The soldier at the gate made me prove that I was in the navy before they let me into the military base. I used to be a captain.
Caden
the woman proved the man that women can be just as good as the men
Gods Girl
My id card proved I used to be in the military. And I got a discount for being a former soldier.
Caden
“Strip, ” he said with a unimpressed glare. She swallowed, and his eyes tracked the movement. “I don’t have all day,” he huffed. “I’m not wearing a wire,” she insisted loudly so the stake out team could hear that she was in danger. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Well then, you should have no problem stripping. What? Don’t tell me, you’re a good church going type of gal?” She bit her lip in an imitation of naivete. “Well yeah actually I am.”
The metallic taste exploded at the back of his mouth, the quick flashes of light made him even more lightheaded than he already felt. He hit the floor with a thud; the ground beneath him was hard and cold. His eyelids drew close, bone-tired would be an understand — but the moment he does this, an image of a girl conjures inside his mind. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips and her heart-shaped face. He remembers how they said he let her down. He mouthed her name unconsciously, an apology following. But slowly, both his hands clench into a fist, laying flat on the floor as he steadily raises his weight, succeeding in sitting up on his knees. He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t a pawn anymore. He’ll find her again. He’ll prove them wrong.
She had not been there on the night he was murdered. Not actually there, not in his immediate presence. She saw it all though. Saw someone step out from behind a car, rush up to the man and stab him over and over. So when the police came around, knocking on the doors in the middle of the night, she stayed in her bed, the covers pulled up around her chin, her eyes wide open staring into the dark room. What if they knocked on her door? What if they asked her what she had seen? All of it. But she had not actually been there, standing there right next to it. Only seen it through the window, the dirty window, of the apartment. And she couldn’t say if the person who had lifted that knife and brought it down into the man over and over was another man or a woman. She sort of guessed it was a man by how big he was. But she was almost 6 feet tall herself, so it could’ve been a woman. It could’ve been her, she thought. She could’ve had another one of her blackouts. How was she to know? And what if it was her, would they be able to prove it was her. Everything is in the proving of something, isn’t it? It was all so confusing. The blood in her bathtub and on her clothes. All so confusing.
nyla
Prove ye this day whom you will serve. Who do I take delight in? Follow? Give my time, energy and talents to? Who do I serve? What does it mean to prove it? Show? Demonstrate? Reflect like a mirror?
rachelgi
an*
Caeli Wells
Maybe their right. Maybe I can’t do it. It’s impossible. I’m just a girl. Overweight, ugly, weird. I will never amount to anything. Maybe I should just go crawl in a hole and die. But you know what, I’m stronger than them. I get told these things, yet I keep going. I keep going, so I can prove them all wrong. I’m running and impossible race that gets longer with each trial. But I will reach the finish line, no matter what it takes.
Caeli Wells
The part I dislike about changing jobs is having to prove myself over again. You get to a point where you get really tired of having to start from scratch. You want your legacy to stay with you but it’s hard to have a legacy if you keep moving from one place to another because you can’t stand the corporate legacy. It’s a catch-22. Especially when as you get older, you don’t care about impressing anyone.
I’m telling you young lad, prove to me that you are worthy of my daughter. Prove you are going to treat her right and take good care of her in her dying hours. Tell me son will you be by her when she takes her last breath. Prove to me son. Only then will I grant thy permission to have my daughters hand in marriage. Prove your worth.
I can prove my worth in everything I do. In what and how I say something to how often I manage not to lie; in subtle and not so subtle ways. How about you?
An education professor in college was worried about me. He said I seemed quiet. Timid. Shy. Squeaky. Like a mouse. He told me to practice using my “teacher voice” in the car. He told me to yell and scream and carry on as loudly as I possibly could.
I love Dr. Ciscell (retired now), but he had me wrong. My voice is loud.
His other inkling, though–well, he had it right.
I’ve spent every year of this career proving myself.
And it makes me want to scream, yell, carry on.
Carry on, I will. I do.
Carry on.
I have nothing to prove to anyone. I don’t need to prove that I’m honest. I don’t need to prove that my heart is pure. If you, even for a second, feel the need to question my loyalty or friendship, feel free to show yourself to the door.
The order of operations required proofs. But then I thought, “Really, what have I left to prove?” And that is when I started doing as I like, you know, within the parameters of reason. So I went back to square one and redesigned the schematic. I have to find them. A perfect set of arrangements, a blueprint of style.
