I am derived from the almighty God and two crazy folks from a small town in a big state with a large ego. I’ve never been too far from my beginnings, but my wings are sore from being collapsed into me and never being used.
I am derived from the almighty God and two crazy folks from a small town in a big state with a large ego. I’ve never been too far from my beginnings, but my wings are sore from being collapsed into me and never being used.
I found that the word I was looking for was derived from the Greeks. Why was it derived from the Greeks? I mean I’m trying to remember the word for a vegetable that is grown in Peru. Is it a pepper? I’m not sure. Now I’m wondering what the Greeks were doing in Peru.
The syringe glittered like a prism in the sunlight, strangely glossy and luminous, unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
“What’s that you got there,” a young scruffy man with a shaky voice inquired from where he sat, fingers tapping, on the side of a patient bed, as the doctor lifted the needle to squint at it in concentration.
“Very potent healing serum,” he replied matter-of-factly, pushing the plunger until the strange liquid dripped from the needle like dew, “very exclusive, very rare. We derive it from unicorn tears. So as you can imagine, it’s–”
“Oh please!” The patient scoffed, with a laugh that was half jeering, half hysteric. “You can tell me what it is, doc. I’m not a kid you’ve gotta make up stories for. I can handle the truth.” Yet he swallowed hard even as he said it.
“I just did,” the doctor responded with unusual gravity, and the man’s insides shook. “Better learn to handle it better, I might suggest, or it’s going to be much more difficult for you to adjust to your sudden transition.” He lifted the needle like a single horn. “I understand the shock, but keep this in mind… some worlds are more magical than others, and this is one of them.”
He smiled, showing a mouth full of teeth no human had any right to have.
“Now hold out your arm. This might tingle a little.”
The equations on the board began to blur, the solutions becoming more and more unclear as the hours ticked by. She rubbed her eyes vigorously and tried to focus. He had fallen asleep at the desk several hours ago. She thought about waking him and getting him to help her, but she just let him sleep.
Deriving is something I used to do when I did calculus. Haven’t used that once since college, probably because I decided mechanical engineering was not my calling. It’s just as well, writing much better suits me. That didn’t stop me from trying to fit into the “man’s land” of technology for twenty years, though. It paid.
We were all derived from the Universe. We are all part of the Universe and it is part of us. GO out there and do great things and BE. Because we are all human beings…not human doings.
We always forget the steps you take to derive the answer is what matters. Don’t just jump at the final answer. Close your eyes, breathe and calm down. Let logic and a little bit of instinct take over. You’re going to be okay.
Matt put down his coffee cup. “Man, you are in trouble, but this is still tame compared to what they could get up to! You need to be very careful from now on, these people are far from inept. They could try to get to you any of a million ways; killing you would be too much hard work, they could just plant some stolen goods on you, or you could find something in your kitchen that isn’t exactly flour.” “Doyle smiled. “They’ve tried that already!” he replied. “There’s a gun under the seat you’re sitting in. I presume it’s the one used to kill the Puppeteer. I found it this morning when I was trying to hide voice recorder under there.” Matt shifted in his seat and turned to face Doyle. “You may think there’s pleasure to be derived from playing with these guys, but let me assure you, this is no game to them!” “I’m not playing with them!” Doyle blurted out. “That’s why I called you! I don’t even know what to do with the bloody thing!”
Where did the word derived derive from. Where did the word word derive from. Where did the human language derive from. Where did we derive from. What is it to derive? Is it growing up? Is it finally figuring out who you are by taking elements of what you like and shoving them all together?
Stupidity is derived from 12 year olds that do not know how to have civil communications with other people and talk things out. People need to grow up. Rant over. Thank you oneword.
Like equations? Like conjuring? Can you derive a relationship between two people if you so engineer their proximity? Can beautiful things be abstract and scientific? Can you derive sense from the universe? Or does the universe derive you from material?
Blaise was dancing around the Common Room. He dragged Daphne to dance with him, but as she pulled her wand out — he had grabbed her left hand when she moved for her wand because Theo was left handed — he had quickly jumped away.
