Quotes About Falling

The point is, feelings can change - and often do - abruptly. It's one of the riskiest aspects of falling for someone, especially during these tumultuous years when we're young and restless.

Et plus je l'ignorais, plus je tombais amoureuse de lui. C'était exactement comme je te disais tout à l'heure, comme une maladie. Tu sais comment ça se passe... Tu éternues. Une fois. Deux fois. Tu frissonnes et voilà. C'est trop tard. Le mal est fait. Là, c'était la même chose : j'étais prise, j'étais fichue.

That was life, wasn't it? It didn't seem like you were falling.

Please don't think so lightly of liking someone. It's terribly important. It is a kind of loving, you know, and one that frequently lasts a lot longer than romance. You can fall out of love, as well in. Most of us do, especially if you don't actually like the person as well. It doesn't always grow into love by any means, but sometimes it does.

I wish you'd fall in love with me," she said. "Why?" "Because you're really someone worth falling in love with. And if we were in love, I wouldn't be drifting. I wouldn't be nobody. At least not while I was with you.

It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I never spoke, calling, riser after riser, who cares...

Nothing like falling in love with a dead actress to prove your sanity.

There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is blink.

There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.

There is a loneliness that only exists in the mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.

It was October in 1913, midway in a week of pleasant days, with the sunshine loitering in the cross-streets and the atmosphere so languid as to seem weighted with ghostly falling leaves.

It has always disappointed me to read the allusions in Amiel's diary to the fact that he published books. That's where he falls down. How great he would be otherwise!

I see life as a burning meteorite that you can climb all over, and feed off, as it is falling to earth.

Everyone I've ever fallen in love with, I just fell in love with! I didn't date them to try.

I kind of fell into acting. I was very lucky.

I can't speak for anyone else, but in my case, I sort of fell into acting.

I met my wife; she barely owned a television and worked for Save the Children. We sat down one night, and we fell in love, and that was it.

When you are editing, the final master is Aristotle and his poetics. You might have a terrific episode, but if people are falling out because there are just too many elements in it, you have to begin to get rid of things.

He would keep what he would always believe had to be a false memory of her falling like a booted Icarus out of a lighted sky in which there was somehow falling snow and her mouth open in a lovely O that had started to shape a word, and her long legs against the electric light, shooting out of the blue plastic square that rose like a kite lifting on a whirlwind and one of her boots flying what seemed the length of the block

Caer… caer siempre más bajo. Y sin embargo, otros hombres son felices, encuentran el amor, pero todos sufren. Lo que ocurre es que unos se dan cuenta y otros no. Algunos lo atribuyen a lo que no tienen. Pero qué sueño estúpido ése.

Perhaps the Skywoman story endures because we too are always falling. Our lives, both personal and collective, share her trajectory. Whether we jump or are pushed, or the edge of the known world just crumbles at our feet, we fall, spinning into someplace new and unexpected. Despite our fears of falling, the gifts of the world stand by to catch us.

Everyone said that one day I was going to have a big accident, an accident to end all accidents. One day you might look up and see a kid falling from the sky. That would be me.

If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You didn't have to go looking for it with open arms. With open arms, you fell off the bike: I was drinking my wine too quickly.

Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You didn't have to go looking for it with open arms. With open arms, you fell off the bike: I was drinking my wine too quickly.