When you depart from standard usage, it should be deliberate and not an accidental lapse. Like a poet who breaks the rules of poetry for creative effect, this only works when you know and respect the rule you are breaking. If you have never heard of the rules you are breaking, you have no right to do so, and you are likely to come off like a buffoon or a barbarian. Breaking rules, using slang and archaic language can be effective, but it is just as likely to give you an audience busy with wincing.
The problem with breaking up with someone, if you are a little unsure "" and so often, people are unsure "" is that breaking up involves persuasion. You have to persuade your ex that it is better this way for everyone. And this is difficult if you have not entirely persuaded yourself. It is especially tricky to do this if you are also naked, and making two cups of coffee.
You know, ' Shane said twenty minutes later, 'I'd feel a whole lot better about the two of us if you didn't think i was the go-to guy for breaking and entering.' She felt a flash of guilt about the breaking-and-entering part -but she had called him- just before her heart did a funny little painful flip and she heard him say again in her head THE TWO OF US.
Oh my god, Jenny McCarthy is the coolest chick. She's the kind of girl you can play volleyball with and she's diggin' it out in the dirt. She's the girl that's playing softball - not worrying about breaking a nail. She's out there breaking nails and diving at second. And then, she's going to out-drink you at the bar.
He and his wife loved each other and brought each other daily pain. Everything else he was doing in his life, even his longing for Lalitha, amounted to little more than flight from circumstance. He and Patty couldn't live together and couldn't imagine living apart. Each time he thought they'd reached the unbearable breaking point, it turned out that there was still further they could go without breaking.
Our culture has a tendency to pigeonhole people and to try to tear down anybody who's breaking out of our comfort zone. That's why we get into these cultural ruts that end up being destructive prejudices. But breaking out of that comfort zone is the most rewarding thing you can do, in your life. I do my best to push myself, when I can.
I've seen it around the world, in the poorest countries and in countries riven with conflict, It is women who are the key to breaking out of poverty, breaking out of stagnation. It's women who can contribute to achieving real security - not bombs and bullets and repressive governments.
Queen Noor of Jordan
You're breaking up with me because I'm not a successful guitarist, and because I seem like I'm just a guy handing out pamphlets on a street corner! You're disgusted.' This is why Adrian is disgusted with Adrian and has nothing to do with me. Very little of our relationship has much to do with me, which is one of the actual reasons I'm breaking up with him. He loves me but doesn't really understand me - so, in effect, does he really love me?
To keep the entire body in shape, tend to every part of it, every limb, every organ, every joint and system. Educate yourself about your own body. Learn what to feed it and how to fuel it. Learn what keeps it from breaking down and do those things. To not love you, is breaking one of God's three highest commandments.
I do not suppose that anyone not a poet can realize the agony of creating a poem. Every nerve, even every muscle, seems strained to the breaking point. The poem will not be denied; to refuse to write it would be a greater torture. It tears its way out of the brain, splintering and breaking its passage, and leaves that organ in the state of a jelly-fish when the task is done.
You can get away with breaking all of the other rules at least once in a while, but you can't get away with breaking this one. Readers will accept almost anything from you if you don't make them feel they have wasted their time and money. Remember, you can bore readers in a lot of different ways. It doesn't necessarily take a dearth of action; too much action can get you the same result. Everything in writing, like in life, requires balance.
