The poster was bold and blatant in both its image and its placement, as it stuck defiantly to the wall just next to the entrance to the General Assembly. Yet it was its statement that was truly revolutionary. The white lettering underneath the raised fist with an eye jutting from its wrist shouted “Psychics, Rise Up!” in an invitation to a rebellion of the mind.
to state a fact
he cant even say
or just spit it out
he cant just be honest
and tell me what this means!
tell me what you want
make a statement, before i leave
Do you want to make a statement? Do you want to make an impression? You don’t have that much time. Just a few decades to show the world who you are. Because after, who’s really going to remember you, if you don’t take a stand? If you don’t make a statement, maybe you’re not really here.
If I only had one word to say about the one word you posted ant the top of the page it wouldn’t have read one word it would have read two, or perhaps three but in one word I guess I would have to say SAD. It describes most people because most are artificially happy:).
The fashion magazines tell you all the time. Make a statement. Whether it’s high heeled black boots or a Mardi Gras mask, you can do it. Just wear it. And wear it well.
I make statements with words words that come out of my mouth like a waterfall dripping with disdain and fakery. i don’t make statements outside of politics or school and I don’t know how to formulate them but I make what I can out of word like an artist makes what they can out paper. Statements make up minds, make up people but cant encompass them.
Once the police had my statement, I was free to go. But go where? Back home? No thank you. I wasn’t sure if I would ever feel safe in my home again. I wanted to feel safe and I knew being home alone, I would never have that feeling again.
He made a statement today to prove his point that he was right. He never like to be wrong and had to prove that he wasn’t. He had too much of an ego to ever be wrong
Jensen dreamed he was talking to his mother. “What is the statement?! What is the statement!?” He asked her, repeating her comment to him. I’ll tell you what the statement is. The statement is that the world I know it just ceased to exist! “Oh, pshaw!” she said, “I’ve been dead for 12 years now. So I know a little about something like that. You just over-worry everything like you always do.”
i’m writing about a statement. Awesome, because at the same time i’m making a statement! I don’t even know what to write about, but this is pretty cool! I’m gonna like this. When are these 60 seconds up?
Proclaiming yourself. Declaring a truth, a truth that is temporary, or perhaps not actually true, but the current reality for where you are, in your mind, in your location, in your life. Everything you do is making a statement.
I would like to be the kind of person that makes a statement. the kind of person who can make a statement about themselves, their day, their life with just a few simple words. I would like to make a fashion statement, a love statement, a life statement to leave behind when I’m gone.
Statement of purpose in this life of flowers being thrown in the face of all the faces of people you want to woo, and consume and in turn they’ll take a slower appreciation of your smile, you think that. You know that. You want to show the purple buds they had purpose.
A statement is not a hard thing to make. You take a thought that you believe in fairly strongly and you say it out loud, preferably with conviction. Then you make sure to put a period on the end of it, meaning no up-talking. i.e. No, “This is a grape, right?” Not a statement!
It’s hard, to be struck so painfully by a single statement. To be trapped by the opinions of others- the opinions they force on me to ease their own feelings. This guilt swallows me whole. I fumble with weapons at the last minute and force myself to lift my head from the water. I want to eradicate the world’s pain, the world’s hunger for attention. I try. I always fail. I can give as much attention as possible to as many people as possible and it’s still not enough. They tell me that I’m just one person, but treat me like I’m an army. I would finish the job if I wasn’t scared of what would happen if I wasn’t there to soften the blows. In the meantime, they’ll kick me to the floor and I’ll lie there, a bloody mess, waiting for the light to shine in.
I’d like to make a brief statement about the word statement. It consists of two parts, the first of which is the word “state” coming from the verb “to state” which means to say something directly. The second part is a suffix, “ment” and when it is added on to the end of a word, it turns that word into a noun. See “environment” and “governmenernmenteernmentrnment
To make a statement, you need to make people feel something. You can make an element; that is completely unique- or even controversial but it needs to be classified as out of the ordinary. Something to provoke thoughts.
I have a statement for you. I wish I could say it.
Out loud, I mean and not in my head.
I wish I were brave. Brave as I was.
The statement is distracting, vivid in my brain.
If I only I had the courage to let it escape.
Statement of purpose in this life of flowers being thrown in the face of all the faces of people you want to woo, and consume and in turn they’ll take a slower appreciation of your smile, you think that. You know that. You want to show the purple buds they had purpose.
I hope people dont remember me as an annoying person just a person who liked to have fun. I wanted to make a statement that life should be fun not serious. we dont make it out alive anyways. i think peple should just chill the fuck out some times. but no one ever does and its sad to see that. but what ever. what can you do.
i didn’t know this was the word we were supposed to write about at first. i thought it was telling me to make a statement. which i suppose i am. but idon’t really have any statemets to make. i’m really happy right now. i feel sure of myself. i feel like i’m really making the right desicion.
