you'll break your neck.

A hole is nothing at all, but you can break your neck in it.

You break her heart, I'll break your neck.

We were truly at a break-neck pace for home sales in January and February, likely the result of unseasonably mild weather, so it comes as no surprise to see sales decline to a more sustainable pace,

We need to stop the fast break. They're not gun-shy at all. We need to get up on them.

Falling in love was as much about receiving as it was giving, was it? It seemed selfish. It was not, though. It was the opposite. Keeping oneself from being loved was to refuse the ultimate gift.
He had thought himself done with romantic love. He had thought himself an incurable cynic.
He was not, though.
He was only someone whose heart and mind, and very soul, had been battered and bruised. It was still - and always - safe to give since there was a certain deal of control to be exerted over giving. Taking, or allowing oneself to receive, was an altogether more risky business.
For receiving meant opening up the heart again.
Perhaps to rejection.
Or disillusionment.
Or pain.
Or even heart break.
It was all terribly risky.
And all terribly necessary.
And of course, there was the whole issue of trust...