i drove today. well i drove in someone else’s car – he was driving actually. we couldn’t find a parking space – he got angry. then we saw a movie and on the way home he wasnt paying attention. he never pays attention.
Driven is the people who strive to achieve. Also the past tense of ‘to drive.’ One who has driven is one who drove. One who is driven is one who is motivated. Driven is a powerful word.
There are many things in my life that keep me “driven”. My family, my friends and the hope for a better life. Sometimes being driven is a gift and a curse. Cause you don’t always get what you want.
I was driven backwards- by a shark man who didn’t know his place. Which was murky weeds and coral needles, he used to say he got too cold down there, I told him there was nothing I could do, I can’t breath under water.
Carl wasn’t just focused, he was driven. He drove like a drunken maniac, though he was neither. But he had to get to her. He had to find them. They would learn what it meant to mess with one of his women.
when i go out in my car i am very much the driver as opposed to the passenger. You should only ever be driven if you have consumed alcohol and are in no fit state to drive. When being driven it is your duty to annoy the driver as much as possible by changing the music and heating settings.
….some people think we are driven like cattle to our destinies..no free will..life /society leads us to where it will…but,we are not machines this way.Machines will not deviate from their task to smell the roses,enjoy the blue sky or love someone that is incapable of loving them back.
Instinctively I watch as Jennifer slowly undressed at the river’s edge. I saw in her silhouette, pressed against the morning’s horizon, the immensity of a great waterfall and the serenity of the butterfly’s travels.
“Janie’s too driven,” Martha said as she gave her eyelashes one final coat in preparation for her Pulitzer Prize award dinner. “She needs to find another interest besides work or she’ll end up a lonely, bitter, old hag.” “Nonesense,” James replied lightly cupping his wife’s silk-clad shoulders. “She just takes after her mother.”
Driven, always driven. I never drove myself, never got a chance to. Dad taught the boys up at the airfield, but the girls, no. Husband drives me now, laughs when I ask for lessons. I’ll show him. Dr
driven by a force? driven by what, what is driven? are you driven? are you? what drives you? really driven? a car is driven in a less deep kind of way…. really…
I was so driven to drive to a place that will be inspiring and make me feel driven to be happy. A place with a field and a white picket fence and a big huge tree with a little wooden swing. you and I could sit beneath the tree and read or swing eachother on the wing or chase the ducklings and spen spend the whole day together.
wat goes very fast and you just cant get a glance of it… yet it hits you like a meteorit. yeap. the four letters nasty word dat thinks it cud be saved from blame by being blind..but drives you nuts!
I got into the car, my wife was sitting in the driver’s seat, her eyes glaring in front of her. “What did I do?” I asked softly, but she didn’t look back. I groaned and slumped in my seat and placed the seatbelt on. “Honey?” I asked softly, “what did I do?”
You press on the brakes and the words she’s screaming in your ear still don’t make sense. “Don’t shout, don’t shout,” you say calmly, over and over to her.
I was driven to run, driven to give everything i had into that one race. I knew that everyone believed i was setting myself up for failure, but as i stood at that starting line, all of that doubt faded from me. Deep in my heart, i knew i could do this.
es muy tarde y sigo despierto, solo quiero encontrar un trabajo para comprarle harta scosas a mi hija pero por otro lado disfruto el tiempo junto a ella ahora que estoy desempleado. que dilema…
He marched onward. Fear gripped him, but he felt driven to complete his mission. His feet dragged across the floor. The anxiety was too much to bare. The test for math was about to begin, and he needed an A to pass the class
i am so driven in life. i want to be so many things. often times i think that the only thing that is really holding me back in life is TIME. i can learn anything but time will only let me learn so much.
I have always been driven to be the best, and now that i am paralyzed from the chest down, i don’t know how to be anything anymore. Simple tasks i used to take for granted i now find myself incapable of even trying to perform. I wish i had the luxury to cry about it and complain that life- my life- isn’t fair. Yet i do nothing but keep trying. If i complain i give in, and if i give in that means i give up. In my position i can never give up or i would be killing myself in a cowardly way. Now, i don’t try to be the best, but i try to be better. Better than i am now and better than i ever was before. Maybe i can be the best me how i am now or maybe not. The only way i will know is if i try.
I was driven to do. I don’t know what drove me. I loved him, or at least I though I did. How did my life end up like this? What drove me. All I know is that it wasnt entirely my choice.
