You make a statement, somewhere between tame and bold. Fill it with qualifiers, “pretty” “some” “kinda” “sorta”. Nothing will stick. No bad guy.
I sorta don’t believe in god.
But don’t be mad.
Don’t worry about me.
I’m still a good person, with clean socks, and will offer you a ride before you ask.
statements can be true or false. that sentence was a statement and so is this one. they are what makes conversation work…? terrible statement in that last sentence but oh well. i love dogs. that’s a statement. state. bro….
I think that I would like to make a statement about my life. I like my life. Its good. Life makes me happy, even when its shitty. I don;t know hy. But i like to run far. it hurts but it makes me happy.
no im not drunk. and i dont care what the word is. i may like you. but yes i have a bf. therefore i suck. and everyone knows that. you know it the best. but the thing is i know it too.
I’ve never had to make a statement. Statements are declarations, important things. I talk. I talk too much, but I don’t think I’ve ever had to declare something as a statement. I get that there is an official definition that says saying this is a statement. Maybe this is my first statement, but I don’t think of it that way at all. President’s make statements, I don’t.
This is my statement. This is who I am. Bleeding my heart onto a screen to be judged by the masses. I am a mother. I am passionate. I am lost. I am wishing I could hide who I was. I am making a statement to the world. This is who I am. This is me.
She had to make a statement, and she had to make it now. It had to be loud, clear, so everyone could see that she WAS the leader she had decided to me, vowed to be. The noise was everywhere, them fighting for her, and it was her time to show that she was just as loyal as them and wanted to protect the Clan as much as anyone else.
statements are a clump of words stuck together at random like i am doing at this very moment…. WOOWZAZ!!!! i am sooo creative and mia makes no no no no sense… unlike me of course. ;)
The defining words of our public speakers. They can change the world as we know it. But I really don’t think that we can sum up our whole lives like that. Life isn’t something that can just be summarised.
A statement is a true fact. It tends to be a pretty bold statement, just said to the universe, or something said to another person to prove a point. They’re usually not argumentative things, but…numbers, statistics, things that can be seen in black and white, and with very little room for debate.
I had a HORRIBLE case of writer’s block trying to come up with my statement of purpose. It landed me an interview, though, so I should be happy. So many emotions and feelings had to go in such a small, two page statement. It took me a month to write 500 words.
Statement. I have made so many in my life. Some shocking, some weak, some crazy, some sad. All were statements none the less. My words are true. They express me for me. STATEMENT;
Not worrying about what people think by being courageous and bold. It sturrs thoughts and inspires people to think deeply about something. It doesn’t hold back and is fearless. Making something known and noticed.
Being bold and speaking your mind not caring about what others think. It provokes a thought or reaction in someone’s mind that is powerful. It has no fear and goes all out to be courageous and bold to provoke thought and sturr
Statement – what a great word to start with! A word of personification. A word of saying. It is a powerful word and all these words together are making it.
She stands up in front of the room, steadying her shaking hands on the lectern. She wasn’t made for this, she thinks, as she begins to read. Press conferences and announcements aren’t her style.
many things a statement can be about. it can be about life, what you did the other day or even food. I like to make statement s all the time about random things that dont even really matter. Like showering which actually does matter i guess. But unlike the world i make many statements, statements that dont really have to be about anything meaningful.
I’d like to stop now. through with my statement, I mean really. fuck. how many times do you need me to recount every fucking goddamned detail of this fucking incident? I’m even remembering it in your terms now- incident with the suspect, forced oral copulation, goddamnit.
Marcel wanted to make a statement as he stood before his 8-foot square canvas. His passion. His hopes, his dreams. Forty-five years in galleries, galas, fine arts receptions, hanging out with rock stars and millionnaires. He wanted to express his secret longings, desires, unfulfilled dreams. He took a long gulp of his double-espresso, put on his playlist of 1970s punk rock classics mixed with Schubert, Mendelssohn, Rossini and Manilow, then dipped his fists into buckets of paint and began his work.
9 frenzied hours later, he walked away, satisfied, from a large-scale self-portrait of himself, sitting in a cubicle, eerily glowing by the radiance of a desktop computer, with an empty bag of Cheetos in his lap.
i am going to make a statement. a big statement. i am in love. i know i shouldn’t be, i know it’s dumb, i know it’s foolish. i know i could get hurt, but i am in love and i cannot do anything about it. i tried to stop it, but i couldn’t. love is like the statement i am making, once it appears it is out there and can never be taken back. that is if it’s real love.