He fell onto a chair next to Theo. He peered over the younger’s shoulder. “What does derived mean?”
Theo stiffened and glared at him. “It means that you’re going to get hexed if you don’t get stop reading my shoulder.”
“That’s not what—” Blaise jumped off the chair.
“The word is derived from Latin,” Theodore scowled.
Blaise ignored him, leaning back further on his chair. “And what does it matter to me, my dear Theo?”
Theodore frowned at the nickname. He flicked his wand at Blaise’s chair, causing it to collapse underneath the elder boy. As Blaise landed on the floor, disgruntled, Theodore smirked.
Detective Hicks organised his charges to meet discreetly at the bicycle factory off Altmann Street at 9pm. His best guess, derived from months of tedious surveillance, was that Marsi and Hamad would return to the factory between then and midnight to restock. He waited inside the van whilst the others took up position at various points around the perimeter of the factory grounds. By 11 Hicks was getting nervous. There was no sign of the targets. But as he looked down to check his phone, hoping from a text from her, he heard the unmistakable sound of Marsi’s Commodore approaching. Men piled out of the car and hurried into the warehouse via the side door. There were four in total, and the big one, the nasty looking Maori with a tattooed face, was carrying a gun.
A man I know very well is amused I willingly walk into a place of worship given I’m an Atheist and the person I’m meeting is a Christian, not only that (!), but a Christian who knows this about me, and truly doesn’t care, which is liberating. What brings us together? Sister Rosetta Tharpe. All this music derived from our holiest of bluesiest rock and roll soul sisters, and yet how many truly know of her? It’s like the case of Henrietta Lacks, cells and property rights. To be the progenitor of any line where hardly anyone knows of you because you came from a bottom demographic that only exists because of institutional and/or cultural bias.
This is to say there are those who would benefit from the amazing properties of Lack’s cells, or the inherent talent of Tharpe, but never acknowledge them. Shouldn’t it make you wonder about those who never gave either woman credit and those who tirelessly pursue a mission to make sure each is recognized and history is depicted accurately? Which position would you support? The one that wasn’t racist or sexist? Because denying each woman her due is an unconscionable act. Each contributed to the human race.
In combination and in tandem, perhaps in a blender set to frappe, all these thoughts multiply exponentially.
The weight of one decision: to share or not to share, that is the question. So the answer is a conflict resolution, ergo it shall always be the consequence. What you choose to do, what you choose not to do…sometimes the things that trickle down erode the very core of people.
The spring aroma was derived from the cherry blossoms, their pungent display on the verge of browning and death, and he could not help but think of an old cliche, something er uther about beauty in death, but the words wouldn’t quite land on his tongue, though petals wept onto the ground around him.
He doesn’t understand where it came from, the root of the feeling dating back to a time before he could comprehend what this was. now, watching from the shadows, the ache was so familiar, it was his friend in the night.
The sense of actions upon one from another are sometimes led from places of genuine authenticity or they seem to be made up, a disjointed aspect of reality that is placed onto the situation or the individual, like a manner of projection. They are derived from the aspects of one self, the unintegrated aspects of the loved or hated parts of the self.
longing for a place to feel comfortable
if loved derived from my land
let me find peace of mind
in knowing that I sought after you
long after my abandonment
I’m sorry it ended up this way
derived of his precious elixir, he didn’t know what to do with himself for the rest of the sweltering afternoon. 98 degrees feels like a death sentence, for all of humanity for their crimes.
I was told once that almost every word I’ll ever know was derived from latin roots.
This always confused me because Latin is a dead language.
But if most words I’ll know come from latin…how did it die?
I am derived from the romance of two very specific individuals. Those, being my Father and Mother. To others perhaps a criminal and a rude stuck up bitch. But, to me she is Mother, and as far as him…he is him.
