This is the problem, the words are stuck, stuck somewhere, but where, exactly, is not known at present, this is the problem, how to track down the disconnect, or the clog, to blast through, to restore the flow, of words, that are stuck, stuck somewhere, this is the problem…
Nada
When I think about this word, I think about my kids. Every time I enter a room and see a huge mess, I immediately want to start fussing at them. However, when I see my husband do this, I always think, “You should ask some questions first and figure out who did this (in other words, you need proof).
Carey
We are all living proof that if you know that Life is good and can be better and can be awesome if you just work at it because life can happen to you or you can make it happen for yourself…
There was no proof that he left the window open on purpose. So everybody was outside now wondering how he could of escaped through the chemney. Could of been Santa Clause or another creature of the night.
Stef
I don’t know what I have to say about proof. maybe something about religion or whatever. but i guess it’s paradoxical that you have to prove if your whatever proofs are true. shucks i suck at writing
Ina
It’s a sad thing when your own identity is like a stranger to you
It’s puzzling when your own existence puzzles you more than your mother
It’s strange that I need proof of my own existence in order to be able to function like everyone else
Proof. That was all that mattered anymore. Not real, human emotions. Just statistical facts that are sent through file reports and emails. Nothing really matters anymore, or even exists, really. The truth is out there, and proof is the only thing that’ll get us there
give me a reason to love you
give me a reason to forgive
give me evidence that you are deserving
give me something other than half lies and half truths
jaireveria
What proof can be found when the accusations, the insecurities are all concocted in your mind, the product of insanity and instability? I’ll never know whether you really cared, or if I was just a charity case. I’ll never be sure that all the nice things you did was because you were my friend.
Never underestimate the uneducated, illiterate or ignorant people. They are the lessons that you need to know. They might not know many things but they are the knowledge themselves. They are not teachers but you will learn from them effectively. They are the actual test that you can take without reviews, discussions or any preparations in order to pass. Remember: knowledge can be measured of how u deeply understand the unexplained lesson in unprepared situation.
the proof is in the pudding! dont spit out random facts without the proof to back it up. also do not verbally attack people because of rumors you heard about them without any proof? dont be an indecent human being. how hard is it to be kind to others? no that hard. just respect them.
Show me what it is that you have. I want to feel it. you talk about all of that. listen, i want you to do what you need to do so that i know you are the reall fucking deal. no more thinking. no more convincing . step on the mat and go. im done. until i start. I am fucking done until I start.
She saw the proof of it on her hands — the dirt and grit under her nails. It was a tell of what she had done that night — a tale she could never tell anyone. She hurried to the sink to wash her hands, removing the last of the evidence. She thought back — yes, everything had gone as planned. No evidence was left behind.
There was no proof that the child was his. The eyes were a different shape than his and didn’t match Lexi. This couldn’t be right. There is no emotional connection here tying me to this child. This is wrong. Am I in a dream? Is this a sick joke? I need to get out of here. Get a scotch or something and smoke a helluva lot of cigarettes.
Kali Allen
prroooof
Why do we feel as if we always need to prove ourselves to some people?
I have no proof whatsoever. I want to believe her, and i want to believe him.. but how could i? i feel so hurt. Theyre my friends, but everybody keeps telling me things that id rather not know. How do i tell them to stop? or am i lying to myself?
Proof.
It surrounded the whole room. The pictures, the words written sloppily on the board perched in the middle of the room. It all resembled, proof. She was scared out of her mind. She couldn’t believe the man she loved was like this.
Zakeya
Elliot had no time for the lofty world of emotion. He was the type of man who made his way through life on an even keel. He preferred the predicability of facts and figures which were the only things he counted as proof of his existence.
Proof that life is real as we know it is not possible to obtain. Look around you and you still see stuff and people but what proof is there that is real versus your projection of the world you made.
Pashke
Proof of what? That what you showed me for the past 4 months was real? I believed that it was. That you were. But now what? Who is this man? In twenty four hours. Where did you go?
Don’t just say what you think. Prove it. Give cold, hard facts, evidence, numbers, charts, graphs. Anecdotal notes and stories that support your argument or whatever you’re trying to convey or convince people of. Prove it.
