Dividing is bad when their is a common goal or outcome shared by a group of people. In math, too, dividing can make a number simpler to deal with. Dividing is a way of sharing the responsibility to get the outcome better or faster.
we take too much pride in national division. our country is stronger than yours. we’ve made a history, a short history, on being the best. always and forever. america stands divided from the rest of the world.
divide and conquer/separation how do i bring it back together? aren’t we all one?
ach! pain misery. I want us to be together. How can I listen to you? How can we listen to each other. others?
Division is terrible. It splits people apart when they really should just stay together. I like seeing people be happy together than watch them be unhappy apart. Think how nice the world would be if everyone just looked at each other and said, “Let’s not be unhappy.” :) It would certainly put a smile on my face.
I used to think dividing was the hardest thing about maths. I was absent from school the day they taught it, and I never quite got the hang of the technique. Can you blame me? Math is useless for a mind like mine. I cannot be mechanical. I refuse to put calculators out of a job.
There is barely a dividing line between fascinated by someone and being in love with them. When you’re fascinated, you’re in love with your own intrique. Youre in love with them because they leave you wanting more, wanting to figure out more.
Divide and conquer. That’s what first came to mind. Math. I had a math midterm today. I think it went well. I think it went too well. The problem in which there was division was actually the one that I am really worried about unfortunately. I don’t think I have any more thoughts on the word divide if you think about it, but I’m not thinking. I want to go back home this weekend but…. I won’t.
apart. falling into something. we aren’t we. we are i. just one. only one. some one. forget math. one and one is two but two are not one. the one is not the one. separate is together.
i feel divided in myself, what do i want in life. i want him but he also divided doesnt know what he wants. i love but my love is whole, complete. unchanged. i look forward to the future yet the divided elements of what is yet to come scare me. always the prospect of being away. but if i divide, if i am divided with him i will be happy, at one, love.
i like to divide. well sometimes I don’t like do divide fractions, because it’s hard. but then again, its not really that bad. I do prefer to multiply though. I forget how to divide on paper. Is that bad? Oh well it’s alright. I don’t mind not being able to divide very quickly and efficiently. I am better at other types of math.
seperate..not together…division…two…give away…be way…sad..math…yuck..can’t do… together we stand, divided we fall…not equal…racism…grand canyon..continental divide
To be one you must divide within the parts of yourself to make stronger that which makes you whole. Without an association of strong parts there cannot be a whole that stands as one. The thought of one without the pieces is ridiculous, and unrealistic.
Some people want to divide the world. Their reasons are so often unknown. Why can’t it be human nature to come together, to work as one? Instead there is a constant striving to separate, to divide what ever culture, values and beliefs we may have.
Divde…
Divide us from ourselfs.
Divide us from out negitive emotions
And thoughts.
Divide us from the war.
And not the earth.
Divide us from control
And not freedom.
Divide the difference.
I haven’t remembered to do long division for all these years. It’s something that I feel strangely guilty about, and I can’t figure out why–but it’s embarrassing. Certainly most other people have forgotten it, too, right? I mean, it’s been eleven years or something. I think I need to find myself. I feel divided.
two three things and for more then one people and it is really good fore relationship and not very selfish, math lover use this word a lot and no mre arguements. tears and become two parts
wow i hate it when people split up just because they dont want to take the time to work it out… not just work it out, but work on making ‘themselves’ a better person… bah, just seems like when ever a couple get in a fight they always are the victim, if they could just look in the mirror and say, hey- just
Divide is a very powerful word if you think about it.
Segregation.
A form of division.
Boundaries, lines.
They divide us from opportunities.
Division can be broken.
Bridges break the water-land divide.
What breaks yours?
To divide means to fragment, the way religion and politics have divided the world. There is a quotation, “United we stand, divided we fall”. Life goes the same way. Division always weakens everybody.
“Divide and conquer”
I look at my exchange student sitting across from me. Why are we so divided? What makes us so different? She is not interested in the same things as me. But there is something deeper aswell. We think about things differently. She looks at the world through a lense I could never fully understand. We may speak the same laungage now but we are very different.
Division… what an obviously, stupidly easy topic, how mundane it would be to rant about how division breaks us, puts us against each other, is that really the best you could give me? go divide yourself. not even something good like mulitply. i could work with that, bunnies and all. multiplications way more fun.
I divide things. Tear things apart. I maove them and destroy them and tear them to pieces, bit by little bit. Because I like it. I like the feeling of feeling things give, pushing people’s emotions to the breaking point- and only just. Never completely sundering, merely tearing irreperably. Just enough that they know what they lost, but theyy can NEVER GET IT BACK.
divide what i want to do from what i think i should do. divide what’s real from what i’ve been told. stop just doing things because it’s what I’m supposed to do. Make the right divisions and listen to my gut. because right now I feel like I’ve made all the wrong ones.
the land masses of the world are divided by bodies of water. People migrated from one land mass to another taking their local customs, language and with them to their new habitats. This movement of the human race has brought us to know different cultures and to learn that we are basically all the same. We may look different, talk different languages, eat different foods and wear different clothing but underneath it all; we are the same. We are here to create unity, to love one another and extend helping hands when needed. Each one of us goes through times of need and it is wonderful we have each other to reach out to at those times. We can support the other because we have accumulated wisdom with each passing day and have the ability to enhance the lives of others.
everything is open and when you split down the seam it tears the pieces to bits. to divide is so damage, conquer, to master another soul. i feel divided every time you look at me with that glare in your eye, slide your hand a few inches back, shimmer of resentment. yeah. you divide me. congratulations.
