Quotes About Falling

Ich glaube, dass die Angst die man hat, wenn man an einem Abgrund steht, in Wahrheit vielmehr eine Sehnsucht ist. Eine Sehnsucht sich fallen zu lassen- oder die Arme auszubreiten und zu fliegen.

To fall in the void as I fell: none of you knows what that means… I went down into the void, to the most absolute bottom conceivable, and once there I saw that the extreme limit must have been much, much farther below, very remote, and I went on falling, to reach it.

I took this dialogue as a warning to be on guard: the world is falling apart and tries to lure me into its disintegration.

When gravity calls, something falls.

Fracture of the patella may be produced by muscular action or by direct violence. When produced by muscular action, it occurs thus: a person in danger of falling forwards attempts to recover himself by throwing the body backwards, and the violent action of the quadriceps extensor upon the patella snaps the bone transversely across.

a single bright orange leaf lost its grip and wafted back and forth, gently falling to the ground.

they say a baby's true babtism occurs when hefirst falls out of bed

Here's what they do not tell you about falling in love: there's not always a soft landing beneath you. It's called falling, because it's bound to break you.

Well, my big mistake wasn't falling for you. It was being fooled enough to think you fell for me too.

Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.

You might fall from the sky, you might even fall from a tree...but the best way to fall, is to fall in love with me.

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear.It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.

Do not be afraid to fall, be afraid to to land... For no one has ever died from falling they have died from landing instantaneously.

Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.

My dad was a stickler for teaching me the pratfall. There is something magical about taking a good fall, and when it works, when you get that laugh, there's no better feeling in the world.

After that, he tried to go upstairs through the broom cupboard, and then the yard. This seemed to puzzle him a little. But finally he discovered the stairs, all except the bottom on, and fell up them on his face. The whole castle shook.

He comes floating down out of the endless pale, struck simultaneously by the beauty of the earth and a need to ask forgiveness. He is a stranger, in a mask, falling.

I spent years studying theology and philosophy. They were good years, but I was mistaken to believe that the study of meaning would give me a sense of meaning. Studying love does not cause you to fall in love. Falling in love happens under a certain set of circumstances.

You could study the connections for years and never work it out-it was all about things coming together,things falling apart,time warp, my mother standing out in front of the museum when time flickered and the light went funny, uncertainties hovering on the edge of a vast brightness. the stray chance that might, or might not, change everything.

Without thorough conviction of sin, people may seem to come to Jesus and follow Him for a little while, but they will soon fall away and return to the world.

Our souls are made of water, Goethe says. So too, our bodies. There is a flow within us, rising and falling, unidirectional, to the heart. there is a flow without also. We circulate. We are drawn up, and we fall back down to earth again. It's all haemodynamics.

If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn't open, and you friends are all watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.

How soft is the blackness as it falls. It falls in silence and yet it is deafening, for no other sound except the blackness falling can be heard. The blackness falls like soot from a lamp with an untrimmed wick. The blackness is visible and yet it is invisble, for I see that I cannot see it. The blackness fills up a small room, a large field, an island, my own being. The blackness cannot bring me joy but often I am made glad in it.