“Prove it.”
“Okay.”
“Prove it without *touching* me.”
“Oh, well now you’ve taken all the fun out of it.”
“This conversation is over.”
“Come on.”
“Let go of me.”
“Okay, okay, okay, fine. I’m sorry.”
“…What?”
Just one theory disproving another, out-dated theory, that’s all it ever is. It’s progress, and it’s good, but it’s the infinite elimination until all that’s left will be that which was always unprovable.
Maybe we should have acknowledged from the start that it can be true without being proved. Take faith.
“Prove your love” is a famous song by Taylor Dayne.
Sometimes a little gift to prove your affection for someone – that is great!
Bluered
I did not have to prove anything to my boss about my ability to get the job done. I have enough confidence and the will to succeed in any area of work that I am place in.
prove i have done prove! I have nothing left to prove though I think i need to fire up email and have a go at seeing if it is nice and smooth after getting rid of the thing that was stopping me from getting this wretched thing going
what have I to prove young man what have i to prove. nothig to prove little friend except that i can at the grand age of 47 start to live exactly as i like as many others try to do via the medium of paddles.i will
tracywb
To demonstrate that something is true; to give proof for.
To turn out; to display.
To turn out to be.
Me.
Toady
I leave it up to you now. Universe, oh powerful deity, come prove to me that this life I lead means something. Something! Anything, I beg you. Because as of now I am pretty sure I have nothing. Please, I need a sign that this storm shall pass and that a saving grace will fall on me. She better show your worthiness fate, she better prove to me that this world is exactly what I have always thought of it: meant to be.
He had to prove himself to his parents somehow. His earlier attempts at independence included staying out late, drinking, doing drugs and these things proved the wrong kind of success. Then he got a job, got married and had children and his parents were still not improved. It was only when he had to bail his oldest son out of jail, that his parents finally said, “Now you know what we had to go through.”
I will prove to my family that I am not a failure. That I can live and breathe and laugh and find my way. I am stronger than most think. I can find things that make me happy. I just need to prove everyone wrong. I can do this.
“You love me? You really feel something for me? Then prove it.” Before Alexander can speak, John’s lips are crashing against his and his hands are tangled in his dark hair and they’re falling onto bed, all tangled limbs and heavy breathing and wide eyes.
Annie
Haikai Time!
A ny can make vows,
B uy rings, have ceremonies
C an you yet PROVE love.
Haikai-Mann
She wanted to prove herself. She wasn’t the same little girl that got pushed around any more. She was grown ass woman who spent years fighting her inner demons and fighting against everyone’s negative words.
Nivetha
It wasn’t something she ever sought after consciously. It was just an impulse, really. Her mother’s words spilling over her head like a waterfall. She was drenched in the criticism her whole life and she never even realized she was wet. It wasn’t like she had something to prove, she said. But she did.
Sam
Prove means to give backing that something you believe in is indeed true. In life, society makes you feel like you have to prove to everyone around you and even people you don’t even know that you are worth something, that you are worth that job interview, that you are worth being treated right, etc.
worthy
give
time
show
compassion
self worth
honesty
leadership
fellowship
show yourself
guidance
patience
forgiveness
happiness
moving forward
be yourself
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, douchenozzle!” Elijah spat, slamming down his half-empty pint of cheap beer and scowling at Will. “I don’t have to tell you ANYTHING to show you how much of a man I am!”
I wanted to say something – DO something – before it got worse. But my husband held me back. I felt his hand on my shoulder, but the tension in my body did not fade.
Belinda Roddie
Jami wanted to tell Alex that he was correct. In simpler words: prove to him that a tomato is a fruit, not a vegetable. So he took it upon himself and did his research. The next day, Alex hung his head down in shame.
Giello C.
“You ate the last enchilada!”
“Who, me?”
“Yeah, you!”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
…I could not.
B.E.
To your self,
swoon with belief,
what you want to prove to yourself
what you’d like to attain
is only in the hands of gain!
never barrens fleece bishops’ tightly laced saddles;
the joy stick wired to your brain and connected to your desires
is a video game that only you can invent and end!
As humans, we have the expectation to “prove” ourselves. To prove ourselves worthy of life. Grow up, go to school, get a degree, get a job, a partner, children, grandchildren, Prove.
