Quotes About Falling

Like I was falling even while I was standing still. Aching limbs.

Ah," Sean said, smothering a laugh. "The brilliant plan falling apart? Wow. Wish I'd seen that coming. Oh. Wait. I did.

She'd learned to be composed in public, even as she was once again most likely falling apart.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

He wants to pretend this is all accidental, but for me it isn't a game. I haven't simply let it happen. I'm falling because I jumped, and not because I tripped.

the birthrates aren't falling any more drastically than our own. . . ." There's some booing. And an angry voice in the crowd shouts, "Socialist!

It was raining outside. The little drops fell on the rooftops, on the streets … maybe also on the mountains….drops of water hung from clotheslines and played tag and sometimes one of them would fall and before it fell it would S T R E T C H and S T R E T C H because you could see it was hard for it to let go. It had been raining for a week…and the clouds were so swollen they were right on the roof tops.

Falling is one of the ways of moving.

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.

Sometimes, it reads like a love story: falling in love with a stranger; falling so far that you forsake all others; falling away from yourself until you are not an American and you are not Japanese and you are not a layperson and you are not a monk and you find yourself wrapped up in a black robe and falling on your knees to bow down in gratitude to the person who occasioned this fortunate fall.

Things weren't permanent, things could always fall apart, never get too comfortable, and even those you trust, those you trust as authority figures and role models, are liable to show themselves as illusions.

It's showing Fox News—fair and balanced for those who like falling over.

Love was an accident waiting to happen, he decided. It was like throwing a parachute out of a plane and jumping after it, convinced that you could catch it on the way down. He was falling but it didn't feel like a death plummet.

she could move Audie, who felt as though he was staring into the depths of a well. All he had to do was fall.

I enjoy watching people fall in love on-screen so much that I can suspend my disbelief for the contrived situations that only happen in the heightened world of romantic comedies. I have come to enjoy the moment when the normal lead guy, say, slips and falls right on top of the hideously expensive wedding cake. I actually feel robbed when the female lead's dress doesn't get torn open at a baseball game while the JumboTron is on her.

We had fallen in love; that was still true. But given the right psychological conditions, a person could fall in love with anyone or anything. A wooden desk -- always on all fours, always prone, always there for you. What was the lifespan of these improbable loves? An hour. A week. A few months at best. The end was a natural thing, like the seasons, like getting older, fruit turning. That was the saddest part -- there was no one to blame and no way to reverse it.

Alone on the floor of his elevator car, oblivious to everything beyond the walls of his box, Chris Young occasionally heard loud cries amid sirens and fire alarms. Nothing sounded like human agony, only some kind of vague emergency unfolding nearby. He knew nothing of planes or fires or people falling and jumping to their deaths.

There is timing in the whole life of the warrior, in his thriving and declining, in his harmony and discord. Similarly, there is timing in the Way of the merchant, in the rise and fall of capital. All things entail rising and falling timing. You must be able to discern this.

THEN When I am dead, even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems, When I am dead, even then I am still listening to you. I will still be making poems for you out of silence; silence will be falling into that silence, it is building music.

We fall, we fall together.

When he is not broken, Raphael said, he is a shooting star caught midfall.

Books. They tumbled from the bleeding sky like wounded birds. The spines snapping open and the pages fanning white. Black letters slipping off the slanted pages and falling, falling to the ground where they... Shatter.

Over the weekend I have fallen in love with you again. I do not know why. Because it was wholly unnecessary.

Notice how quickly your feelings change when you know there is a more immediate and real danger than the possibility of falling. How did you do that?