

progress without success.
If this project wasn't yet considered a success, it is now.
pursue and conquer, there are success stories across the state, the nation, the world for the exact thing in pursuit... if the wall is never built, it will never be torn down.
eighty percent of success is showing up, the other twenty percent is eating mint chip ice cream.
Tickled by the feather of success, or should I say tickled by a rose.
success is grand and it is worth paying one hundred dollars for a book you never read.
a grand celebration, for a great role model, it makes me feel young again and very able, congrats.
Ummmm ... go get something!
A girl has admitted her jealousy of my ponytail, I have now achieved a new level of success in life.
If you just got your eyebrow gashed open and got stitches and are looking back on the night thinking it was really fun, odds are that's a really good friend and a pretty fun person.
technology...every day something new is being developed. what i wonder is...do we have to come out with absolutely everything thats possible? what is the rush for technology? what is the rush in america? there is so much already available to us that people don't even use potentially. it seems that whenever a new technology is available, people demand it. what is the need? can we be content with what we have? i think we can. i'm not knocking technology by any means, i love it just as much as anyone. but must we become infatuated with it? it would be nice to see people more relaxed. there is not always a need to be succeeding...there is more to life than that success and advancement. and before we can do any of that we must know where we are. how can we do that when were in such a fast pace?
knowledge is relevant. life is knowledge. life is relevant. and my throat feels like it's going to burst through my neck. my eyes are glossy with emotion. my heart's a beating like a turbine. my hands tremor from aftershocks of love. my heart is landlocked, lovelocked. and locked with passion. loved with passion. landed with success. and i smile again. for a sincere depiction, a crisp picture and insight, honest, true, not washed over with sugar, with voice, i bring my own heart to judgement, my own hope to trial, and my own lungs to endurement. so, on to the things that happen. on to loving.