I tend to think people make statements too often. Why are we asked to make a statement about something. Why do you need my statement. Why can’t you just ask me to say what I feel about the situation. Not “Can you make a statement” Then again I guess there is different circumstances for different situations.
this is a statement. Many of the things that come out of our mouths are statements. They answer a question, or they lead to a question. they express your ideals, ethics, feelings, beliefs, and even your thoughts.
make a statement. you make a stance. leave a lasting impression. make a difference. leave a mark. make a stain. be remembered. don’t stand with others. say what you feel not what you want to impress others. be who who are. stand apart. use your voice.
this is to tell you how much you make me sick, to make a statement telling you how you ruied so much. how you destroyed things that wern’t yours to kill. i hate that you did that and it’s killing me knowing you got away with it.
because your here, i’m taking you back without knowing and i’m hurting the people around me.
something logical, that you believe in, something powerful, that make other people stand back, listen. Believe too. I hope one day to make a statement, with words, with my life. With love.
“don’t you think i should go?”
it wasn’t a question; not really.
i already knew the answer; i should definitely not be here.
but he shook his head.
“nah, don’t let him worry you. he’s not going to say anything.”
pause.
“not that there’s anything to say. just because i’m a professor and you’re a student, that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
i nod; his words make logical sense.
but with the way people have been reacting…
this time it was a statement
“i should go.”
he let me.
Wait what statement? I didn’t know that was important! I just assumed it was another sheet advising us about not sexually harasisng the secretaries again… although that new secretary is pretty attractive. Whats her name? It’s Alex huh, nice. Wait what do you mean Alex isn’t a she? Seriously? Oh boy…..the new secretary is still kind of attractive…
Statement. It’s clear and simple. Or maybe it’s complex. Statements. Right now I’m thinking of a horrible one. One that scares me. I am afraid. This whole thing scares me and it’s just one statement. How can it do this? Yet at the same time how can just one statement make us happy?
Statement. I don’t even know what to write. Ironically enough, because writing is making a statement. Here it goes. Art is a statement. A statement can be art. In most ways. When anything gives a statement, yells a voice, tells a story, it becomes art. I don’t care if it’s written on paper, on a school wall, or on the inside of your lover’s heart.
Statement
hast du gesagt
Statement
du bist gegangen
Statement
You make a statement, somewhere between tame and bold. Fill it with qualifiers, “pretty” “some” “kinda” “sorta”. Nothing will stick. No bad guy.
I sorta don’t believe in god.
But don’t be mad.
Don’t worry about me.
I’m still a good person, with clean socks, and will offer you a ride before you ask.
statements can be true or false. that sentence was a statement and so is this one. they are what makes conversation work…? terrible statement in that last sentence but oh well. i love dogs. that’s a statement. state. bro….
I think that I would like to make a statement about my life. I like my life. Its good. Life makes me happy, even when its shitty. I don;t know hy. But i like to run far. it hurts but it makes me happy.
no im not drunk. and i dont care what the word is. i may like you. but yes i have a bf. therefore i suck. and everyone knows that. you know it the best. but the thing is i know it too.
I’ve never had to make a statement. Statements are declarations, important things. I talk. I talk too much, but I don’t think I’ve ever had to declare something as a statement. I get that there is an official definition that says saying this is a statement. Maybe this is my first statement, but I don’t think of it that way at all. President’s make statements, I don’t.
This is my statement. This is who I am. Bleeding my heart onto a screen to be judged by the masses. I am a mother. I am passionate. I am lost. I am wishing I could hide who I was. I am making a statement to the world. This is who I am. This is me.
She had to make a statement, and she had to make it now. It had to be loud, clear, so everyone could see that she WAS the leader she had decided to me, vowed to be. The noise was everywhere, them fighting for her, and it was her time to show that she was just as loyal as them and wanted to protect the Clan as much as anyone else.
statements are a clump of words stuck together at random like i am doing at this very moment…. WOOWZAZ!!!! i am sooo creative and mia makes no no no no sense… unlike me of course. ;)
The defining words of our public speakers. They can change the world as we know it. But I really don’t think that we can sum up our whole lives like that. Life isn’t something that can just be summarised.
A statement is a true fact. It tends to be a pretty bold statement, just said to the universe, or something said to another person to prove a point. They’re usually not argumentative things, but…numbers, statistics, things that can be seen in black and white, and with very little room for debate.
I had a HORRIBLE case of writer’s block trying to come up with my statement of purpose. It landed me an interview, though, so I should be happy. So many emotions and feelings had to go in such a small, two page statement. It took me a month to write 500 words.
Statement. I have made so many in my life. Some shocking, some weak, some crazy, some sad. All were statements none the less. My words are true. They express me for me. STATEMENT;
Not worrying about what people think by being courageous and bold. It sturrs thoughts and inspires people to think deeply about something. It doesn’t hold back and is fearless. Making something known and noticed.
“Just write from your experiences”, she said. That one statement made me realize that that is exactly what I should do.