My eyes are all read and puffy. I know that for the next two minutes, I will have everyone’s attention. Here we go – nerves, sadness, insecurity and all – diving into the unknown. As long as I have this group listening to me, right now, I might as well make a statement.
Making a statement is the gayest thing that everyone strives for. You’re not special. Wait a second we need to make statements right, because what would ever be accomplished otherwise. My statement to you is that jet fighters fly faster than sound. you can’t make a statement to them. They’ll never hear you. Jesus was cool, but everyone keeps trying to shove his statement into my anus.
I am writing a statement. A word. A phrase. A sentence. A paragraph. I am writing and I am happy. I am always happy when I write. No matter the circumstances. These sentences are incomplete. But I don’t care. Because I am writing. And I am happy.
I’ve drawn a blank trying to make a statement abut today’s word. This is very odd for me, as words are something I rarely have trouble finding. I have them everywhere—stuffed into every nook and cranny of my mind. Why can’t I make a statement today?
I have a statement to make. It’s about life. love and happiness. If you know them, you know life. If you don’t know them, you know nothing. You must continue your search to find the statement in life that makes you, you. Love yourself, see yourself shining in the light, see your grace and magnitude. Your statement.
I have a statement to make. It’s about life. love and happiness. If you know them, you know life. If you don’t know them, you know nothing. You must continue your search to find the statement in life that makes you, you. Love yourself, see yourself shining in the light, see your grace and magnitude. Your statement.
They made me write one of these every time that I applied to anything, ever. And I never really knew what it was, so it was curious that I ever got in to anything, ever. I wrote one about a cake recipe, but I did it well enough to fool them. Suckers.
I banged my head against the keyboard for the tenth time that day. Statement of Intent. That’s what they wanted from me. But what did that MEAN!? How should I know what my intent is? Why did I want to transfer to the School of Youth and Child Care? What experiences have I had that led me to make this decision? I don’t know. I honestly don’t. Isn’t it enough just to say I want to help people? Oh look, it has to be three pages long…
The poster was bold and blatant in both its image and its placement, as it stuck defiantly to the wall just next to the entrance to the General Assembly. Yet it was its statement that was truly revolutionary. The white lettering underneath the raised fist with an eye jutting from its wrist shouted “Psychics, Rise Up!” in an invitation to a rebellion of the mind.
to state a fact
he cant even say
or just spit it out
he cant just be honest
and tell me what this means!
tell me what you want
make a statement, before i leave
This is my statement today:I’m going on a holydaaay sooon <3 :)
Do you want to make a statement? Do you want to make an impression? You don’t have that much time. Just a few decades to show the world who you are. Because after, who’s really going to remember you, if you don’t take a stand? If you don’t make a statement, maybe you’re not really here.
If I only had one word to say about the one word you posted ant the top of the page it wouldn’t have read one word it would have read two, or perhaps three but in one word I guess I would have to say SAD. It describes most people because most are artificially happy:).
The fashion magazines tell you all the time. Make a statement. Whether it’s high heeled black boots or a Mardi Gras mask, you can do it. Just wear it. And wear it well.
i’m through with you.
Banks …..a matter of fact …who needs them anyway?
Something you can make.
I make statements with words words that come out of my mouth like a waterfall dripping with disdain and fakery. i don’t make statements outside of politics or school and I don’t know how to formulate them but I make what I can out of word like an artist makes what they can out paper. Statements make up minds, make up people but cant encompass them.
Once the police had my statement, I was free to go. But go where? Back home? No thank you. I wasn’t sure if I would ever feel safe in my home again. I wanted to feel safe and I knew being home alone, I would never have that feeling again.
He made a statement today to prove his point that he was right. He never like to be wrong and had to prove that he wasn’t. He had too much of an ego to ever be wrong
Jensen dreamed he was talking to his mother. “What is the statement?! What is the statement!?” He asked her, repeating her comment to him. I’ll tell you what the statement is. The statement is that the world I know it just ceased to exist! “Oh, pshaw!” she said, “I’ve been dead for 12 years now. So I know a little about something like that. You just over-worry everything like you always do.”
Statement, a point you want to get across
opinion,
state
ment
Harry Potter is my statement.
ment meaning mean! so i mean that!
States.
Make your own statement. Take you own stand be original. That’s all you need to remember to become successful && be a good person.
i’m writing about a statement. Awesome, because at the same time i’m making a statement! I don’t even know what to write about, but this is pretty cool! I’m gonna like this. When are these 60 seconds up?
Proclaiming yourself. Declaring a truth, a truth that is temporary, or perhaps not actually true, but the current reality for where you are, in your mind, in your location, in your life. Everything you do is making a statement.
I would like to be the kind of person that makes a statement. the kind of person who can make a statement about themselves, their day, their life with just a few simple words. I would like to make a fashion statement, a love statement, a life statement to leave behind when I’m gone.