The music she heard derived from the way the girl in front of her moved. Every time this girl swayed to nothingness, melodies played in her head. She was sure the girl could hear nothing of the sort. But she could. Oh god. She could.
it was so derivative. derived. deprived. she could hardly survive. “An hour and a half left of this date,” she thought, “then I’m definitely getting out of here.” she could never end up, seriously, with a guy who had no real ideas he could think for himself.
from the apple the tree grows, strong and proud not knowing where it came from just knowing that it was there. Traits passed along the tree being unaware of what it meant.
we derived the smiles from the tears..
we derived the happiness from the sadness…
we derived the dance from the music…
we derived the sentence from the word and the word from the letter
we derived feeling from all our thinking…
we derived heart from the mind…
we derived succeed from what we really want
we derived our talking from the persons…
and we derived our lives from our death…
I wake every morning with a blow of grief to my heart remembering he is gone. All of my joy, my reason to live, was derived from him. Now, before me are meaningless hours, tedious days and pain, intolerable pain. The only thing for it is to return to sleep, back to the dream, back to those stolen moments when he held me in his arms and his beautiful face could be found at the end of my fingertips.
The commoners were meant to derive comfort from the queen’s words – that the war was over, and the spoils belonged to the people, and all would be well and normal again. But for many of us, it wasn’t that simple. Families nearby were still keening for their fallen sons and daughters. Food supplies were still meager, as the rationing laws had yet to be uplifted. And I myself had to witness Shawn O’Harley, my true love, bury her father in a shallow grave outside their house. He hadn’t died in the war, but he had still died from it.
We derived at the conclusion that we should not marry. She had 5 kids, I’m not ready for that. I still live at my mums house and I still cannot figure out correct portions when boiling pasta.
I am derived from the almighty God and two crazy folks from a small town in a big state with a large ego. I’ve never been too far from my beginnings, but my wings are sore from being collapsed into me and never being used.
I am derived from the almighty God and two crazy folks from a small town in a big state with a large ego. I’ve never been too far from my beginnings, but my wings are sore from being collapsed into me and never being used.
all I want is you
maybe I just need a thing or two
to be with you
but what is it that you really want
is it really me or just our memories that haunt
I found that the word I was looking for was derived from the Greeks. Why was it derived from the Greeks? I mean I’m trying to remember the word for a vegetable that is grown in Peru. Is it a pepper? I’m not sure. Now I’m wondering what the Greeks were doing in Peru.
one can assume
that anything is
possible
a universe derived from
stardust
and explosions
we too
are a mix
of comeliness
and confusion
The syringe glittered like a prism in the sunlight, strangely glossy and luminous, unlike anything he’d ever seen before.
“What’s that you got there,” a young scruffy man with a shaky voice inquired from where he sat, fingers tapping, on the side of a patient bed, as the doctor lifted the needle to squint at it in concentration.
“Very potent healing serum,” he replied matter-of-factly, pushing the plunger until the strange liquid dripped from the needle like dew, “very exclusive, very rare. We derive it from unicorn tears. So as you can imagine, it’s–”
“Oh please!” The patient scoffed, with a laugh that was half jeering, half hysteric. “You can tell me what it is, doc. I’m not a kid you’ve gotta make up stories for. I can handle the truth.” Yet he swallowed hard even as he said it.
“I just did,” the doctor responded with unusual gravity, and the man’s insides shook. “Better learn to handle it better, I might suggest, or it’s going to be much more difficult for you to adjust to your sudden transition.” He lifted the needle like a single horn. “I understand the shock, but keep this in mind… some worlds are more magical than others, and this is one of them.”
He smiled, showing a mouth full of teeth no human had any right to have.
“Now hold out your arm. This might tingle a little.”
The equations on the board began to blur, the solutions becoming more and more unclear as the hours ticked by. She rubbed her eyes vigorously and tried to focus. He had fallen asleep at the desk several hours ago. She thought about waking him and getting him to help her, but she just let him sleep.
Deriving is something I used to do when I did calculus. Haven’t used that once since college, probably because I decided mechanical engineering was not my calling. It’s just as well, writing much better suits me. That didn’t stop me from trying to fit into the “man’s land” of technology for twenty years, though. It paid.
