It was a dark and stormy night while she sat in the back of her uncle’s car. He was driving in the rain, and the headlights shone harshly against the silver drops of water.
driven off
the road as she
climbed higher and
higher
still going without
following a certain path
making her own way
crawling
before the drive
in her heart
just
burnt
out.
He was not going to give up. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. It may be true that every doctor and scientist who he’d ever called in to examine his wife insisted that she was indefinitely comatose, but that couldn’t be the end.
He was driven to do this thing. He couldn’t allow anyone to change his mind — not even Sagramor. His lover was against him in this, and no amount of pleading or love could make him change sides. It was because Sagramor loved him so that he had to follow through. It was all or nothing. Arthur was his enemy, as was anyone who called him their ally.
I am driven to walk away from my problems.
Driven as in
I drive.
Terrified of driving, actually.
Drive.
Dive.
Both verbs relating to taking the plunge
to doing your best
I’m driven to believe in others, but not in myself. I’m driven to do good for others, but not for myself. I am a driven young human, yet I can’t steer myself.
Driven, when I think of driven I think of someone is being driven to something, they have goals and a motovation for those goals. Someone successful would be someone I think who is successful.
I was driven to the edge. One more look in my direction and I would be ready to jump on him and drive his head right through the wall.
It happened.
I couldn’t move.
JUst stared.
like the snow on my head, she was driven away from me.
in the dark of that cold december night, i was alone once again…
welcome to paradise, the silence said in a mocking tone.
but i knew better, this was just another level of the Tower.
If anything could be said of the young agent, it was that she was driven. But by what, they all wondered? What dark secret was she keeping in her mind’s dusty closet, what kept her awake at night when she was working long hours at her desk, trying to solve the most recent case?
It wasn’t as though the village didn’t trust her; she was just a woman. Her uncle would have wanted the farm to stay in the family – it had been there for generations, and she wasn’t going to allow the rest of the town to stop her from keeping up that tradition. She looked out over the fields of her home and still wished her uncle hadn’t given her the opportunity to inherit them.
I miss driving. I used to go everywhere when I could. It was my big escape. Especially in the summer. I would take a road I’ve never been down before and not care where it led me.
She was there, beyond the breaking point finally. All of something had driven her there. She stood before me, long red hair, once shiny and beautiful, now matted and missing in places, clothes ripped and filthy.
Something I wish I was. Every once and a while I’ll feel that little spark of ambition to accomplish something, but I’m not driven enough to ever finish anything really worthwhile
i was once driven to commit suicide. not all of my stuffed animals looked at me like the snow leopard, but his black spots, his black eyes, his black paw pads, all mocked me. you see, i was a negro but i hated the color black. I killed mehself.
i am driven to go into a field and look at the moon and turn it into cheese with my morph power vision eyes and then melt the moon-cheese and cook some rotini al dente and put the melted moon-cheese on it and some fresh basil and sun dried tomatoes and share it with sunni.
ask me no questions, give me no answers. no you cannot have this dinner. it’s ours.
There was something interesting about the road they had driven on. Something special. Every time she had driven on that road with him, it seemed a little bit better, nicer. Now, alone it was far less beautiful.
I have driven across the desert, thinking i might find solace in the vast landscape, but upon returning i found that the problems i sought to run from were waiting for me here.
arms raised, poised
i greet the champagne dawn
and say farewell
to fading starlight
cool winds
whisper over skin
stirring shivers
and bringing with it
the smells of the ocean
sharp rocks
bite at soft bare feet
cold sea spray
breaks my reverie
i stand at the edge
of this divide
between earth and water
driven here
by restlessness and you
With a pick in his hand he soldiered up the stoney path driven to dig a grave so deep, so wide that the fucker would never be found. The body was bound up in potato sacks and old hessian string that had been left lying in his grandpa’s shed for the last century.
My life is driven by one thing… me. I make the choice to where I want to go, who I want to be, and what decisions I make. Like always, I drive on the high road.
Everyone is driven.
By a person, by an event.
Even when you don’t think you are,
There’s something going for you.
Something you believe in..
Have faith in..
Everyone is driven.
She watched her icons, hour after hour on the screen. They talked endlessly about what got them where they are today. Their friends and family pitched in as well. Even people they didn’t know. And she realized she would never be where they were if she stayed in one place.
