They were not incomplete without each other, but together, they were greater than the sum of their parts. When she held him in her arms, he could soar, but he found, when she was gone, that he could walk just fine on his own.
The sum of all parts. This makes me think of Excel worksheets, which makes me depressed. =SUM(sadness divided by stress).
But this makes sense, such a dull word for Monday back to school day. I wish I was at a tiki bar.
I hated math last year. I had a teacher that would only teach life lessons. Pointless ones at that. She was awful at helping us when we needed her most. I absolutely couldn’t stand her class. I am so glad I’m out of there.
It is both her strength and weakness that she notices the tiniest details she keeps an eye on. Whether how many times he blinked over the last five minutes, or the sum total he tried to steal a glance on her breasts, it is both the reason she hasn’t dated any assholes as of yet and never dated anyone worth the shot at all.
Let’s add it all up. There’s a man that has jumped off the belltower shouting out about being wronged by the King on his farm. There was only silence from the priests after that. There was a cart full of freshly forged swords on its way to the coast, and our friend has uncovered a hidden letter telling us of the violence that has occurred many times in the villages out to our east. I’ve always thought that being born in the capital was the best of fortunes, but imagine if someone else was constantly paying the cost of our heaven?
The sum total of their encounter couldn’t be more than an hour at maximum, and yet she was irrevocably changed by the laughter in his eyes and the gentle nature of his words. They lulled her into something she couldn’t quite explain. It was like a waking coma. She felt conscious of her existence but numb to its effect on her working mind.
sum. the sum of everything we have when is whats left after we stop complaints about everything excluding from this complete extraordinary supposed sum. a sum may not be what it all seems. i know right what a crappy frickin analogy..though i can’t see my apology anywhere close to the distance
The sum of the money she had made during summer was enough to buy her the prettiest purse she had ever seen in her life, for now.
She had counted the money over and over again, smoothing each of them as she recounted them all over again with a giddy grin on her face. Her hands were clutching the money tightly as she daydreamed about how the red and white leather purse would look like when she paired it with a red dress and white shoes her grandmother had bought her a few weeks ago. Her hair would then be braided into a single french braid, and a smile would grace her lips and her small face.
Just thinking about how cute she looked like with the purse made her grin like a lunatic in her room, and she hurried immediately to buy the new purse at the mall. She had slipped on her red dress that flowed with the wind, braided her hair and put little dainty flowers as decorations, and worn the white shoes her grandmother had got her a few weeks ago.
As she arrived at the store, her jaw dropped to the floor when she found out that the purse was all sold out.
The sum total of all of these feelings is somehow less then the all of the parts. It feels like there should be some much greater whole then there is given the wide range of thoughts and feelings shooting off like sparks, erupting like geysers!
I am the sum of all the events that have taken place during the previous times in my life. All the emotion, whether positive or negative, make-up who I am now. What happened today contributes to who I am tomorrow.
Sum sums up my mathematical ability and education. All I can remember of Maths is sums.
Excel does not even let me exercise this on my own. The tool for Auto sum in Excel means that I don’t have to apply the least bit of effort in calculating anything using my own brain. Which in any case I no longer can. Vicious cycle this is, mind you.
The sum of the universe and everything in it can be summed up by the ultimate question: Doctor Who? or was it 42?
i added the sum of 35 numbers to ad to 5 and I truly have no idea how I did its my god. Jimmie must be so pissed that I don’t know how I did it. But man it could be all right! there isn’t a high chance of that, but I used my lucky pencil which could put me ahead.
my father teaches math. made the butt of every joke
laughingstock at every party; “babysitter,” “dumb and broke”
treated less than dirt, land you inherited for free
sailed seas with empty hands except for one that cradled me.
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don’t look at me while we’re in public holding hands. “You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella.” There’s too much soot in the air. I am turning to ash. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don’t look at me while we’re in public holding hands. “You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella.” There’s too much sut in the air. I am turning to ash. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Sum, how to sum up what is about to happen in the next month? Chaos, fear, dreams, love, goodbyes new begginings and hopefully the pursuit of dreams. and the jackpot of course.
