pursuit of his dream fell short just before he died. He tried so hard and worked his whole life but it wasn’t enough to make his dream a reality. His dream was to find a girl and share his life but every time he got close to a girl she tore out his heart.
Dolorai Hammer was becoming fatigued in the pursuit of the Garrulous Bandit, and she stopped at the nearest bedraggled hot spot to find a place to stay. The only place in suitable condition was an age-old tavern that kept its beds hot and its beer nearly frozen, and Hammer was more than happy to pull of her hat, sit down, and watch the frosty tap spew.
“Not from around here, are you?” asked the tender.
The slightest sound made a shiver run down his spine. He smiled like nothing had happened, the pursuit of sheer comfort was still a long journey away from him.
I am in a pursuit to finish up my 6 page paper that I have lacked on doing. Why? because I am a procrastinator and I still have not learned that. Yes, I have 2 days to write, which gives me just enough time. I am really struggling on what to write because I feel like I am running out of ideas.
to follow something, to be in it’s shadow. Not allowing the object to get out of sight. Following a goal or dream that seems unattainable. behind…catching up. forward. pushing forward.
We hugged the side of the house as much as possible, pressing our bodies against the wall and holding our collective breath.
I can swear that I heard footsteps in the tall grass on the other side of the fence. I don’t know how long we waited there. Every second felt like a crisis averted.
He was in heavy pursuit of her. She was running through the woods giggling as she was hiding from him trying not to give herself away, and then he caught her. She gasped as she looked into his eyes, and then they kissed.
His breath came out in short, ragged, pants of air, and his lungs felt like they would explode. But he knew he couldn’t stop. It was a mistake, he knew it was a mistake. A terrible mistake that he would come to regret for years. But she was the one for him, and no one else. He took off in pursuit of her, her fiery mane of hair tossing in the frigid wind. The wind tossed her utterly hopeless, desolate, sobs into the air, reminding him constantly of how much he hurt her. He nearly collapsed into the snow with how tired he was. Eventually she turned the corner; she had outrun him. He didn’t know if he would ever see her again. “Elizabeth… I love you.”
-i did go over the 60 second mark i must admit, although i didn’t think too much about what i wrote
The knight went in pursuit of the princess. “Yo, you up ahead.” He yelled from the top of his galloping steed. “I see you with my fair princess!” With bullet speed, he launched his lunch apple at the kidnapper, hitting him smack in the head.
The thrill of pursuit. I was well versed in it as was the nobles way, especially after the Time. Hunting the mongrels was something to take savage pride in.
In pursuit of happiness. Like happiness is some little golden leprechaun, who’ll pop his head out of a thicket and wave and make sure you’re following before he runs.
But what if happiness isn’t something you pursue? What if, it’s something that comes to you, like water flowing downhill, and all you have to do is wait, and listen for the rains?
Running from the enemy. She sprinted down the ass vault path, the heavy footsteps of soldiers behind her. She weaved through the compound, a foreboding feeling heavy within her soul coupled neatly with seven shades of panic. She had come to the conclusion that she was in a restricted area and that she really shouldn’t have snuck in that night.
Emma didn’t care who was in the way, she had an agenda. No force was strong enough to stop her, because she was hard-headed and stubborn at doing things her way. She did amazingly on the LSAT’s, got into a reputable law school, and upon graduating, was hired into a top firm.
i live in constant pursuit
my goal is unreachable
the end to my pursuit is inevitable
for when one’s goal is happiness
their goal is unreachable
the end to their pursuit is inevitable
and even if one does capture happiness
their encounter is fleeting
and the chase begins again
In pursuit of her goal she was not willing to give up anything. And therefore she had nothing because no one would tolerate what she would do to them. Her goal was to always have her way. Always. She would not give in to anyone, nor did she want anything else.
life is a mystery. pursuit for happiness and you will find yourself happy.
being happy is something you need not to strive for…. just think good and do good and you’ll be happy that’s all.
he followed me relentlessly, pursuing me as if he was the hunter and I his prey. But that was truly what we were playing. A game of mouse and cat.
So dogged, so relentless in her pursuit was she, I thought my horse would fall before I’d lose her.
The deadliest of all attacks. My Charmander was weak. She wouldn’t be able to stand another hit. I only wanted to switch her out for my Umbreon. I only wanted to protect her. But Pursuit ruined everything.
I still have nothing to write. I’m just trying to get it flowing. Pursuing my writing. Pursuing ideas. So far I really have nothing. I’m watching a Jesus movie. You should watch it. It’s called Logan. Everytime I watch it I want to write a movie. It’s great. Completely terrible acting. But the plot is incredible! My favorite movie. Hands down.
They dashed out the door before the telephone was back on its cradle. After four years of fruitless pursuit, they had a lead at last. The Crow had been spotted in Lyon.
pursuit of happines? well i agree with that, but i also think pursuit is best suit of pursuing someone? what? no? okay. happiness is the most important of all and you should always treasure it.
pursuing a dream is a rare enterprise. Almost everyone you’ve ever met will have had a dream comprised of grandeur at some point in their lives that they were sure was going to be brought to fruition with minimal pursuit.
It was quite a thrill. The jagged edges of the rusty old chainsaw sat comfortably in my hands as I followed the shrill peaks of screams. It could only mean one thing. I was getting closer. He was like putty in my hands. I could feel nothing but the warm blood coursing through my arms as I lunged out to slice at his throat. The blood spewed out in rays. It was electrifying.
There was everything.
I followed the sun into the sky, riding amidst a rainbow of beautiful cliché. Oh, the things ecstasy can do for you; it was fun. I was no dope addict.
It was not a one time thing.
It was not. It wasn’t.
It was.
