of course i can still hold you up; that’s what i’ve been doing for so many years now, i know nothing else. when you have no one else you turn to me because i have always been your foundation.
i tire of it, but you never notice.
He was the pillar of their team after all. Suzanne had said so. Without him, the team would fall into chaos and would never get anything accomplished. He liked Suzanne. She was smart and pretty and always knew what to say to him to make him feel better.
looking down i could see everything. i am highest of them all. i didn’t even want to be here. but now that i am. well, i’m starting to get used to it. it feels much like a pedestal, but a pillar, well that’s just the best.
hold up the world upon your shoulders, atlas. does your back ache, from being bent over, since forever? do your shoulders ache, from carrying the weight of everyone; burdens, hopes, dreams, wishes on your shoulders?
dear atlas, do you need some salonpas?
we are all supposed to have that one person in our lives who is like our own pillar. sometimes they mess up and we have to be the pillar for them. but one thing is true: one can’t survive without the other.
The girl’s eyes were filled with terror. Her face a carving of fright. The pillar was moving straight at her; not knowing the life it will take. The white, marble pillar crashed, the sound of the collision a sound of breaking bones.
High the elite stand on pillars made from the blood and sweat of the common man, this is what we have been told is just and right, this is the lie we all live.
pillars give strength…they are a must to suppprt castles in air…my father is my pillar of strength. I like marble pillars more than woodeen pillars. temples have many pillars that holod the stones craved together. have seen a 100 pillar temple in southern india. they were all carved out of rocks.
behind the strength, behind the face, behind the vehicle for our emotions, our communication, connecting parts gives us foundation for body structure, for dancing, for knowing. Not brittle, and unyeilding, but bent by nature, and flexible by design. Without we would crumble to dust.
The pillar was white roman style, it was thousands of feet tall. It reached all the way up into a beautiful blue sky, clouds hung all around it, and the sun was gleaming from above. I had always heard rumors that it lead to heaven, but I didn’t believe it at all, until I saw it.
I see pillars and I think about buildings naturally. I think of those big-ass Greek buildings like monuments. They remind me of the merits of aestheticism in architecture.
Pillars are what fancy southern houses have. Especially back in the day when they were running cotton plantations. Also, the White House has pillars. They are generally just to make building look important I guess.
you are strong. tall. i want to be you. interesting. weird. you fall. i cant fall i just cant i need to be strong. never like a cloud. you are white. and weak. WEAK! i do not want to be weak. i can not be weak. ever. i need my facade.
cold, it rises up from something even colder. it is structure, it is pure, it is truth. What’s on top is what we should be suspicious of (damn, ended a sentence with a preposition. sue me.)
The cornerstone of our knowledge is, in fact, nonexistant. Shame, really. The model we seem to hold is that knowledge is a series of pillars with one root, but in fact the true cornerstone is emotion.
the pillar was talll and looked as if it was the only thing suporting the roof of the building imaging if someone just drove there car write therw it and brought the whole building down by just hitting that one pillar. and then it happend
They stood, glowing a perfect creamy white against the blue sky. The pillars were intricate and seemed out of place with their frilly roman styles in this urban landscape. However, the pillars were a part of the beautifully crafted school and they helped tie together the past, the present, and the future.
David slowly bent an arm around the pillar, exhaling slowly and carefully listening for any sound he may produce; a bit of debris cracking under foot as he shifted his weight, fabric and flesh hissing slightly as they touched, or his own pounding heart which beat deeply with an intensity and heat he could feel in his ears and around his eyes.
There are pillars in many places. One place, once my favorite place. A place that could never be mine. I place where I my current dreams were almost fulfilled. I want that place right now so badly, sometimes it hurts.
The ancient greeks and romans constructed what were known as “pillars”. These pillars were structural units that usually upheld builds and general infrastructure. These pillars could sometimes (and often were) highly decorated for no apparent reason. Furthermore pillars are pivotal in upholding useless structures such as the pantheon.
pillars of salt
the pillars at the church in jesus times that are big and white
pillars at my neighbors house that are so tall and you can look up and see the architecture in the big things that look like their almost made of white granite.
in jesus time when they were running away from the city and he said if you look back youll turn into a pillar of salt and the girl did and she turned into a pillar of salt.
Pillars are mighty figures that remind us all how small the human race is, yet how big our aspirations can be. They are great reminders of the strength of humanity.
A pillar is similar to a column. It is a vertical support structure designed with a non-circular base.
Pillars are beautiful.
of course i can still hold you up; that’s what i’ve been doing for so many years now, i know nothing else. when you have no one else you turn to me because i have always been your foundation.
i tire of it, but you never notice.
He was the pillar of their team after all. Suzanne had said so. Without him, the team would fall into chaos and would never get anything accomplished. He liked Suzanne. She was smart and pretty and always knew what to say to him to make him feel better.
looking down i could see everything. i am highest of them all. i didn’t even want to be here. but now that i am. well, i’m starting to get used to it. it feels much like a pedestal, but a pillar, well that’s just the best.
she was standing in front of the Lincoln memorial staring at the huge white pillars houseing the (in my opinion) the bravest president EVER
hold up the world upon your shoulders, atlas. does your back ache, from being bent over, since forever? do your shoulders ache, from carrying the weight of everyone; burdens, hopes, dreams, wishes on your shoulders?
dear atlas, do you need some salonpas?
we are all supposed to have that one person in our lives who is like our own pillar. sometimes they mess up and we have to be the pillar for them. but one thing is true: one can’t survive without the other.