HEAR A SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE AFTER LOVE'S CURTAIN COMES DOWN LISTEN AN YOU'LL HEAR THE SOUND HEAR THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING... I CAN STILL SEE YOU STANDIN'THERE MIDNIGHT WIND BLOWIN'THROUGH YOUR HAIR REMEMBER KISSES SWEET IN THE SALTY AIR WHEN LOVE WAS FOREVER TURN THE PAGE AND WE FADE TO BLUE THE SCENE HAT CHANGED NOW I'M WITHOUT YOU WELL YOU JUST WALKED AWAY WHEN THE ACT WAS THROUGH AND THE DREAM WAS OVER IT WAS ALMOST LIKE A MOVIE THE WAY YOU SAID GOOD-BYE YOU MUST HAVE SPENT A LOT OF TIME REHEARSING EACH AND EVERY LINE NOW THERE'S NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE AFTER LOVE'S CURTAIN COMES DOWN LISTEN AND YOU'LL HEAR THE SOUND HEAR THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING - BREAKING NOT A SMILE LEFT ON MY FACE THE ENDING'S JUST TOO SAD TA TAKEAND THERE'S NOT A DRY EYE NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE... THE GREATEST STORY WAS YOU AND ME WE HAD IT ALL WE HAD EVERYTHING, BUT NOW THE STORY'S DONE IT'S JUST HISTORY THE LAST ACT IS OVER YOUR EVERY LINE HAT THE SWEETEST SOUND YOUR EVERY TOUCH TURNED MY WORLD AROUND BUT THEN THE LIGHT CAME UP AND MY WORLD CRASHED DOWN END OF SHOW IT'S OVER.... IT WAS ALMOST LIKE A MOVIE THOSE NIGHTS WE TOUCHED THE STARS TIME STOOD STILL FOR YOU AND I NOW IT'S SAD ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU CRY ... AND THERE'S NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE AFTER LOVE'S CURTAIN COMES DOWN LISTEN AND YOU'LL HEAR THE SOUND HEAR THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING - BREAKING NOT A SMILE LEFT ON MY FACE THE ENDING'S JUST TOO SAD TO TAKEAND THERE'S NOT ADRY EYE NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE ... ACT ONE - THE STORY'S JUST BEGUN ACT TWO - I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU ACT THREE - KNEW IT WAS MEANT TO BE ACT FOUR - YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE... NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE AFTER LOVE'S CURTAIN COMES DOWN LISTEN AND YOU'LL HEAR THE SOUND HEAR THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING - BREAKING NOT A SMILE LEFT ON MY FACE THE ENDING'S JUST TOO SAD TO TAKEAND THERE'S NOT A DRY EYE NOT A DRY EYE NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE AFTER LOVE'S CURTAIN COMES DOWN LISTEN AND YOU'LL HEAR THE SOUND HEAR THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING - BREAKING NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE
My father and I were always on the most distant terms when I was a boy--a sort of armed neutrality, so to speak. At irregular intervals this neutrality was broken, and suffering ensued; but I will be candid enough to say that the breaking and the suffering were always divided up with strict impartiality between us--which is to say, my father did the breaking, and I did the suffering.
Your brand exists to differentiate. 'Same crap, different day' won't do it. A day that goes by without breaking some sacred branding rule is a day a brand has lost to rise above the status quo. By breaking those rules with insight, intelligent and innovation, your brand can get heard in a world that's simply too busy to listen.
Gray clouds were charging across tissues of white, which stretched and shredded and tore slowly, until through their final layers there gleamed a hint of the disappearing blue. Summer was retreating. The wind roared, the trees groaned, yet the noise seemed insufficient for those vast operations in heaven. The weather was breaking up, breaking, broken, and it is a sense of the fit rather than of the supernatural that equips such crises with the salvos of angelic artillery.
We cannot love God unless we love each other, and to love we must know each other. We know Him in the breaking of bread, and we know each other in the breaking of bread, and we are not alone anymore. Heaven is a banquet and life is a banquet, too, even with a crust, where there is companionship.
I felt that I was breaking him apart as much as I was breaking myself apart. I imagined that pain in his mercury eyes and the silent tears whispered their way down my cheeks. Silent tears are the worst kind, the kind that shows the most pain and they were all I had left. The Fates had left me cold, with half a heart and a torn apart soul.
I would love to be nominated for an award at some point or do something that at least engenders the type of cultural conversation that a role like Giancarlo Esposito on 'Breaking Bad,' or actually any of the people on 'Breaking Bad.' I would love to have a role in a feature film that was a cultural talking point.
One of the most important of life ´s lessons is to learn independance, to understand freedom. This means independence from attachments, from results, from opinions, and from expectations. Breaking attachments leads to freedom, but breaking attachments does not mean abandoning a loving and meaningful relationship, a relationship that nourrishes your soul. It means ending dependency on any person or thing. Love is never a dependency.