I’ve been so driven for so long now, always being pulled forward by some invisible string, tugging at my navel, forcing me through all the knee-deep shit, and the occasional flower field. So, what jackass decided to cut it loose?…
The car was driven by a crazy cab driver. His head crumbled with ideas. He was about to feed his family. He loved his other woman. his name was mark. Yeah bitch. Mark. He was gay but
Driven insane, I am
Driven to the very edge of the crusty
Desert that is my sanity
There is no water
A drought has struck
And here I am without a hint
Of life
Insane
You have driven me there
She was almost driven to madness when she saw her Ex, arm in arm with a taller, more attractive woman than herself. It was not as if she blamed the woman who was with her Ex; no, it was the bastard himself for frequenting one of her usual hangout places just to show off his new arm candy.
driven to succeed is the way of the race car driver. They are driven to reach top speeds and to put their lives on the line in the hopes of glory and fame.
I saw the expression on her face. Nothing could stop her. I smiled to myself as I observed my little girl take off on her bike full-speed down the sidewalk, regardless of the incoming storm clouds. Just like her mother. Driven by an intangible and instoppable force. The air was warm and comforting, in a way. I look over to Shayne and tilt my head, exchanging a warm eye-smile that only the two of us would understand. God, do I love my husband. It’s moments like these that make me appreciate my beautiful family more than ever.
succed accomlpish do what is most destined to do go where you belong where you need to be where you strive
and how that sues will follow you likea car it will be life determination
i am not driven. i really wish i was, it would come in useful when i needed oomph and power and direction instead of flailing about like the top off a dandelion who has no idea of where it should be off to.
Driven is supposedly a good thing in our highly goal-oriented society. But what are the consequences for a highly driven life? Like most things, being driven is good only in moderation. If someone is too driven they can miss out on many things which make life beautiful; we must always leave times to “stop and smell the roses.”
One day I drove to school and hit a deer. Why a deer? I’m not sure why. I guess I live in a hich town so it’s a toss up between a deer or a cow. I don’t really like cows that much, so I should have said I hit a cow. They smell. What was my word again? Oh, driven. I had once DRIVEN to a play called Midnight Summers dream. Did I really see that play? No. I can’t really think of a play I did see…oh wait! I saw Oklahoma once!
I was driven to drive tonight. Going down the country road under only the stars. No headlights at all flooding the streets with that unnatural amber glow.
It was a dark and stormy night while she sat in the back of her uncle’s car. He was driving in the rain, and the headlights shone harshly against the silver drops of water.
driven off
the road as she
climbed higher and
higher
still going without
following a certain path
making her own way
crawling
before the drive
in her heart
just
burnt
out.
He was not going to give up. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. It may be true that every doctor and scientist who he’d ever called in to examine his wife insisted that she was indefinitely comatose, but that couldn’t be the end.
He was driven to do this thing. He couldn’t allow anyone to change his mind — not even Sagramor. His lover was against him in this, and no amount of pleading or love could make him change sides. It was because Sagramor loved him so that he had to follow through. It was all or nothing. Arthur was his enemy, as was anyone who called him their ally.
I am driven to walk away from my problems.
Driven as in
I drive.
Terrified of driving, actually.
Drive.
Dive.
Both verbs relating to taking the plunge
to doing your best
I’m driven to believe in others, but not in myself. I’m driven to do good for others, but not for myself. I am a driven young human, yet I can’t steer myself.
Driven, when I think of driven I think of someone is being driven to something, they have goals and a motovation for those goals. Someone successful would be someone I think who is successful.
I was driven to the edge. One more look in my direction and I would be ready to jump on him and drive his head right through the wall.
It happened.
I couldn’t move.
JUst stared.
driven means to get your goal done. you have to have something you want to be driven. i’m driven for life and love. what about you?
like the snow on my head, she was driven away from me.
in the dark of that cold december night, i was alone once again…
welcome to paradise, the silence said in a mocking tone.
but i knew better, this was just another level of the Tower.
If anything could be said of the young agent, it was that she was driven. But by what, they all wondered? What dark secret was she keeping in her mind’s dusty closet, what kept her awake at night when she was working long hours at her desk, trying to solve the most recent case?
In my lifetime, I’ve been driven to do many things. But nothing drives me more than to become someone who isn’t you.
It wasn’t as though the village didn’t trust her; she was just a woman. Her uncle would have wanted the farm to stay in the family – it had been there for generations, and she wasn’t going to allow the rest of the town to stop her from keeping up that tradition. She looked out over the fields of her home and still wished her uncle hadn’t given her the opportunity to inherit them.
I miss driving. I used to go everywhere when I could. It was my big escape. Especially in the summer. I would take a road I’ve never been down before and not care where it led me.
he was driven to ditraction. he could not focus. he was scattered, cluttered. he was all over the plcae. he never finished what he started
She was there, beyond the breaking point finally. All of something had driven her there. She stood before me, long red hair, once shiny and beautiful, now matted and missing in places, clothes ripped and filthy.
