It's easy to do nothing, but your heart breaks a little more every time you do.
Who are you and what breaks your heart?
There is no option but to transform our world to a zero carbon future. We will fight to ensure that no one is left behind. This report breaks new ground and gives workers and businesses the confidence that there can be an economic plan which creates jobs and sets our planet on the course for survival.
I'm a situational writer. You give me a situation, like a writer gets in a car crash, breaks his leg, is kidnapped by his number-one fan, and is kept in a cabin and forced to write a book - everything else springs from there. You really don't have to work once you've had the idea. All you have to do is kind of take dictation from something inside.
Nature cannot be surprised in undress. Beauty breaks in everywhere.
It breaks my heart that my father never knew my children. He should have been around for another 25 years.
If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Oh sure, it seems obvious now, but you'd be amazed at how many people don't think of it when it's relevant. Seriously, punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.
We break our promises to one another. We break our promises to God. But God never breaks His promises to us.
I write 3-4 days a week, 4-5 hours at a time (with lots of breaks). My goal is 2000 words when I sit down to write and usually, I hit that, though it can take anywhere from 3-7 hours to get there. I usually know the basics of where the story is going, but the specifics just sort of come to me as I write.
I'm much more interested in making people laugh than getting applause breaks.
It breaks my heart because there are some parts I know I would have the right spirit for, and I just don't get them because I have an accent.
I don't take a day off. I don't slack. All I know is hard-nose football. There ain't no breaks or vacations for me.
Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.
Every wave is new until it breaks.
Who breaks the thread, the one who pulls, the one who holds on?
The knowledge from an enlightened person breaks on the hard rocks of ignorance.
It must be because you're so approachable", I say flatly. "You know, like a bed of nails. " He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice. Heat rushes into my cheeks. What will happen when this tension breaks? But he just says, "Careful, Tris.
Breaks balance out. The sun don't shine on the same ol' dog's ass every day.
I can only build if I tear the walls down, even if it breaks me I won't let it make me frown, I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground, I'll still smile
I delight in my family obligations, but they leave little time for breaks let alone quick trips across the country.