He mwas divided from his family at a young age. He was sad and felt ostracised from his family and grew up to believe that he was different than others.
when He was twenty he was charged with a crime that divdide him even more from society. He was said to have beaten a woman to death at a place that he said he was never at: Her house. As time went on there was enough evidence to convict him. The D.A. that was found on the edge of he bed was his. Even though he never admited to the murder, his family was certain it was him because he was an odd child, would sit in one place just staring out the window; as if he were looking for something that never existed!
division like addition of the heart and mind explodes into spaces unknown by my memory and recreates the additive of blissful communications gone by. In the circumstance of a dream I sit below the dash.
to divide is to make it smaller than it originally was. it can be a good thing but division can make the thing weaker than it was. divide into many pieces or just in half. one hundred divisions.
what we are. what you see every day in the sensation-driven media. what you feel when you go to work, to school, to the store, walk down the street. what you see between people, places, and ideas. divide-divided
divide we stand united we’re all alone. tegether we can get along. love is all we need. stop signs are red the sky is blue and violence is simple horrible.
oh my god, divisions, in a family, in friends. why can’t we just say what we mean and stick together. in a society where all i feel is alone, why can’t i find that connection, a connection. i’m searching. will i spend my entire life searching? what to think i don’t even know, who else is searching for that someone that moment of utter completion.
I divided many math problems on my following exams a participated in at the end of the year. I exceeded above the rest of the class using division skills learned previously in the year. It was an easy task that I simply carried out, with ease.
The divide between what is and what isn’t is a easy as the questions of life, like, what is art? and what is evil? This divide, divided by the divide, and then given, piece by piece, to the dividend, is nothing to laugh about. We love the divided dozens.
Dividing is bad when their is a common goal or outcome shared by a group of people. In math, too, dividing can make a number simpler to deal with. Dividing is a way of sharing the responsibility to get the outcome better or faster.
we take too much pride in national division. our country is stronger than yours. we’ve made a history, a short history, on being the best. always and forever. america stands divided from the rest of the world.
i am horrible at things like this.
divide and conquer/separation how do i bring it back together? aren’t we all one?
ach! pain misery. I want us to be together. How can I listen to you? How can we listen to each other. others?
Division is terrible. It splits people apart when they really should just stay together. I like seeing people be happy together than watch them be unhappy apart. Think how nice the world would be if everyone just looked at each other and said, “Let’s not be unhappy.” :) It would certainly put a smile on my face.
I used to think dividing was the hardest thing about maths. I was absent from school the day they taught it, and I never quite got the hang of the technique. Can you blame me? Math is useless for a mind like mine. I cannot be mechanical. I refuse to put calculators out of a job.
There is barely a dividing line between fascinated by someone and being in love with them. When you’re fascinated, you’re in love with your own intrique. Youre in love with them because they leave you wanting more, wanting to figure out more.
DIVVVIIIDEEEE
Divide and conquer. That’s what first came to mind. Math. I had a math midterm today. I think it went well. I think it went too well. The problem in which there was division was actually the one that I am really worried about unfortunately. I don’t think I have any more thoughts on the word divide if you think about it, but I’m not thinking. I want to go back home this weekend but…. I won’t.
apart. falling into something. we aren’t we. we are i. just one. only one. some one. forget math. one and one is two but two are not one. the one is not the one. separate is together.
i feel divided in myself, what do i want in life. i want him but he also divided doesnt know what he wants. i love but my love is whole, complete. unchanged. i look forward to the future yet the divided elements of what is yet to come scare me. always the prospect of being away. but if i divide, if i am divided with him i will be happy, at one, love.
i like to divide. well sometimes I don’t like do divide fractions, because it’s hard. but then again, its not really that bad. I do prefer to multiply though. I forget how to divide on paper. Is that bad? Oh well it’s alright. I don’t mind not being able to divide very quickly and efficiently. I am better at other types of math.
seperate..not together…division…two…give away…be way…sad..math…yuck..can’t do… together we stand, divided we fall…not equal…racism…grand canyon..continental divide
2 break apart not together split up math fractions seperate
To be one you must divide within the parts of yourself to make stronger that which makes you whole. Without an association of strong parts there cannot be a whole that stands as one. The thought of one without the pieces is ridiculous, and unrealistic.
Some people want to divide the world. Their reasons are so often unknown. Why can’t it be human nature to come together, to work as one? Instead there is a constant striving to separate, to divide what ever culture, values and beliefs we may have.