I am driven to be me. Whoever that is. Does anyone know? Does anyone what drives them to do the obvious? Or is it really as obvious as we think…Where does this drive come from?
He ran through the forest, the thorns cutting at his leg. Gun fire echoing inside his head, the enemy right behind. Driven on by the need, the desire to reach the safety of his home and the family waiting for him.
Insane. Was that the word? Memory was failing, voices clouding the pictures of the past. Voices? Loud, quiet, whispers, shouts; blurring consciousness.
I was driven by the way he spoke, like pure poetry. The way his eyes captured my soul. The way his strong arms held me when I cried. I was driven to love him. It’s like the way he was built was a perfect match for my eyes.
I am driven to be here. I am driven to be me. I am driven to do all I have to do to get to where I’m supposed to be. I am driven to run anyone over that gets in my way.
Motivation is an elusive thing. The only time it seems to find me is when I’m playing my music. And what I love most of all is playing music with other people, sharing the rhythm, driven by the beat. It’s an incredible feeling! When I think about the exhilaration I feel being part of a song, something so much bigger, something complex and expressive and beautiful… well, I guess it makes sense that some of the most beautiful songs I know are harmonies.
i was driving…i was driving fast with no direction no time but plenty of it, waiting for a spark of light to hit my eye when i realize im not moving. im sitting, im sitting im sitting im sittting ran through my head like a child at the park, why am i sitting i thought as i hit the wait waht am i sitting on?
Cars are awfully fast when driven by motorists on the highway to hell. Must explain why a bat out of hell is so damn fast. They knew what was necessary to get the hell out of there.
It was completely silent in the car that night.
As the stars flew by like comets on the highway nothing needed to be said.
Our relationship was in the music.
This would be my last journey in this passenger seat.
i drove today. well i drove in someone else’s car – he was driving actually. we couldn’t find a parking space – he got angry. then we saw a movie and on the way home he wasnt paying attention. he never pays attention.
Driven is the people who strive to achieve. Also the past tense of ‘to drive.’ One who has driven is one who drove. One who is driven is one who is motivated. Driven is a powerful word.
There are many things in my life that keep me “driven”. My family, my friends and the hope for a better life. Sometimes being driven is a gift and a curse. Cause you don’t always get what you want.
I was driven backwards- by a shark man who didn’t know his place. Which was murky weeds and coral needles, he used to say he got too cold down there, I told him there was nothing I could do, I can’t breath under water.
Carl wasn’t just focused, he was driven. He drove like a drunken maniac, though he was neither. But he had to get to her. He had to find them. They would learn what it meant to mess with one of his women.
when i go out in my car i am very much the driver as opposed to the passenger. You should only ever be driven if you have consumed alcohol and are in no fit state to drive. When being driven it is your duty to annoy the driver as much as possible by changing the music and heating settings.
….some people think we are driven like cattle to our destinies..no free will..life /society leads us to where it will…but,we are not machines this way.Machines will not deviate from their task to smell the roses,enjoy the blue sky or love someone that is incapable of loving them back.
Instinctively I watch as Jennifer slowly undressed at the river’s edge. I saw in her silhouette, pressed against the morning’s horizon, the immensity of a great waterfall and the serenity of the butterfly’s travels.
The most stupidest boss I ever have, he’s driven by stupidity. He cannot be more stupid that he is now.
“Janie’s too driven,” Martha said as she gave her eyelashes one final coat in preparation for her Pulitzer Prize award dinner. “She needs to find another interest besides work or she’ll end up a lonely, bitter, old hag.” “Nonesense,” James replied lightly cupping his wife’s silk-clad shoulders. “She just takes after her mother.”
Life must have a purpose. A goal drives us. A life without motivation is quite a gloomy one.
Driven, always driven. I never drove myself, never got a chance to. Dad taught the boys up at the airfield, but the girls, no. Husband drives me now, laughs when I ask for lessons. I’ll show him. Dr
I believe that we are all driven by a need to succeed. I am driven by desire to finish my education. I wonder what drives others.
driven by a force? driven by what, what is driven? are you driven? are you? what drives you? really driven? a car is driven in a less deep kind of way…. really…
I was so driven to drive to a place that will be inspiring and make me feel driven to be happy. A place with a field and a white picket fence and a big huge tree with a little wooden swing. you and I could sit beneath the tree and read or swing eachother on the wing or chase the ducklings and spen spend the whole day together.
drive. drive. thats all i want to too. thats all i need. i don’t need a house. or my mom just to drive. breeze. air. car. road.
wat goes very fast and you just cant get a glance of it… yet it hits you like a meteorit. yeap. the four letters nasty word dat thinks it cud be saved from blame by being blind..but drives you nuts!
