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soul it shaped. Laurel
What appears to be the end of the road may simply be a bend in the road.
The world divides between those who can watch television knowing there's an isolated jigsaw fragment lying on the floor and those who can't.
General Lee, I have no division.
I WANT TO CUT THROUGH THE SPACE THAT SEPERATES US.
People are always asking, 'Where does Michael Pennington end and Johnny Vegas begin,' and you're going, 'It's not like that: it's blurred right across.'
Is there a term for when you are only gay for the top half of someone?"
"I think that makes you bisect-ual.
It's been a slice!Slice-- Jon D'amore
I'm not into division. I'm into coordination, discipline and tradition.
The fracture of pencil still useful, but the fracture of soul,
we couldn't use it, Mister.
Whole people see and create wholeness wherever they go; split people see and create splits in everything and everybody.
you cut me deep bitch,cut me like surgery.
The road to the next duty is the only straight one,
A bus cuts the world in half...
Nothing's a break for me. Not even the breaks are breaks.
On other shows when they get to the end of the scene, they yell 'Cut!' On Whose Line, we yell 'That's Enough!'
A line is length without breadth.
Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony
Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.
That's when I wanted to cut. I cut to quiet the cacophony. I cut to end this abstracted agony, to reel my selves back to one present and physical whole, whose blood was the proof of her tangibility.
Don't let despair mutate your flesh
Look at my twisted stumps of thought
See the fingers, listen to the voice
I am slowly becoming the end of the line.
There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
The beginning is half of the whole.
Crack. Pause. Crack. Pause. Then the long scream as the
And I'll break, when I'm through breakin,
I'll leave you broke,
Drop the mic when I'm finished, and watch it smoke
Now single up all lines!
The cold cut like a many bladed knife
The breaking wave and the muscle as it contracts obey the same law. Delicate line gathers the body's total strength in a bold balance. Shall my soul meet so severe a curve, journeying on its way to form?
I was coming together...
limb by limb, after being broken
for an infinity.
She stood on the edge of night, that sliver of gray between darkness and dawn, that razor-thin line separating the first part of her life and whatever lay ahead.
He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,
You done a number on him, Colt. He needs a doctor, or he ain't gonna make it." "He tried to rape her, Split. Then he punched her." "To be fair," Nell puts in, "he only punched me after I put a knife to his throat." Split coughs a laugh. "You what? Girl, you crazy.
I wanna run, i wanna stay. hold every piece, so it won't break.
No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.
The hardest bit of information to extract is the first piece.
I ground matter to find the continuous line. And when I realized I could not find it, I stopped, as if an unseen someone had slapped my hands.
The Divide is like two rivers merging, at the point of merging there is a great deal of activity. The sunset, it's neither dark nor light, and the sunrises are the moments of transition.
Holden, are you whole or broken? Stone to stone. I jump, you jump. Keep your fingers over the letters.
That morning each of us found a breaking point. Not only a physical barrier, but a point where determination, stamina and duty clashed and were overcome not so much by pain but by absurdity.
She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on.
Nothing is whole, not for too damned long. The world is half night.
The schizophrenic mind is not so much split as shattered. I like to say schizophrenia is like a waking nightmare.
And the mile once again becomes the focal point where it's always been
The dividing line forms-fashioned from:
Dragon's tears
Missed years
Overcome fears
The fire and ice paradox
Seen with True Sight
Darkness does not always equate to evil
Light does not always bring good
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
They were coming back to his mother's neighborhood now, the eastern boundary of which was a bridge spanning a know of train tracks that cut through the city like a zipper.
A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men.
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
You broke me in half when you left.
Dividers seek to make themselves look or feel better by making others feel worse. They damage relationships, fracture teams and organizations, and create havoc in people's lives.
(B)ut a second can split in a million different directions ...
Who knows when a trenchant line becomes a human face?
He kept pushing her, expecting for her to break. Fearing it. But he was the one who splintered apart. He was the one who broke.
The break of a family is the break of society.
I've found that I'd be the first one to cut lines.
the coast, irregular
Wide gape the gates of yellowed bone. A tongue of plank is our path between the teeth as we walk toward the gullet. Here I will be devoured. This is a true thing, near unavoidable on any path. I must enter those jaws.
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth,
Tearing up inside of me,
Every day, every hour, just wish that I ...
Was bulletproof
instance, U.S. Route 11 splits into U.S. Route 11E (east) and U.S. Route
row of stitches.
I am made of words. When you cut me, I bleed sentences. When you read me, I speak to your soul.
The journey of life is the unification of fragmentation. Fragments are units of power that are out of control. We make agreements to come and collect ourselves.
All of a sudden something breaks off sharply. The adventure is over, time resumes its daily routine. I turn; behind me, this beautiful melodious form sinks entirely into the past. It grows smaller, contracts as it declines, and now the end makes one with the beginning.
This
is the departure strip,
the dream-road. Whoever built it
left numbers, words and arrows.
He had to leave in a hurry.
shatter the foundation
valley. After a half mile the road deteriorated into a
You can never go wrong cuttin' fence,' repeated Smith, warming to his task. (Pling!) "Always cut fence. That's the law west of the 100th meridian. East of that don't matter none. Back there it's all lost anyhow. But west, we cut fence,' (Plang!)
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.
A straight line is said to have been cut in extreme and mean ratio when, as the whole line is to the greater segment, so is the greater to the lesser.
The light you see at the end of the tunnel is the front of an oncoming train.
Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest.
The only "break" anyone can afford to rely upon is a self-made "break.
A fault line runs down the middle of my life, and whenever it cracks open-divorcing my words and actions from the truth I hold within-things around me get shaky and start to fall apart.
He saw nothing except the endless ribbon of road unfolding in twisting narrow curves.
Where are you going?" I asked.
"The middle of nowhere."
"I thought this was it."
"Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.
THE END OF PART ONE
I wish to walk in such a line as will give most general satisfaction.
The math is stark: cut the
Around us I can sniff out a savagery in the noisy southern air. It knifes it's way into my nose, but I do not bleed blood. It's fear I bleed, and it gushes out over my lip. I wipe it away, in a hurry.
The straight line is ungodly.
I'm not an outliner. I come up with a premise and then take it from there.
This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me.
We need a shape for the tale. A beginning, a middle and an end.
Before you say cut, wait 5 seconds
Life is a fragment, a moment between two eternities.
When people divide, things end. Therefore: I won't divide because I don't want this to end.
The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.
The Edge ... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
Divided, there is little we can do. Together, there is little we cannot do.
You can divide my life into two.
We, too, can divide ourselves, it's true. / But only into flesh and a broken whisper. / Into flesh and poetry.
...Let's make a break... stop this sound.... I think that I heard a strange noise...
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
The cord breaketh at last by the weakest pull.
Be Lion in drawing a Line
In Two Parts You come and go so easily, your life is as you knew - while mine is split in two. How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love's due, who was yet to know of you.
... one of those terrifying rows where suddenly an end you never thought would come rears up in front of you, like a cliff edge you weren't aware of.
With great care the two creatures edged to the very tip. From there they looked out at the cloudless sky.
"The end of the branch," said Avon, mostly to himself.
"The beginning of the sky," said Edward, mostly to HIMself.