Statement of purpose in this life of flowers being thrown in the face of all the faces of people you want to woo, and consume and in turn they’ll take a slower appreciation of your smile, you think that. You know that. You want to show the purple buds they had purpose.
A statement is not a hard thing to make. You take a thought that you believe in fairly strongly and you say it out loud, preferably with conviction. Then you make sure to put a period on the end of it, meaning no up-talking. i.e. No, “This is a grape, right?” Not a statement!
It’s hard, to be struck so painfully by a single statement. To be trapped by the opinions of others- the opinions they force on me to ease their own feelings. This guilt swallows me whole. I fumble with weapons at the last minute and force myself to lift my head from the water. I want to eradicate the world’s pain, the world’s hunger for attention. I try. I always fail. I can give as much attention as possible to as many people as possible and it’s still not enough. They tell me that I’m just one person, but treat me like I’m an army. I would finish the job if I wasn’t scared of what would happen if I wasn’t there to soften the blows. In the meantime, they’ll kick me to the floor and I’ll lie there, a bloody mess, waiting for the light to shine in.
I’d like to make a brief statement about the word statement. It consists of two parts, the first of which is the word “state” coming from the verb “to state” which means to say something directly. The second part is a suffix, “ment” and when it is added on to the end of a word, it turns that word into a noun. See “environment” and “governmenernmenteernmentrnment
To make a statement, you need to make people feel something. You can make an element; that is completely unique- or even controversial but it needs to be classified as out of the ordinary. Something to provoke thoughts.
I have a statement for you. I wish I could say it.
Out loud, I mean and not in my head.
I wish I were brave. Brave as I was.
The statement is distracting, vivid in my brain.
If I only I had the courage to let it escape.
Statement of purpose in this life of flowers being thrown in the face of all the faces of people you want to woo, and consume and in turn they’ll take a slower appreciation of your smile, you think that. You know that. You want to show the purple buds they had purpose.
I hope people dont remember me as an annoying person just a person who liked to have fun. I wanted to make a statement that life should be fun not serious. we dont make it out alive anyways. i think peple should just chill the fuck out some times. but no one ever does and its sad to see that. but what ever. what can you do.
i didn’t know this was the word we were supposed to write about at first. i thought it was telling me to make a statement. which i suppose i am. but idon’t really have any statemets to make. i’m really happy right now. i feel sure of myself. i feel like i’m really making the right desicion.
“What are you trying to tell me?” He roared, pushing the chair across the room. “It’s not a problem. Leave me alone.”
“Look. Let’ go. We’ll figure it out together.” She pleaded.
“Bullshit.” He said, eyes glowering as he menacingly walked towards her.
“I swear. I’ll pull the trigger Jack.”
My eyes are all read and puffy. I know that for the next two minutes, I will have everyone’s attention. Here we go – nerves, sadness, insecurity and all – diving into the unknown. As long as I have this group listening to me, right now, I might as well make a statement.
Making a statement is the gayest thing that everyone strives for. You’re not special. Wait a second we need to make statements right, because what would ever be accomplished otherwise. My statement to you is that jet fighters fly faster than sound. you can’t make a statement to them. They’ll never hear you. Jesus was cool, but everyone keeps trying to shove his statement into my anus.
I am writing a statement. A word. A phrase. A sentence. A paragraph. I am writing and I am happy. I am always happy when I write. No matter the circumstances. These sentences are incomplete. But I don’t care. Because I am writing. And I am happy.
May or may not be true. Often made by idiots who are uninformed. Doubt it
I’ve drawn a blank trying to make a statement abut today’s word. This is very odd for me, as words are something I rarely have trouble finding. I have them everywhere—stuffed into every nook and cranny of my mind. Why can’t I make a statement today?
This is a statement of fact. It is reality. I can’t have you. I do not question this. It is an impossibility. It is just a statement.
I have a statement to make. It’s about life. love and happiness. If you know them, you know life. If you don’t know them, you know nothing. You must continue your search to find the statement in life that makes you, you. Love yourself, see yourself shining in the light, see your grace and magnitude. Your statement.
I have a statement to make. It’s about life. love and happiness. If you know them, you know life. If you don’t know them, you know nothing. You must continue your search to find the statement in life that makes you, you. Love yourself, see yourself shining in the light, see your grace and magnitude. Your statement.
They made me write one of these every time that I applied to anything, ever. And I never really knew what it was, so it was curious that I ever got in to anything, ever. I wrote one about a cake recipe, but I did it well enough to fool them. Suckers.
:D seriously ?!
I banged my head against the keyboard for the tenth time that day. Statement of Intent. That’s what they wanted from me. But what did that MEAN!? How should I know what my intent is? Why did I want to transfer to the School of Youth and Child Care? What experiences have I had that led me to make this decision? I don’t know. I honestly don’t. Isn’t it enough just to say I want to help people? Oh look, it has to be three pages long…
this equals that, tautology recapitulates ontogeny and so on. Just the facts, ma’am, but the devil’s in the conclusions, not the the details.