Being bold and speaking your mind not caring about what others think. It provokes a thought or reaction in someone’s mind that is powerful. It has no fear and goes all out to be courageous and bold to provoke thought and sturr
this is a statement.
this is another one.
i think in order for this to be a statement it must end with a period.
right?
above, not a statement.
Statement is a sentence. This is a statement. Anyone can make a statement. A statement can be long or short
Statement – what a great word to start with! A word of personification. A word of saying. It is a powerful word and all these words together are making it.
It is a thing you make, unintentionally at times, purposefully and with determination at others. It tells your story.
She stands up in front of the room, steadying her shaking hands on the lectern. She wasn’t made for this, she thinks, as she begins to read. Press conferences and announcements aren’t her style.
I have no further statement to make to the press…thank you.
Bank statement.
Bold statement.
Fashion statement.
Something said by a person in order to go against an argument. you state a statement to get your point across.
this is a statement. the end (as was that).
many things a statement can be about. it can be about life, what you did the other day or even food. I like to make statement s all the time about random things that dont even really matter. Like showering which actually does matter i guess. But unlike the world i make many statements, statements that dont really have to be about anything meaningful.
I’d like to stop now. through with my statement, I mean really. fuck. how many times do you need me to recount every fucking goddamned detail of this fucking incident? I’m even remembering it in your terms now- incident with the suspect, forced oral copulation, goddamnit.
Marcel wanted to make a statement as he stood before his 8-foot square canvas. His passion. His hopes, his dreams. Forty-five years in galleries, galas, fine arts receptions, hanging out with rock stars and millionnaires. He wanted to express his secret longings, desires, unfulfilled dreams. He took a long gulp of his double-espresso, put on his playlist of 1970s punk rock classics mixed with Schubert, Mendelssohn, Rossini and Manilow, then dipped his fists into buckets of paint and began his work.
9 frenzied hours later, he walked away, satisfied, from a large-scale self-portrait of himself, sitting in a cubicle, eerily glowing by the radiance of a desktop computer, with an empty bag of Cheetos in his lap.
i am going to make a statement. a big statement. i am in love. i know i shouldn’t be, i know it’s dumb, i know it’s foolish. i know i could get hurt, but i am in love and i cannot do anything about it. i tried to stop it, but i couldn’t. love is like the statement i am making, once it appears it is out there and can never be taken back. that is if it’s real love.
There are so many different things that can make a statement. Political unity, war, clothing, refusal, art, dance. People.
Make a statement! It’s more important if it’s a statement…
I tend to think people make statements too often. Why are we asked to make a statement about something. Why do you need my statement. Why can’t you just ask me to say what I feel about the situation. Not “Can you make a statement” Then again I guess there is different circumstances for different situations.
this is a statement. Many of the things that come out of our mouths are statements. They answer a question, or they lead to a question. they express your ideals, ethics, feelings, beliefs, and even your thoughts.
make a statement. you make a stance. leave a lasting impression. make a difference. leave a mark. make a stain. be remembered. don’t stand with others. say what you feel not what you want to impress others. be who who are. stand apart. use your voice.
this is to tell you how much you make me sick, to make a statement telling you how you ruied so much. how you destroyed things that wern’t yours to kill. i hate that you did that and it’s killing me knowing you got away with it.
because your here, i’m taking you back without knowing and i’m hurting the people around me.
something logical, that you believe in, something powerful, that make other people stand back, listen. Believe too. I hope one day to make a statement, with words, with my life. With love.
“don’t you think i should go?”
it wasn’t a question; not really.
i already knew the answer; i should definitely not be here.
but he shook his head.
“nah, don’t let him worry you. he’s not going to say anything.”
pause.
“not that there’s anything to say. just because i’m a professor and you’re a student, that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
i nod; his words make logical sense.
but with the way people have been reacting…
this time it was a statement
“i should go.”
he let me.
personal statement is a reflection of what you are, choose to identify with and generally speaking hope the worlds sees you as such.
Wait what statement? I didn’t know that was important! I just assumed it was another sheet advising us about not sexually harasisng the secretaries again… although that new secretary is pretty attractive. Whats her name? It’s Alex huh, nice. Wait what do you mean Alex isn’t a she? Seriously? Oh boy…..the new secretary is still kind of attractive…
Statement. It’s clear and simple. Or maybe it’s complex. Statements. Right now I’m thinking of a horrible one. One that scares me. I am afraid. This whole thing scares me and it’s just one statement. How can it do this? Yet at the same time how can just one statement make us happy?
Statement. I don’t even know what to write. Ironically enough, because writing is making a statement. Here it goes. Art is a statement. A statement can be art. In most ways. When anything gives a statement, yells a voice, tells a story, it becomes art. I don’t care if it’s written on paper, on a school wall, or on the inside of your lover’s heart.