Dylan hosts first line friday, and I am participating for the first time this week!
It is First Line Friday! Welcome and lets get writing.
Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest.
Your line for this week is:
Never burn a bridge you could push them off later.
Never burn a bridge, you could push them off later.
This has been said to me so much
By so many people
What does it mean?
For me, it means, dont rush
dont rush to end things
you might regret it
the you could push them off later?
what does that mean?
for me, it means
Wait for them to do something that causes you to want to end things
Then, before they will do it
you do it first
At least for me
Never burn a bridge
You could push them off later
Mulling it over still even now
Its such a profound line
What is a phrase you use a lot?
I sit here
Darkness swallowing me up
As I try to speak
No words come
I am numb
Numb and alone
I say a silent prayer
But who am I praying to?
I pray the feelings subside
I am unable to hold in the tears
Silently they fall
As my dog sits beside me
Looking at me
Nudging me with his soft warm nose
Oh how I hate
This dark night
I want to just give up
Give up this fight
Karissa age 15
Dont be so flippant, Debbie said. Why not? Sarah chirped. Isnt everyone these days? No, not really, said debbie. You know, said Debbie, I cant help it. Everyone gives me good reason to be flippant.
Oh? Sara looked intensely at debbie!
You do make me smile, even when your being flippant!
I’m glad I make someone smile, debbie quipped!
Lets make our coffee, sit down, eat cake, and chat!
The two women were besties, and had been for years! Nothing could break their unbreakable bond.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
Sometimes I read and I go wow!I was thinking the same thing!
And I love when that happens!
Just knowing I am thinking along similar lines to someone else is really helpful at times!
Madness Of The English Language
English is the most widely used language in the history of our planet. One in every 7 humans can speak it. More than half of the world’s books and 3 quarters of international mail is in English. Of all the languages, it has the largest vocabulary – perhaps as many as 2 MILLION words. Nonetheless, let’s face it, English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb thru annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?
Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?
Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, isn’t a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.