The soldier at the gate made me prove that I was in the navy before they let me into the military base. I used to be a captain.
the woman proved the man that women can be just as good as the men
My id card proved I used to be in the military. And I got a discount for being a former soldier.
“Strip, ” he said with a unimpressed glare. She swallowed, and his eyes tracked the movement. “I don’t have all day,” he huffed. “I’m not wearing a wire,” she insisted loudly so the stake out team could hear that she was in danger. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Well then, you should have no problem stripping. What? Don’t tell me, you’re a good church going type of gal?” She bit her lip in an imitation of naivete. “Well yeah actually I am.”
The metallic taste exploded at the back of his mouth, the quick flashes of light made him even more lightheaded than he already felt. He hit the floor with a thud; the ground beneath him was hard and cold. His eyelids drew close, bone-tired would be an understand — but the moment he does this, an image of a girl conjures inside his mind. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, full lips and her heart-shaped face. He remembers how they said he let her down. He mouthed her name unconsciously, an apology following. But slowly, both his hands clench into a fist, laying flat on the floor as he steadily raises his weight, succeeding in sitting up on his knees. He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t a pawn anymore. He’ll find her again. He’ll prove them wrong.
She had not been there on the night he was murdered. Not actually there, not in his immediate presence. She saw it all though. Saw someone step out from behind a car, rush up to the man and stab him over and over. So when the police came around, knocking on the doors in the middle of the night, she stayed in her bed, the covers pulled up around her chin, her eyes wide open staring into the dark room. What if they knocked on her door? What if they asked her what she had seen? All of it. But she had not actually been there, standing there right next to it. Only seen it through the window, the dirty window, of the apartment. And she couldn’t say if the person who had lifted that knife and brought it down into the man over and over was another man or a woman. She sort of guessed it was a man by how big he was. But she was almost 6 feet tall herself, so it could’ve been a woman. It could’ve been her, she thought. She could’ve had another one of her blackouts. How was she to know? And what if it was her, would they be able to prove it was her. Everything is in the proving of something, isn’t it? It was all so confusing. The blood in her bathtub and on her clothes. All so confusing.
Prove ye this day whom you will serve. Who do I take delight in? Follow? Give my time, energy and talents to? Who do I serve? What does it mean to prove it? Show? Demonstrate? Reflect like a mirror?
an*
Maybe their right. Maybe I can’t do it. It’s impossible. I’m just a girl. Overweight, ugly, weird. I will never amount to anything. Maybe I should just go crawl in a hole and die. But you know what, I’m stronger than them. I get told these things, yet I keep going. I keep going, so I can prove them all wrong. I’m running and impossible race that gets longer with each trial. But I will reach the finish line, no matter what it takes.
The part I dislike about changing jobs is having to prove myself over again. You get to a point where you get really tired of having to start from scratch. You want your legacy to stay with you but it’s hard to have a legacy if you keep moving from one place to another because you can’t stand the corporate legacy. It’s a catch-22. Especially when as you get older, you don’t care about impressing anyone.
I’m telling you young lad, prove to me that you are worthy of my daughter. Prove you are going to treat her right and take good care of her in her dying hours. Tell me son will you be by her when she takes her last breath. Prove to me son. Only then will I grant thy permission to have my daughters hand in marriage. Prove your worth.
why do I hate this website so much.
I can prove my worth in everything I do. In what and how I say something to how often I manage not to lie; in subtle and not so subtle ways. How about you?
An education professor in college was worried about me. He said I seemed quiet. Timid. Shy. Squeaky. Like a mouse. He told me to practice using my “teacher voice” in the car. He told me to yell and scream and carry on as loudly as I possibly could.
I love Dr. Ciscell (retired now), but he had me wrong. My voice is loud.
His other inkling, though–well, he had it right.
I’ve spent every year of this career proving myself.
And it makes me want to scream, yell, carry on.
Carry on, I will. I do.
Carry on.
I have nothing to prove to anyone. I don’t need to prove that I’m honest. I don’t need to prove that my heart is pure. If you, even for a second, feel the need to question my loyalty or friendship, feel free to show yourself to the door.
The order of operations required proofs. But then I thought, “Really, what have I left to prove?” And that is when I started doing as I like, you know, within the parameters of reason. So I went back to square one and redesigned the schematic. I have to find them. A perfect set of arrangements, a blueprint of style.
why doesn’t prove rhyme with cove or love
why don’t any of those rhyme
I mEAN DAMN THIS IS THE PONY AND BOLOGNA THING ALL OVER AGAIN
SHEE-IT
“Prove it.”