The sum of my pain, the stabs, wounds, joys, loves, sunny days, cloudy mornings, lonely sunsets, praises, poverty, richness, smiles, frowns, have all led me to where I am right now. And I don’t regret any of it.
nothing added up. they’d been out all day together, shared laughs, coffee, fun conversation and tense touches and kisses. But now they sat in silence, all talk had fallen off the tracks and they couldn’t comfortably meet eyes any more.
the sum of all our parts is the matter of the heart mind and soul. without the total sum we are lacking in all areas of life. from the heart issues all manners of evil, from the mind issues all thoughts of restlessness and hatred, from the soul all goodness and kindness. without the filter of the soul we would be less than the sum of our parts.
“So if you add those two numbers, Uma, what’s the sum?” asked Mrs. Ranshaw, her nose looking especially long and pointy in the sparse light of the classroom.
The petite, red-haired Russian girl stared at her worksheet. To her, it was gibberish. She bliked, then looked up. “What is sum?”
“Total,” coaxed Mrs. Ranshaw, knowing full well of Uma’s difficulty with the subject. Some of the students snickered. “The total amount, Uma.”
They were not incomplete without each other, but together, they were greater than the sum of their parts. When she held him in her arms, he could soar, but he found, when she was gone, that he could walk just fine on his own.
The sum of all parts. This makes me think of Excel worksheets, which makes me depressed. =SUM(sadness divided by stress).
But this makes sense, such a dull word for Monday back to school day. I wish I was at a tiki bar.
Add every moment of your life together. What is the sum? Is the sum of good moments greater than the moments spent in worry?
I hated math last year. I had a teacher that would only teach life lessons. Pointless ones at that. She was awful at helping us when we needed her most. I absolutely couldn’t stand her class. I am so glad I’m out of there.
one plus one equals two. the sum of a number is the result of two numbers added together. HHOW COOL IS THAT? I mean that is real
Maggie
One plus one equals two. The sum is the result of adding numbers. Numbers are very weird and have very weird terminology.
The sum of one heart plus another heart is ether love or hate.
It is both her strength and weakness that she notices the tiniest details she keeps an eye on. Whether how many times he blinked over the last five minutes, or the sum total he tried to steal a glance on her breasts, it is both the reason she hasn’t dated any assholes as of yet and never dated anyone worth the shot at all.
Today I added a few numbers
Sum – it’s the measure of some amount of something. Usually we count money and add up all costs to the end sum.
Let’s add it all up. There’s a man that has jumped off the belltower shouting out about being wronged by the King on his farm. There was only silence from the priests after that. There was a cart full of freshly forged swords on its way to the coast, and our friend has uncovered a hidden letter telling us of the violence that has occurred many times in the villages out to our east. I’ve always thought that being born in the capital was the best of fortunes, but imagine if someone else was constantly paying the cost of our heaven?
The sum total of their encounter couldn’t be more than an hour at maximum, and yet she was irrevocably changed by the laughter in his eyes and the gentle nature of his words. They lulled her into something she couldn’t quite explain. It was like a waking coma. She felt conscious of her existence but numb to its effect on her working mind.
The trio was only as strong as the sum of it’s parts and right now, none of them were in top condition. There was nothing they could.
The sum of all parts is equal to its whole. However, the sum of all that I am is nothing without you.
The sum of all fears is what is bothering us but the sum of all disappointment is also a hinderance to joy.
sum. the sum of everything we have when is whats left after we stop complaints about everything excluding from this complete extraordinary supposed sum. a sum may not be what it all seems. i know right what a crappy frickin analogy..though i can’t see my apology anywhere close to the distance
The sum of the money she had made during summer was enough to buy her the prettiest purse she had ever seen in her life, for now.
She had counted the money over and over again, smoothing each of them as she recounted them all over again with a giddy grin on her face. Her hands were clutching the money tightly as she daydreamed about how the red and white leather purse would look like when she paired it with a red dress and white shoes her grandmother had bought her a few weeks ago. Her hair would then be braided into a single french braid, and a smile would grace her lips and her small face.