There just isn't a weak season of 'Breaking Bad.' There's just superior work, a sprint toward evil that turned into a marathon. But like all big-talker shows that bring their heavy cargo in for a rough and breathlessly observed landing, 'Breaking Bad' didn't quite leave itself enough runway to satisfactorily end some of its better story lines, especially once the chronology gap closed up between the flash-forwards from last year's episodes and Sunday night's conclusion. One could easily argue that there was just too much left to do in this one episode.
Let the liberal turn to the course of action, the course of all radicals, and the amused look vanishes from the face of society as it snarls, "That's radical!" Society has good reason to fear the radical. Every shaking advance of mankind toward equality and justice has come from the radical. He hits, he hurts, he is dangerous. Conservative interests know that while liberals are most adept at breaking their own necks with their tongues, radicals are most adept at breaking the necks of conservatives.
I'm an 'intelligent' sociopath. I don't have problems with drugs, I don't commit crimes, I don't take pleasure in hurting people, and I don't typically have relationship problems. I do have a complete lack of empathy. But I consider that an advantage, most of the time. Do I know the difference between right and wrong, and do I want to be good? Sure... A peaceful and orderly world is a more comfortable world for me to live in. So do I avoid breaking the law because it's 'right'? No, I avoid breaking the law because it makes sense.
Saying good-bye to a city is harder than breaking up with a lover. The grief and regret are more piercing because they are more complex and unmixed, changing from corner to corner, with each passing vista, each shift of the light. Breaking up with a city is unclouded by the suspicion that after the affair ends, you'll learn something about the beloved you wished you never knew. The city is as it will remain: gorgeous, unattainable, going on without you as if you'd never existed. What pain and longing the lover feels as he bids farewell to a tendril of ivy, a flower stall, the local butcher. The charming cafe where he meant to have coffee but never did.
Poetry restores language by breaking it, and I think that much contemporary writing restores fantasy, as a genre of writing in contrast to a genre of commodity or a section in a bookstore, by breaking it. Michael Moorcock revived fantasy by prying it loose from morality; writers like Jeff VanderMeer, Stepan Chapman, Lucius Shepard, Jeffrey Ford, Nathan Ballingrud are doing the same by prying fantasy away from pedestrian writing, with more vibrant and daring styles, more reflective thinking, and a more widely broadcast spectrum of themes.
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of you That I almost believe that the pictures are All I can feel Remembering You standing quiet in the rain As I ran to your heart to be near And we kissed as the sky fell in Holding you close How I always held close in your fear Remembering You running soft through the night You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow And screamed at the make-believe Screamed at the sky And you finally found all your courage To let it all go Remembering You fallen into my arms Crying for the death of your heart You were stone white So delicate Lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark Remembering You how you used to be Slow drowned You were angels So much more than everything Hold for the last time then slip away quietly Open my eyes But I never see anything If only I'd thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart If only I'd thought of the right words I wouldn't be breaking apart All my pictures of you Looking so long at these pictures of you But I never hold on to your heart Looking so long for the words to be true But always just breaking apart My pictures of you There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart All my pictures of you
She has committed no crime, she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst as unfit to live with. She is the victim of cruel poverty and ignorance, but I cannot pity her: she is white. She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted in breaking it. She persisted, and her subsequent reaction is something that all of us have known at one time or another. She did something every child has done-she tried to put the evidence of her offense away from her. But in this case she was no child hiding stolen contraband: she struck out at her victim-of necessity she must put him away from her-he must be removed from her presence, from this world. She must destroy the evidence of her offense.
Zeena believes that the breaking of taboos creates access to blocked energy that is let loose in a forceful way. The left-hand path is about consciously breaking with a 'sleepwalker orthodoxy' to be able to act as a fully awaken and conscious individual. In her book, George Orwell (1984) is quoted: 'Orthodoxy means not thinking - not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.' At the same time she notes that the left-hand path is the 'way of action'. It is not about intellectual contemplation, or worse, just reading about action.' About Zeena Schreck by Malin Fitger from: Contemporary notions of Kundalini, its background and role within new Western religiosity, University of Stockholm, 2004