“Okay.”
“Prove it without *touching* me.”
“Oh, well now you’ve taken all the fun out of it.”
“This conversation is over.”
“Come on.”
“Let go of me.”
“Okay, okay, okay, fine. I’m sorry.”
“…What?”
Just one theory disproving another, out-dated theory, that’s all it ever is. It’s progress, and it’s good, but it’s the infinite elimination until all that’s left will be that which was always unprovable.
Maybe we should have acknowledged from the start that it can be true without being proved. Take faith.
“Prove your love” is a famous song by Taylor Dayne.
Sometimes a little gift to prove your affection for someone – that is great!
I did not have to prove anything to my boss about my ability to get the job done. I have enough confidence and the will to succeed in any area of work that I am place in.
prove i have done prove! I have nothing left to prove though I think i need to fire up email and have a go at seeing if it is nice and smooth after getting rid of the thing that was stopping me from getting this wretched thing going
what have I to prove young man what have i to prove. nothig to prove little friend except that i can at the grand age of 47 start to live exactly as i like as many others try to do via the medium of paddles.i will
To demonstrate that something is true; to give proof for.
To turn out; to display.
To turn out to be.
Me.
I leave it up to you now. Universe, oh powerful deity, come prove to me that this life I lead means something. Something! Anything, I beg you. Because as of now I am pretty sure I have nothing. Please, I need a sign that this storm shall pass and that a saving grace will fall on me. She better show your worthiness fate, she better prove to me that this world is exactly what I have always thought of it: meant to be.
He had to prove himself to his parents somehow. His earlier attempts at independence included staying out late, drinking, doing drugs and these things proved the wrong kind of success. Then he got a job, got married and had children and his parents were still not improved. It was only when he had to bail his oldest son out of jail, that his parents finally said, “Now you know what we had to go through.”
I will prove to my family that I am not a failure. That I can live and breathe and laugh and find my way. I am stronger than most think. I can find things that make me happy. I just need to prove everyone wrong. I can do this.
“You love me? You really feel something for me? Then prove it.” Before Alexander can speak, John’s lips are crashing against his and his hands are tangled in his dark hair and they’re falling onto bed, all tangled limbs and heavy breathing and wide eyes.
Haikai Time!
A ny can make vows,
B uy rings, have ceremonies
C an you yet PROVE love.
She wanted to prove herself. She wasn’t the same little girl that got pushed around any more. She was grown ass woman who spent years fighting her inner demons and fighting against everyone’s negative words.
It wasn’t something she ever sought after consciously. It was just an impulse, really. Her mother’s words spilling over her head like a waterfall. She was drenched in the criticism her whole life and she never even realized she was wet. It wasn’t like she had something to prove, she said. But she did.
Prove means to give backing that something you believe in is indeed true. In life, society makes you feel like you have to prove to everyone around you and even people you don’t even know that you are worth something, that you are worth that job interview, that you are worth being treated right, etc.
worthy
give
time
show
compassion
self worth
honesty
leadership
fellowship
show yourself
guidance
patience
forgiveness
happiness
moving forward
be yourself
worthy
give
time
show
compassion
self worth
honesty
leadership
fellowship
show yourself
worthy
“Don’t evade the question!”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, douchenozzle!” Elijah spat, slamming down his half-empty pint of cheap beer and scowling at Will. “I don’t have to tell you ANYTHING to show you how much of a man I am!”
I wanted to say something – DO something – before it got worse. But my husband held me back. I felt his hand on my shoulder, but the tension in my body did not fade.
Jami wanted to tell Alex that he was correct. In simpler words: prove to him that a tomato is a fruit, not a vegetable. So he took it upon himself and did his research. The next day, Alex hung his head down in shame.
“You ate the last enchilada!”
“Who, me?”
“Yeah, you!”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
…I could not.
To your self,
swoon with belief,
what you want to prove to yourself
what you’d like to attain
is only in the hands of gain!
never barrens fleece bishops’ tightly laced saddles;
the joy stick wired to your brain and connected to your desires
is a video game that only you can invent and end!
As humans, we have the expectation to “prove” ourselves. To prove ourselves worthy of life. Grow up, go to school, get a degree, get a job, a partner, children, grandchildren, Prove.