We were all derived from the Universe. We are all part of the Universe and it is part of us. GO out there and do great things and BE. Because we are all human beings…not human doings.
I don’t know what this word means.
After weeks of testimony the jury had finally derived to a conclusion, she was guilty.
We always forget the steps you take to derive the answer is what matters. Don’t just jump at the final answer. Close your eyes, breathe and calm down. Let logic and a little bit of instinct take over. You’re going to be okay.
Matt put down his coffee cup. “Man, you are in trouble, but this is still tame compared to what they could get up to! You need to be very careful from now on, these people are far from inept. They could try to get to you any of a million ways; killing you would be too much hard work, they could just plant some stolen goods on you, or you could find something in your kitchen that isn’t exactly flour.” “Doyle smiled. “They’ve tried that already!” he replied. “There’s a gun under the seat you’re sitting in. I presume it’s the one used to kill the Puppeteer. I found it this morning when I was trying to hide voice recorder under there.” Matt shifted in his seat and turned to face Doyle. “You may think there’s pleasure to be derived from playing with these guys, but let me assure you, this is no game to them!” “I’m not playing with them!” Doyle blurted out. “That’s why I called you! I don’t even know what to do with the bloody thing!”
The cheese is derived from the milk.
Where did the word derived derive from. Where did the word word derive from. Where did the human language derive from. Where did we derive from. What is it to derive? Is it growing up? Is it finally figuring out who you are by taking elements of what you like and shoving them all together?
Stupidity is derived from 12 year olds that do not know how to have civil communications with other people and talk things out. People need to grow up. Rant over. Thank you oneword.
Like equations? Like conjuring? Can you derive a relationship between two people if you so engineer their proximity? Can beautiful things be abstract and scientific? Can you derive sense from the universe? Or does the universe derive you from material?
It is simply truth
Hope is derived from struggle
Knowing it will pass
Derived. Derived from where? where? Derived simply means there is an existence before ones self. What was before?
Blaise was dancing around the Common Room. He dragged Daphne to dance with him, but as she pulled her wand out — he had grabbed her left hand when she moved for her wand because Theo was left handed — he had quickly jumped away.
He fell onto a chair next to Theo. He peered over the younger’s shoulder. “What does derived mean?”
Theo stiffened and glared at him. “It means that you’re going to get hexed if you don’t get stop reading my shoulder.”
“That’s not what—” Blaise jumped off the chair.
“The word is derived from Latin,” Theodore scowled.
Blaise ignored him, leaning back further on his chair. “And what does it matter to me, my dear Theo?”
Theodore frowned at the nickname. He flicked his wand at Blaise’s chair, causing it to collapse underneath the elder boy. As Blaise landed on the floor, disgruntled, Theodore smirked.
Detective Hicks organised his charges to meet discreetly at the bicycle factory off Altmann Street at 9pm. His best guess, derived from months of tedious surveillance, was that Marsi and Hamad would return to the factory between then and midnight to restock. He waited inside the van whilst the others took up position at various points around the perimeter of the factory grounds. By 11 Hicks was getting nervous. There was no sign of the targets. But as he looked down to check his phone, hoping from a text from her, he heard the unmistakable sound of Marsi’s Commodore approaching. Men piled out of the car and hurried into the warehouse via the side door. There were four in total, and the big one, the nasty looking Maori with a tattooed face, was carrying a gun.
A man I know very well is amused I willingly walk into a place of worship given I’m an Atheist and the person I’m meeting is a Christian, not only that (!), but a Christian who knows this about me, and truly doesn’t care, which is liberating. What brings us together? Sister Rosetta Tharpe. All this music derived from our holiest of bluesiest rock and roll soul sisters, and yet how many truly know of her? It’s like the case of Henrietta Lacks, cells and property rights. To be the progenitor of any line where hardly anyone knows of you because you came from a bottom demographic that only exists because of institutional and/or cultural bias.