Angela
Give data and hard facts and evidence to support your argument or whatever you’re trying to convince people of. Don’t just say it. Prove it. Give examples, real life anecdotes, numbers, percentages, lists, tables, charts, graphs.
Angela
I don’t need more proof that he did it. I know he did. I have proof. Nothing that would hold up under scrutiny, but it’s enough for me. Is that wrong? Should I have some doubt? Should I assume his innocence until proven otherwise, beyond the shadow of a doubt?
He hated proof. Everything about it stunted anything he wanted to dream. He liked only one sort of thing: the sort that could neither be proved nor denied, and that no one could ever seem to stop talking about.
Mo
Proof is in the pudding they say,… But she wanted to see for herself how he felt for her, so she was waiting for him to show her the old fashioned way, with his love.
Sometimes people need proof in order to believe what you say. Or maybe even you might need to proof to yourself as well. It’s not always an easy doing, but trying should be enough.
The cold hearted ghost circled around the room with its read glowing eyes hypnotising me.
Answer me and I will let you go.
I have and I have told the truth I scream
The ghost is now towering over me,
He looks me in the eyes and bellows “GIVE ME PROOF”
Jesse
Poof is when you have something or want something but some one doesn’t believe you so you have to have proof with you, like a passport is proof that you are who you are or you can not come into the country in case you are a bad person.
Jesse
It stares at her from every corner: reproachful coats and shoes and scarves. All these trappings of a typical civilian life hiding all the darker parts of herself away from the general populace. But Elizabeth can see it: see all the evidence clinging to her like brand new Velcro, proving she is not what she pretends to be, and no amount of “normal” she applies will change it.
And for some reason which still alludes her, this bothers her far more than it should be allowed.
She couldn’t think as her breath, ragged, pushed in and out. The man across the table furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her without an expression. She knew that he didn’t have any proof. No one would ever know what she did, and no one ever would. No one would ever know about the child that she left behind.
Kristin Carlson
Proof. Proof of life. Proof of existence. What is it that proves to us that we are not just living a mundane life and truly living life to the fullest. Is it the cars we drive, the house we live in, the people we help. Prove it
‘Of f***ing course he knew,’ was all that went through my mind as he slammed the file on my desk.
“Right here’s enough evidence for the warrant. As soon as we get it, we’ll find the sick twisted b*st*rd that did this.” As the chief spat these words out, practically hissing (he always did remind me of a snake- ready to strike at any moment), a bit of his chewing tobacco flew from his mouth and plopped onto the file.
As he paced back and forth, I couldn’t help but stare at the black tar. I always seemed so passive and weak at the station. Once they find out I was responsible for the murders of the people in these files… Would they even believe it?
‘Of fucking course he knew,’ was all that went through my mind as he slammed the file on my desk.
“Right here’s enough evidence for the warrant. As soon as we get it, we’ll find the sick twisted bastard that did this.” As the chief spat these words out, practically hissing (he always did remind me of a snake- ready to strike at any moment), a bit of his chewing tobacco flew from his mouth and plopped onto the file.
As he paced back and forth, I couldn’t help but stare at the black tar. I always seemed so passive and weak at the station. Once they find out I was responsible for the murders of the people in these files… Would they even believe it?
You want proof? Proof that I’m a good person? Proof that I was never unfaithful to you? Go f*** yourself. Really? I figured my own words would have more value than your BFF’s, or your mother’s, or your sister’s or brother’s. Yet apparently, it’s my words against everyone else’s. Because they know everything there is to our relationship, huh? Unbelievable. F***ing unbelievable.
Anna didn’t need proof to know that Elsa loved her.
Or rather, she didn’t need any //tangible proof.
Despite the door between them – that white- and purple-paint patterned woodwork – Anna knew that Elsa loved her.
If she didn’t… it wouldn’t be there at all.