The girl’s eyes were filled with terror. Her face a carving of fright. The pillar was moving straight at her; not knowing the life it will take. The white, marble pillar crashed, the sound of the collision a sound of breaking bones.
High the elite stand on pillars made from the blood and sweat of the common man, this is what we have been told is just and right, this is the lie we all live.
What is a pillar in my life? Everything that I thought was holding me up is actually not dependable at all.
they are everywhere i go…in lights ….they came in many shaps and color
what i want, what i need right now is a pillar to lean on…
A pillar or strength, a guide, someone we all look up to and love, the masses need a hero, and he shall always be there.
Standing tall, encased in stone.
pillars give strength…they are a must to suppprt castles in air…my father is my pillar of strength. I like marble pillars more than woodeen pillars. temples have many pillars that holod the stones craved together. have seen a 100 pillar temple in southern india. they were all carved out of rocks.
There’s a pillar holding everything together, even in this almost dystopic world. That pillar is love.
behind the strength, behind the face, behind the vehicle for our emotions, our communication, connecting parts gives us foundation for body structure, for dancing, for knowing. Not brittle, and unyeilding, but bent by nature, and flexible by design. Without we would crumble to dust.
The pillar was white roman style, it was thousands of feet tall. It reached all the way up into a beautiful blue sky, clouds hung all around it, and the sun was gleaming from above. I had always heard rumors that it lead to heaven, but I didn’t believe it at all, until I saw it.
I see pillars and I think about buildings naturally. I think of those big-ass Greek buildings like monuments. They remind me of the merits of aestheticism in architecture.
I hid behind these in Barcelona, I was drunk, I was wathcing you look for me. Have we always been unhappy.?
Pillars are what fancy southern houses have. Especially back in the day when they were running cotton plantations. Also, the White House has pillars. They are generally just to make building look important I guess.
There tall.
There hipster.
They’re like dicks but made by romans. but not roman dicks. Those a gross. Like a pillar. There kind of amazing.
pillar of salt, lots wife. Never look back, it will never be good. Be brave and move on and it will be great
a thing to hold up a structure. It helps things function, keeping everyone’s heads above water, to keep from drowning.
you are strong. tall. i want to be you. interesting. weird. you fall. i cant fall i just cant i need to be strong. never like a cloud. you are white. and weak. WEAK! i do not want to be weak. i can not be weak. ever. i need my facade.
pillar of salt, love, envy and energy…
you are my rock.
my bitter sweet love
like licorice
cold, it rises up from something even colder. it is structure, it is pure, it is truth. What’s on top is what we should be suspicious of (damn, ended a sentence with a preposition. sue me.)
you are a pillar of salt
bitter to the taste
hard to the touch
strong standing
like a rock against the wind
the salt from the sea
i love thee
The cornerstone of our knowledge is, in fact, nonexistant. Shame, really. The model we seem to hold is that knowledge is a series of pillars with one root, but in fact the true cornerstone is emotion.
the pillar was talll and looked as if it was the only thing suporting the roof of the building imaging if someone just drove there car write therw it and brought the whole building down by just hitting that one pillar. and then it happend
They stood, glowing a perfect creamy white against the blue sky. The pillars were intricate and seemed out of place with their frilly roman styles in this urban landscape. However, the pillars were a part of the beautifully crafted school and they helped tie together the past, the present, and the future.
David slowly bent an arm around the pillar, exhaling slowly and carefully listening for any sound he may produce; a bit of debris cracking under foot as he shifted his weight, fabric and flesh hissing slightly as they touched, or his own pounding heart which beat deeply with an intensity and heat he could feel in his ears and around his eyes.
I really have no idea what to out as I don’t know what pillar means! Where that word comes from?
There are pillars in many places. One place, once my favorite place. A place that could never be mine. I place where I my current dreams were almost fulfilled. I want that place right now so badly, sometimes it hurts.
The ancient greeks and romans constructed what were known as “pillars”. These pillars were structural units that usually upheld builds and general infrastructure. These pillars could sometimes (and often were) highly decorated for no apparent reason. Furthermore pillars are pivotal in upholding useless structures such as the pantheon.
it’s a think or a thought that drives all things to it to be wrapped up in pink but who knows where it will take you and why you are there
pillars of salt
the pillars at the church in jesus times that are big and white
pillars at my neighbors house that are so tall and you can look up and see the architecture in the big things that look like their almost made of white granite.
in jesus time when they were running away from the city and he said if you look back youll turn into a pillar of salt and the girl did and she turned into a pillar of salt.
I’m on again, time to pretend,
washed up on the coast, from pillar to post.
Pillars remind the human race of just how small it is, yet how its ferocity and will to succeed can overcome any challenge
Pillars are mighty figures that remind us all how small the human race is, yet how big our aspirations can be. They are great reminders of the strength of humanity.
Standing tall
Arms outstretched
You keep me strong
You hold me up