Quotes About Interruption

Don't roll your eyes. It punctures my dramatic moment. I want my dramatic moment unpunctured.

As she reached to hug Amy, Loretta heard someone shout. She glanced back at the small cluster of wagons and saw a woman waving her arms and beckoning to them. "Something's up." Amy squinted into the sunlight. "Do they want their dung or not? Addlepated woman. If she thinks I'm gonna run all the way back over there, she's got another think.

My agent insisted that I get one. But I never answer it. I suppose I should keep it switched off, but it has such a pretty ring.

You ain't no woodstove; you can't just squat in the middle of my house and stew.

For me,the Bild-Dichtung[image-poem] is the ideal form,because the drawing process is constantly being interrupted or contrasted by the writing. And since I always have something to say when I am writing,the effort has a balancing effect. Drawing and writing are wonderful complements.

Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged them to be silent.

So the present enmity between the nations of this area has got to be considered a temporary interruption of an historic process, and I have found that where temporary interruptions go against the grain of history they do not long endure.

I have no degree in biochemistry, neither do I have one in mechanical engineering, as the Army saw fit to terminate both courses before they were finished.

The format of Netflix was the dream for us. It allowed us to make cinematic, longer episodes without interruption.

I was IN THE DAMN SHOWER!

And yet, because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn't go around with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they had understood correctly.

He [Ryan] narrowed his eyes. You know, Dr. Jones, I don't think you're pretending to be thick. You just don't get it. Yes, I want to live in this house. It's a good spot to raise children. Look at that, you went white as a ghost. God, that's one of the things I love about you. You're always so shocked when someone interrupts the logic. And I love you, Miranda, beyond sense.

Excuse me, but I'm very tired of being interrupted and ordered around and spoken to like a recalicitrant eight-year-old. Then don't behave like one, Brian suggested.

Cam gave him a halfhearted boot on the top of his head with the heel of one hand. Why don't you shut up until I say what I have to say? The painless smack and impatient order were more comforting to Seth than a thousand promises.

Do you need to get that? Wherever it is. If I do, somebody'll just want to talk to me. I'd rather talk to you. How anyone could work in such confusion and disorder was beyond her.

a phone without an answering machine would ring incessantly until the caller gave up. You had to answer the phone in order to stop the phone. But the main reason everyone always answered the telephone was the impossibility of knowing who was on the line. Every ringing phone was, potentially, a life-altering event. It might be a telemarketer, but it also might be a death in the family. It could be your next-door neighbor, but it could also be the governor, and there was only one way to find out.

Hey, if you're going to sleep in the middle of the road, I'm going to sit on you.

I have put my arm down forever to interrupt the men who want more hair. from the poem Pasadena collected in Own Face (1978)

Either I shall find it, or I shall not find it. I examine my note-case. I look in all my pockets. These are the things that forever interrupt the process upon which I am eternally engaged of finding some perfect phrase that fits this moment exactly.

Do you mind? You're interrupting my training." "Ah." His dark blond brows quirked upward as his gaze followed the line of her body to where she still hung by her ankles. "What exactly is it you're training for up there, Cirque du Soleil?

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

But we're not sleeping," he points out. "well, I would be," I say, "if you would let me off the phone." Which is obviously a lie. "Fine," he says. "Fine," I say. "Wait!" "What now?!" "Court?" I don't say anything. "Are you there?" "Yes, I'm here," I say, "What is it?" "I love you." And then he hangs up the phone.

Rescue will come as a welcome interruption of…the survival voyage.

"Pray, my dear," quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?"—"Good G—!" cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time—"Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?"