Something I wish I was. Every once and a while I’ll feel that little spark of ambition to accomplish something, but I’m not driven enough to ever finish anything really worthwhile
i was once driven to commit suicide. not all of my stuffed animals looked at me like the snow leopard, but his black spots, his black eyes, his black paw pads, all mocked me. you see, i was a negro but i hated the color black. I killed mehself.
i am driven to go into a field and look at the moon and turn it into cheese with my morph power vision eyes and then melt the moon-cheese and cook some rotini al dente and put the melted moon-cheese on it and some fresh basil and sun dried tomatoes and share it with sunni.
ask me no questions, give me no answers. no you cannot have this dinner. it’s ours.
I hate being driven places by my mother. Even if she doesn’t charge me, I like to be independent.
There was something interesting about the road they had driven on. Something special. Every time she had driven on that road with him, it seemed a little bit better, nicer. Now, alone it was far less beautiful.
I have driven across the desert, thinking i might find solace in the vast landscape, but upon returning i found that the problems i sought to run from were waiting for me here.
arms raised, poised
i greet the champagne dawn
and say farewell
to fading starlight
cool winds
whisper over skin
stirring shivers
and bringing with it
the smells of the ocean
sharp rocks
bite at soft bare feet
cold sea spray
breaks my reverie
i stand at the edge
of this divide
between earth and water
driven here
by restlessness and you
With a pick in his hand he soldiered up the stoney path driven to dig a grave so deep, so wide that the fucker would never be found. The body was bound up in potato sacks and old hessian string that had been left lying in his grandpa’s shed for the last century.
My life is driven by one thing… me. I make the choice to where I want to go, who I want to be, and what decisions I make. Like always, I drive on the high road.
Everyone is driven.
By a person, by an event.
Even when you don’t think you are,
There’s something going for you.
Something you believe in..
Have faith in..
Everyone is driven.
She watched her icons, hour after hour on the screen. They talked endlessly about what got them where they are today. Their friends and family pitched in as well. Even people they didn’t know. And she realized she would never be where they were if she stayed in one place.
I’ve been so driven for so long now, always being pulled forward by some invisible string, tugging at my navel, forcing me through all the knee-deep shit, and the occasional flower field. So, what jackass decided to cut it loose?…
The car was driven by a crazy cab driver. His head crumbled with ideas. He was about to feed his family. He loved his other woman. his name was mark. Yeah bitch. Mark. He was gay but
Driven insane, I am
Driven to the very edge of the crusty
Desert that is my sanity
There is no water
A drought has struck
And here I am without a hint
Of life
Insane
You have driven me there
All I know is that we drove and the there were lightning bugs and I had the taste of summer in my mouth
She was almost driven to madness when she saw her Ex, arm in arm with a taller, more attractive woman than herself. It was not as if she blamed the woman who was with her Ex; no, it was the bastard himself for frequenting one of her usual hangout places just to show off his new arm candy.
driven to succeed is the way of the race car driver. They are driven to reach top speeds and to put their lives on the line in the hopes of glory and fame.
I was at the edge of town, and then I was outside it. I felt like I could breathe again. I’d never driven so fast and I’d never felt so dangerous.
Not that it was really dangerous- I kept telling myself that. It was just the big bad world. How bad could it be?
I saw the expression on her face. Nothing could stop her. I smiled to myself as I observed my little girl take off on her bike full-speed down the sidewalk, regardless of the incoming storm clouds. Just like her mother. Driven by an intangible and instoppable force. The air was warm and comforting, in a way. I look over to Shayne and tilt my head, exchanging a warm eye-smile that only the two of us would understand. God, do I love my husband. It’s moments like these that make me appreciate my beautiful family more than ever.
succed accomlpish do what is most destined to do go where you belong where you need to be where you strive
and how that sues will follow you likea car it will be life determination
i am not driven. i really wish i was, it would come in useful when i needed oomph and power and direction instead of flailing about like the top off a dandelion who has no idea of where it should be off to.
Driven is supposedly a good thing in our highly goal-oriented society. But what are the consequences for a highly driven life? Like most things, being driven is good only in moderation. If someone is too driven they can miss out on many things which make life beautiful; we must always leave times to “stop and smell the roses.”
One day I drove to school and hit a deer. Why a deer? I’m not sure why. I guess I live in a hich town so it’s a toss up between a deer or a cow. I don’t really like cows that much, so I should have said I hit a cow. They smell. What was my word again? Oh, driven. I had once DRIVEN to a play called Midnight Summers dream. Did I really see that play? No. I can’t really think of a play I did see…oh wait! I saw Oklahoma once!
I was driven to drive tonight. Going down the country road under only the stars. No headlights at all flooding the streets with that unnatural amber glow.