This is the problem, the words are stuck, stuck somewhere, but where, exactly, is not known at present, this is the problem, how to track down the disconnect, or the clog, to blast through, to restore the flow, of words, that are stuck, stuck somewhere, this is the problem…
When I think about this word, I think about my kids. Every time I enter a room and see a huge mess, I immediately want to start fussing at them. However, when I see my husband do this, I always think, “You should ask some questions first and figure out who did this (in other words, you need proof).
We are all living proof that if you know that Life is good and can be better and can be awesome if you just work at it because life can happen to you or you can make it happen for yourself…
There was no proof that he left the window open on purpose. So everybody was outside now wondering how he could of escaped through the chemney. Could of been Santa Clause or another creature of the night.
I don’t know what I have to say about proof. maybe something about religion or whatever. but i guess it’s paradoxical that you have to prove if your whatever proofs are true. shucks i suck at writing
It’s a sad thing when your own identity is like a stranger to you
It’s puzzling when your own existence puzzles you more than your mother
It’s strange that I need proof of my own existence in order to be able to function like everyone else
Proof. That was all that mattered anymore. Not real, human emotions. Just statistical facts that are sent through file reports and emails. Nothing really matters anymore, or even exists, really. The truth is out there, and proof is the only thing that’ll get us there
give me a reason to love you
give me a reason to forgive
give me evidence that you are deserving
give me something other than half lies and half truths
What proof can be found when the accusations, the insecurities are all concocted in your mind, the product of insanity and instability? I’ll never know whether you really cared, or if I was just a charity case. I’ll never be sure that all the nice things you did was because you were my friend.
Never underestimate the uneducated, illiterate or ignorant people. They are the lessons that you need to know. They might not know many things but they are the knowledge themselves. They are not teachers but you will learn from them effectively. They are the actual test that you can take without reviews, discussions or any preparations in order to pass. Remember: knowledge can be measured of how u deeply understand the unexplained lesson in unprepared situation.
That is a real proof of your personality.
Many things to say, only few are proof. Just a white lie to tell to make you believe that all the things that he said is a proof of his greatness.
I am asleep.
I feel like I’m floating– that’s a casual side effect of my dreams. There’s not much else to them. I’ve never known why.
But today, I’m floating, and there’s something in front of me, and I don’t know how to prove to anybody else that it’s what I think it is
the proof is in the pudding! dont spit out random facts without the proof to back it up. also do not verbally attack people because of rumors you heard about them without any proof? dont be an indecent human being. how hard is it to be kind to others? no that hard. just respect them.
A proof of God’s wonder is available around us. The air, mountains, rivers and sea are just few proofs.
Show me what it is that you have. I want to feel it. you talk about all of that. listen, i want you to do what you need to do so that i know you are the reall fucking deal. no more thinking. no more convincing . step on the mat and go. im done. until i start. I am fucking done until I start.
She saw the proof of it on her hands — the dirt and grit under her nails. It was a tell of what she had done that night — a tale she could never tell anyone. She hurried to the sink to wash her hands, removing the last of the evidence. She thought back — yes, everything had gone as planned. No evidence was left behind.
There was no proof that the child was his. The eyes were a different shape than his and didn’t match Lexi. This couldn’t be right. There is no emotional connection here tying me to this child. This is wrong. Am I in a dream? Is this a sick joke? I need to get out of here. Get a scotch or something and smoke a helluva lot of cigarettes.
prroooof
Why do we feel as if we always need to prove ourselves to some people?
I have no proof whatsoever. I want to believe her, and i want to believe him.. but how could i? i feel so hurt. Theyre my friends, but everybody keeps telling me things that id rather not know. How do i tell them to stop? or am i lying to myself?
Proof.
It surrounded the whole room. The pictures, the words written sloppily on the board perched in the middle of the room. It all resembled, proof. She was scared out of her mind. She couldn’t believe the man she loved was like this.
Elliot had no time for the lofty world of emotion. He was the type of man who made his way through life on an even keel. He preferred the predicability of facts and figures which were the only things he counted as proof of his existence.
Proof that life is real as we know it is not possible to obtain. Look around you and you still see stuff and people but what proof is there that is real versus your projection of the world you made.