Divde…
Divide us from ourselfs.
Divide us from out negitive emotions
And thoughts.
Divide us from the war.
And not the earth.
Divide us from control
And not freedom.
Divide the difference.
us,
we divide each day;
unaware.
I haven’t remembered to do long division for all these years. It’s something that I feel strangely guilty about, and I can’t figure out why–but it’s embarrassing. Certainly most other people have forgotten it, too, right? I mean, it’s been eleven years or something. I think I need to find myself. I feel divided.
two three things and for more then one people and it is really good fore relationship and not very selfish, math lover use this word a lot and no mre arguements. tears and become two parts
wow i hate it when people split up just because they dont want to take the time to work it out… not just work it out, but work on making ‘themselves’ a better person… bah, just seems like when ever a couple get in a fight they always are the victim, if they could just look in the mirror and say, hey- just
Divide is a very powerful word if you think about it.
Segregation.
A form of division.
Boundaries, lines.
They divide us from opportunities.
Division can be broken.
Bridges break the water-land divide.
What breaks yours?
a process used in math problems to avoid having to subtract numerous times. after that i think of pizza because you divide it.
To divide means to fragment, the way religion and politics have divided the world. There is a quotation, “United we stand, divided we fall”. Life goes the same way. Division always weakens everybody.
“Divide and conquer”
water divides just as people do..it is a constant ..life is endless unknowns..over thinking everything only divides actual clear thought
equality, giving it in parts, a math sign, slash mark,
I look at my exchange student sitting across from me. Why are we so divided? What makes us so different? She is not interested in the same things as me. But there is something deeper aswell. We think about things differently. She looks at the world through a lense I could never fully understand. We may speak the same laungage now but we are very different.
Division… what an obviously, stupidly easy topic, how mundane it would be to rant about how division breaks us, puts us against each other, is that really the best you could give me? go divide yourself. not even something good like mulitply. i could work with that, bunnies and all. multiplications way more fun.
you cannot divide by 0
it dosent work
I divide things. Tear things apart. I maove them and destroy them and tear them to pieces, bit by little bit. Because I like it. I like the feeling of feeling things give, pushing people’s emotions to the breaking point- and only just. Never completely sundering, merely tearing irreperably. Just enough that they know what they lost, but theyy can NEVER GET IT BACK.
divide what i want to do from what i think i should do. divide what’s real from what i’ve been told. stop just doing things because it’s what I’m supposed to do. Make the right divisions and listen to my gut. because right now I feel like I’ve made all the wrong ones.
the land masses of the world are divided by bodies of water. People migrated from one land mass to another taking their local customs, language and with them to their new habitats. This movement of the human race has brought us to know different cultures and to learn that we are basically all the same. We may look different, talk different languages, eat different foods and wear different clothing but underneath it all; we are the same. We are here to create unity, to love one another and extend helping hands when needed. Each one of us goes through times of need and it is wonderful we have each other to reach out to at those times. We can support the other because we have accumulated wisdom with each passing day and have the ability to enhance the lives of others.
everything is open and when you split down the seam it tears the pieces to bits. to divide is so damage, conquer, to master another soul. i feel divided every time you look at me with that glare in your eye, slide your hand a few inches back, shimmer of resentment. yeah. you divide me. congratulations.
He mwas divided from his family at a young age. He was sad and felt ostracised from his family and grew up to believe that he was different than others.
when He was twenty he was charged with a crime that divdide him even more from society. He was said to have beaten a woman to death at a place that he said he was never at: Her house. As time went on there was enough evidence to convict him. The D.A. that was found on the edge of he bed was his. Even though he never admited to the murder, his family was certain it was him because he was an odd child, would sit in one place just staring out the window; as if he were looking for something that never existed!
division like addition of the heart and mind explodes into spaces unknown by my memory and recreates the additive of blissful communications gone by. In the circumstance of a dream I sit below the dash.
to divide is to make it smaller than it originally was. it can be a good thing but division can make the thing weaker than it was. divide into many pieces or just in half. one hundred divisions.
what we are. what you see every day in the sensation-driven media. what you feel when you go to work, to school, to the store, walk down the street. what you see between people, places, and ideas. divide-divided
divide we stand united we’re all alone. tegether we can get along. love is all we need. stop signs are red the sky is blue and violence is simple horrible.
oh my god, divisions, in a family, in friends. why can’t we just say what we mean and stick together. in a society where all i feel is alone, why can’t i find that connection, a connection. i’m searching. will i spend my entire life searching? what to think i don’t even know, who else is searching for that someone that moment of utter completion.
I divided many math problems on my following exams a participated in at the end of the year. I exceeded above the rest of the class using division skills learned previously in the year. It was an easy task that I simply carried out, with ease.
The divide between what is and what isn’t is a easy as the questions of life, like, what is art? and what is evil? This divide, divided by the divide, and then given, piece by piece, to the dividend, is nothing to laugh about. We love the divided dozens.