“That’s nice sweetie,” was all he said when she showed him the gold medal.
I got into the car, my wife was sitting in the driver’s seat, her eyes glaring in front of her. “What did I do?” I asked softly, but she didn’t look back. I groaned and slumped in my seat and placed the seatbelt on. “Honey?” I asked softly, “what did I do?”
You press on the brakes and the words she’s screaming in your ear still don’t make sense. “Don’t shout, don’t shout,” you say calmly, over and over to her.
I was driven to run, driven to give everything i had into that one race. I knew that everyone believed i was setting myself up for failure, but as i stood at that starting line, all of that doubt faded from me. Deep in my heart, i knew i could do this.
The world is driven by hate and I love it.
I’m driven by love and I hate it.
es muy tarde y sigo despierto, solo quiero encontrar un trabajo para comprarle harta scosas a mi hija pero por otro lado disfruto el tiempo junto a ella ahora que estoy desempleado. que dilema…
He marched onward. Fear gripped him, but he felt driven to complete his mission. His feet dragged across the floor. The anxiety was too much to bare. The test for math was about to begin, and he needed an A to pass the class
i am so driven in life. i want to be so many things. often times i think that the only thing that is really holding me back in life is TIME. i can learn anything but time will only let me learn so much.
I have always been driven to be the best, and now that i am paralyzed from the chest down, i don’t know how to be anything anymore. Simple tasks i used to take for granted i now find myself incapable of even trying to perform. I wish i had the luxury to cry about it and complain that life- my life- isn’t fair. Yet i do nothing but keep trying. If i complain i give in, and if i give in that means i give up. In my position i can never give up or i would be killing myself in a cowardly way. Now, i don’t try to be the best, but i try to be better. Better than i am now and better than i ever was before. Maybe i can be the best me how i am now or maybe not. The only way i will know is if i try.
Driven mad by her psychotic boyfriend the girl cut all of her hair off with a razor blade.
im doing a english conversation
The girl had many goals and was driven to reach them.
I was driven to do. I don’t know what drove me. I loved him, or at least I though I did. How did my life end up like this? What drove me. All I know is that it wasnt entirely my choice.
I am driven to be me. Whoever that is. Does anyone know? Does anyone what drives them to do the obvious? Or is it really as obvious as we think…Where does this drive come from?
He ran through the forest, the thorns cutting at his leg. Gun fire echoing inside his head, the enemy right behind. Driven on by the need, the desire to reach the safety of his home and the family waiting for him.
Insane. Was that the word? Memory was failing, voices clouding the pictures of the past. Voices? Loud, quiet, whispers, shouts; blurring consciousness.
I was driven by the way he spoke, like pure poetry. The way his eyes captured my soul. The way his strong arms held me when I cried. I was driven to love him. It’s like the way he was built was a perfect match for my eyes.
I am driven to be here. I am driven to be me. I am driven to do all I have to do to get to where I’m supposed to be. I am driven to run anyone over that gets in my way.
Motivation is an elusive thing. The only time it seems to find me is when I’m playing my music. And what I love most of all is playing music with other people, sharing the rhythm, driven by the beat. It’s an incredible feeling! When I think about the exhilaration I feel being part of a song, something so much bigger, something complex and expressive and beautiful… well, I guess it makes sense that some of the most beautiful songs I know are harmonies.
I was driven to the ice cream shop by the cutest boy on the planet. I absolutely adored him. He was the most amazing man I’d ever met. I love him.
i was driving…i was driving fast with no direction no time but plenty of it, waiting for a spark of light to hit my eye when i realize im not moving. im sitting, im sitting im sitting im sittting ran through my head like a child at the park, why am i sitting i thought as i hit the wait waht am i sitting on?
Cars are awfully fast when driven by motorists on the highway to hell. Must explain why a bat out of hell is so damn fast. They knew what was necessary to get the hell out of there.
It was completely silent in the car that night.
As the stars flew by like comets on the highway nothing needed to be said.
Our relationship was in the music.
This would be my last journey in this passenger seat.