Proof of what? That what you showed me for the past 4 months was real? I believed that it was. That you were. But now what? Who is this man? In twenty four hours. Where did you go?
You are the proof in my soul. Why are touch screens still so lame?
Don’t just say what you think. Prove it. Give cold, hard facts, evidence, numbers, charts, graphs. Anecdotal notes and stories that support your argument or whatever you’re trying to convey or convince people of. Prove it.
Give data and hard facts and evidence to support your argument or whatever you’re trying to convince people of. Don’t just say it. Prove it. Give examples, real life anecdotes, numbers, percentages, lists, tables, charts, graphs.
I don’t need more proof that he did it. I know he did. I have proof. Nothing that would hold up under scrutiny, but it’s enough for me. Is that wrong? Should I have some doubt? Should I assume his innocence until proven otherwise, beyond the shadow of a doubt?
He hated proof. Everything about it stunted anything he wanted to dream. He liked only one sort of thing: the sort that could neither be proved nor denied, and that no one could ever seem to stop talking about.
Proof is in the pudding they say,… But she wanted to see for herself how he felt for her, so she was waiting for him to show her the old fashioned way, with his love.
Sometimes people need proof in order to believe what you say. Or maybe even you might need to proof to yourself as well. It’s not always an easy doing, but trying should be enough.
In my dreams you keep yourself hidden. I have seen you in the blue of that sky, in the crumbs of gravel painting the streets.
But do you see me there? Or am I the convenient fool, caught between your desires and their desire to hold you back?
How can I live like this, bound by tendrils of your disdain?
The cold hearted ghost circled around the room with its read glowing eyes hypnotising me.
Answer me and I will let you go.
I have and I have told the truth I scream
The ghost is now towering over me,
He looks me in the eyes and bellows “GIVE ME PROOF”
Poof is when you have something or want something but some one doesn’t believe you so you have to have proof with you, like a passport is proof that you are who you are or you can not come into the country in case you are a bad person.
It stares at her from every corner: reproachful coats and shoes and scarves. All these trappings of a typical civilian life hiding all the darker parts of herself away from the general populace. But Elizabeth can see it: see all the evidence clinging to her like brand new Velcro, proving she is not what she pretends to be, and no amount of “normal” she applies will change it.
And for some reason which still alludes her, this bothers her far more than it should be allowed.
She couldn’t think as her breath, ragged, pushed in and out. The man across the table furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her without an expression. She knew that he didn’t have any proof. No one would ever know what she did, and no one ever would. No one would ever know about the child that she left behind.
Proof. Proof of life. Proof of existence. What is it that proves to us that we are not just living a mundane life and truly living life to the fullest. Is it the cars we drive, the house we live in, the people we help. Prove it
‘Of f***ing course he knew,’ was all that went through my mind as he slammed the file on my desk.
“Right here’s enough evidence for the warrant. As soon as we get it, we’ll find the sick twisted b*st*rd that did this.” As the chief spat these words out, practically hissing (he always did remind me of a snake- ready to strike at any moment), a bit of his chewing tobacco flew from his mouth and plopped onto the file.
As he paced back and forth, I couldn’t help but stare at the black tar. I always seemed so passive and weak at the station. Once they find out I was responsible for the murders of the people in these files… Would they even believe it?
‘Of fucking course he knew,’ was all that went through my mind as he slammed the file on my desk.
“Right here’s enough evidence for the warrant. As soon as we get it, we’ll find the sick twisted bastard that did this.” As the chief spat these words out, practically hissing (he always did remind me of a snake- ready to strike at any moment), a bit of his chewing tobacco flew from his mouth and plopped onto the file.
As he paced back and forth, I couldn’t help but stare at the black tar. I always seemed so passive and weak at the station. Once they find out I was responsible for the murders of the people in these files… Would they even believe it?
You want proof? Proof that I’m a good person? Proof that I was never unfaithful to you? Go f*** yourself. Really? I figured my own words would have more value than your BFF’s, or your mother’s, or your sister’s or brother’s. Yet apparently, it’s my words against everyone else’s. Because they know everything there is to our relationship, huh? Unbelievable. F***ing unbelievable.