Just thinking about how cute she looked like with the purse made her grin like a lunatic in her room, and she hurried immediately to buy the new purse at the mall. She had slipped on her red dress that flowed with the wind, braided her hair and put little dainty flowers as decorations, and worn the white shoes her grandmother had got her a few weeks ago.
As she arrived at the store, her jaw dropped to the floor when she found out that the purse was all sold out.
The sum total of all of these feelings is somehow less then the all of the parts. It feels like there should be some much greater whole then there is given the wide range of thoughts and feelings shooting off like sparks, erupting like geysers!
I am the sum of all the events that have taken place during the previous times in my life. All the emotion, whether positive or negative, make-up who I am now. What happened today contributes to who I am tomorrow.
Sum sums up my mathematical ability and education. All I can remember of Maths is sums.
Excel does not even let me exercise this on my own. The tool for Auto sum in Excel means that I don’t have to apply the least bit of effort in calculating anything using my own brain. Which in any case I no longer can. Vicious cycle this is, mind you.
The sum of the universe and everything in it can be summed up by the ultimate question: Doctor Who? or was it 42?
Let’s sum it up: You lied to me, you betrayed me, you stole Money from my purse, you gave me bad names. It’s enough, piss off!
i added the sum of 35 numbers to ad to 5 and I truly have no idea how I did its my god. Jimmie must be so pissed that I don’t know how I did it. But man it could be all right! there isn’t a high chance of that, but I used my lucky pencil which could put me ahead.
my father teaches math. made the butt of every joke
laughingstock at every party; “babysitter,” “dumb and broke”
treated less than dirt, land you inherited for free
sailed seas with empty hands except for one that cradled me.
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don’t look at me while we’re in public holding hands. “You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella.” There’s too much soot in the air. I am turning to ash. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don’t look at me while we’re in public holding hands. “You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella.” There’s too much sut in the air. I am turning to ash. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Sum, how to sum up what is about to happen in the next month? Chaos, fear, dreams, love, goodbyes new begginings and hopefully the pursuit of dreams. and the jackpot of course.
it was a zero sum game. the rules were simple enough:
WHen I asked him if he was bringing his supplies, he said, “sum.”
My stomach dropped.
My skin went cold.
My mind went blank for that half second until everything gained a new, vivid light.
It felt like the sum of the universes problems had dropped down my throat.
But at the same time, it was like reality fizzled away until every detail was shaded in gray.
It was overwhelming.
It was familiar.
And it was not wanted at all.
The sum of my pain, the stabs, wounds, joys, loves, sunny days, cloudy mornings, lonely sunsets, praises, poverty, richness, smiles, frowns, have all led me to where I am right now. And I don’t regret any of it.
To sum it all up: I’m hurting and nothing will that except time and a bottle of vodka.
We gather
& live & cry
and try to
cry less &
live better until
it’s
over.
The sum of our
lives muddled down
to a pile
of laughs,
tears
and
babies
who will
carry on.
Sera looked at the problem and tried to reason it out in her head like she always did. But the answer just wouldn’t come.
“I don’t think that I can figure this out.”
“What?” Denzel sputtered. “But you’re a genius!”
nothing added up. they’d been out all day together, shared laughs, coffee, fun conversation and tense touches and kisses. But now they sat in silence, all talk had fallen off the tracks and they couldn’t comfortably meet eyes any more.
A whole. A fabrication made from different parts. This is the ideal state of humanity. Sigma, not separation.
the sum of all our parts is the matter of the heart mind and soul. without the total sum we are lacking in all areas of life. from the heart issues all manners of evil, from the mind issues all thoughts of restlessness and hatred, from the soul all goodness and kindness. without the filter of the soul we would be less than the sum of our parts.
Add , increase,
sum of shit
“So if you add those two numbers, Uma, what’s the sum?” asked Mrs. Ranshaw, her nose looking especially long and pointy in the sparse light of the classroom.
The petite, red-haired Russian girl stared at her worksheet. To her, it was gibberish. She bliked, then looked up. “What is sum?”
“Total,” coaxed Mrs. Ranshaw, knowing full well of Uma’s difficulty with the subject. Some of the students snickered. “The total amount, Uma.”