This is to say there are those who would benefit from the amazing properties of Lack’s cells, or the inherent talent of Tharpe, but never acknowledge them. Shouldn’t it make you wonder about those who never gave either woman credit and those who tirelessly pursue a mission to make sure each is recognized and history is depicted accurately? Which position would you support? The one that wasn’t racist or sexist? Because denying each woman her due is an unconscionable act. Each contributed to the human race.
In combination and in tandem, perhaps in a blender set to frappe, all these thoughts multiply exponentially.
The weight of one decision: to share or not to share, that is the question. So the answer is a conflict resolution, ergo it shall always be the consequence. What you choose to do, what you choose not to do…sometimes the things that trickle down erode the very core of people.
The spring aroma was derived from the cherry blossoms, their pungent display on the verge of browning and death, and he could not help but think of an old cliche, something er uther about beauty in death, but the words wouldn’t quite land on his tongue, though petals wept onto the ground around him.
He doesn’t understand where it came from, the root of the feeling dating back to a time before he could comprehend what this was. now, watching from the shadows, the ache was so familiar, it was his friend in the night.
The sense of actions upon one from another are sometimes led from places of genuine authenticity or they seem to be made up, a disjointed aspect of reality that is placed onto the situation or the individual, like a manner of projection. They are derived from the aspects of one self, the unintegrated aspects of the loved or hated parts of the self.
Derived. What does the word derived derive from? That’s a good damn question.
longing for a place to feel comfortable
if loved derived from my land
let me find peace of mind
in knowing that I sought after you
long after my abandonment
I’m sorry it ended up this way
derived of his precious elixir, he didn’t know what to do with himself for the rest of the sweltering afternoon. 98 degrees feels like a death sentence, for all of humanity for their crimes.
I was told once that almost every word I’ll ever know was derived from latin roots.
This always confused me because Latin is a dead language.
But if most words I’ll know come from latin…how did it die?
I am derived from the romance of two very specific individuals. Those, being my Father and Mother. To others perhaps a criminal and a rude stuck up bitch. But, to me she is Mother, and as far as him…he is him.
The music she heard derived from the way the girl in front of her moved. Every time this girl swayed to nothingness, melodies played in her head. She was sure the girl could hear nothing of the sort. But she could. Oh god. She could.
He looked at her and decided to derive from what she was saying. He didn’t want to fight with her again. It
it was so derivative. derived. deprived. she could hardly survive. “An hour and a half left of this date,” she thought, “then I’m definitely getting out of here.” she could never end up, seriously, with a guy who had no real ideas he could think for himself.
from the apple the tree grows, strong and proud not knowing where it came from just knowing that it was there. Traits passed along the tree being unaware of what it meant.
we derived the smiles from the tears..
we derived the happiness from the sadness…
we derived the dance from the music…
we derived the sentence from the word and the word from the letter
we derived feeling from all our thinking…
we derived heart from the mind…
we derived succeed from what we really want
we derived our talking from the persons…
and we derived our lives from our death…
Staring out of awe out what Elodie presented me, I just sat there. She just smiled at me, as if this was
I wake every morning with a blow of grief to my heart remembering he is gone. All of my joy, my reason to live, was derived from him. Now, before me are meaningless hours, tedious days and pain, intolerable pain. The only thing for it is to return to sleep, back to the dream, back to those stolen moments when he held me in his arms and his beautiful face could be found at the end of my fingertips.
The commoners were meant to derive comfort from the queen’s words – that the war was over, and the spoils belonged to the people, and all would be well and normal again. But for many of us, it wasn’t that simple. Families nearby were still keening for their fallen sons and daughters. Food supplies were still meager, as the rationing laws had yet to be uplifted. And I myself had to witness Shawn O’Harley, my true love, bury her father in a shallow grave outside their house. He hadn’t died in the war, but he had still died from it.
We derived at the conclusion that we should not marry. She had 5 kids, I’m not ready for that. I still live at my mums house and I still cannot figure out correct portions when boiling pasta.