The sun burst into flames. There was no Prim for me to cry over, but there was nothing.
Nothing.
The only way it is acceptable, in my eyes, to be constantly pursuing something, is if you enjoy the process
Looking for something I can’t find, I am in pursuit for the ultimate gratification… I want to live like there is no tomorrow, love like the whole world depends on it and smile like I’m the sunshine, with life needing my light to sustain itself..
pursuit of happiness is the strongest goal. To be happy is what everyone strives for through life. Love, money, power, gluttony, etc is what causes people to be happy.
Two cars come zooming down the freeway, one after the other, black chasing blue in a nasty pursuit of good versus evil.
The police lights are whining, singing ‘whee! whee!’ and flashing redwhiteblue around and around and around in your eyes, and you watch the hasty escape with anticipation, heartbeat thrumming in your chest.
Up late at the purple-blue lounge in pursuit of peace in a pond of Chardonnay… Up late the next day to the sound of no alarm, the kind of peace that drives adrenaline-fueled showers, makeup, clothing decisions, apologetic calls to the boss, and Mach 1 rides to work, thinking about Who are the ones who use double sided tape to make Christmas candles painted with sparkles and ice wreaths and ornaments from miniature clay pots and paper bags with Rudolph noses and gum drop trees? And how different is that peace from the peace of forgetting to set one’s alarm?
In the distance it flashes — the goal. Impossibly far away, impossibly perfect, impossibly fast and strong, yet just canny enough to drop behind enough that I catch sight of it and chase after it over and over. My role is set in stone, impossible to shake. As long as I know that it is out there, I will chase after it. There is no other way, though at times I wish it would lose me and let me be, let me give up on the chase.
When you want to win you go after what you want hard. With all your might you try to get it. The pursuit of happiness will be empty without joy.
The pursuit of happiness. That’s what I’m after now. I’ve been a good girl for so long now I deserve to have some happiness and fun. And I aim to get me some! Come hell or high water…
The man in pursuit of his dream fell short just before he died. He tried so hard and worked his whole life but it wasn’t enough to make his dream a reality. His dream was to find a girl and share his life but every time he got close to a girl she tore out his heart.
Dolorai Hammer was becoming fatigued in the pursuit of the Garrulous Bandit, and she stopped at the nearest bedraggled hot spot to find a place to stay. The only place in suitable condition was an age-old tavern that kept its beds hot and its beer nearly frozen, and Hammer was more than happy to pull of her hat, sit down, and watch the frosty tap spew.
“Not from around here, are you?” asked the tender.
“Overused question,” Hammer replied.
The slightest sound made a shiver run down his spine. He smiled like nothing had happened, the pursuit of sheer comfort was still a long journey away from him.
of happiness of people cars holy cow this is hard. PURR SUIT a well dressed cat! Ha Ha. The relentless pursuit of perfection – Lexus commercial.
I am in a pursuit to finish up my 6 page paper that I have lacked on doing. Why? because I am a procrastinator and I still have not learned that. Yes, I have 2 days to write, which gives me just enough time. I am really struggling on what to write because I feel like I am running out of ideas.
to follow something, to be in it’s shadow. Not allowing the object to get out of sight. Following a goal or dream that seems unattainable. behind…catching up. forward. pushing forward.
We hugged the side of the house as much as possible, pressing our bodies against the wall and holding our collective breath.
I can swear that I heard footsteps in the tall grass on the other side of the fence. I don’t know how long we waited there. Every second felt like a crisis averted.
of the world will only leave you just as lonely as before you entered it.
He was in heavy pursuit of her. She was running through the woods giggling as she was hiding from him trying not to give herself away, and then he caught her. She gasped as she looked into his eyes, and then they kissed.
His breath came out in short, ragged, pants of air, and his lungs felt like they would explode. But he knew he couldn’t stop. It was a mistake, he knew it was a mistake. A terrible mistake that he would come to regret for years. But she was the one for him, and no one else. He took off in pursuit of her, her fiery mane of hair tossing in the frigid wind. The wind tossed her utterly hopeless, desolate, sobs into the air, reminding him constantly of how much he hurt her. He nearly collapsed into the snow with how tired he was. Eventually she turned the corner; she had outrun him. He didn’t know if he would ever see her again. “Elizabeth… I love you.”
-i did go over the 60 second mark i must admit, although i didn’t think too much about what i wrote
i pursued the girl of my dreams as far as i could but tho she professed to love me she didnt love me enough.
It’s the thrill of the chase, my weapon of choice glinting in my hand . That’s why I run and chase and hunt until the prey screams for me
to
stop.
The knight went in pursuit of the princess. “Yo, you up ahead.” He yelled from the top of his galloping steed. “I see you with my fair princess!” With bullet speed, he launched his lunch apple at the kidnapper, hitting him smack in the head.
I am testing this site out. Just curious as to how it works.
The thrill of pursuit. I was well versed in it as was the nobles way, especially after the Time. Hunting the mongrels was something to take savage pride in.
In pursuit of happiness. Like happiness is some little golden leprechaun, who’ll pop his head out of a thicket and wave and make sure you’re following before he runs.
But what if happiness isn’t something you pursue? What if, it’s something that comes to you, like water flowing downhill, and all you have to do is wait, and listen for the rains?
You can always pursuit a new career. It is wise to always be looking for new opportunities. Be prepared to move your career in a new directi
I have traveled, played & hunt in pursuit of happiness.
Running from the enemy. She sprinted down the ass vault path, the heavy footsteps of soldiers behind her. She weaved through the compound, a foreboding feeling heavy within her soul coupled neatly with seven shades of panic. She had come to the conclusion that she was in a restricted area and that she really shouldn’t have snuck in that night.