Quotes About Fall

Are you waiting for a clue to fall on your head? Derek asked. Yep. Tell me if you see one coming. Nope. My super mental powers must be getting rusty.

What happened? You fell. Really? What did I fall into? My fist. That explains the headache.

Oh my god, this makes me laugh so much: I once saw this young woman fall in a bar in Chicago, and she got up and she's like, 'These dang Sketcher Shape-ups!'

Summer is always a tricky time to recommend new literary fiction. The big releases do not hit until fall.

If I'm going on any trip, driving music is key. Road Hammers is good driving music. I don't mind listening to my own stuff. You record it for a certain reason. You fall in a love with a certain song at a certain time and how you record it is a labour of love. You better love it.

Everything we do in general, there's gonna be a percentage of risk. Me, making my entrance to the ring, there's actually a percentage of risk I'm going to trip and fall and hurt myself. Me, getting up on the apron, there's a percentage of risk.

I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell.

To maintain order after Assad's fall would require at least 500,000 troops in a never-ending occupation.

I love Pushkar because of the Pushkar Fair, which happens every fall - it's this camel festival, with ornately-dressed camels, camel races. But the reason I truly love this city is the Hindu mythology behind it.

I fell through a stage once. I was doing a truly African dance, and all of a sudden, I hit the ground with my foot and went straight through the stage. I guess they didn't have much money, so the floor was kind of rotting.

The truth is I made a few good movies in the '50s, then went into freefall.

I've always been so apathetic. I figured, OK, maybe the world is going to fall down around me. Now I want to make a better world... that's motherhood.

Vichy proves one thing: if you don't want to know how low your fellow citizens can fall, and crawl, don't lose a war.

The only reason you would want your currency to fall, if you could control it, is in order to get more exports.

It's hard to find rap that I love, you know. I'm one of those rapping a** rappers, but I just fall into a different category because I'm giving the people what they want.

And so we weep for the fallen. We weep for those yet to fall, and in war the screams are loud and harsh and in peace the wail is so drawn-out we tell ourselves we hear nothing.

And now, Picker and the others are watching Mallet. Every moment, someone's hovering close. The healer might try to fall on his knife at any time … given the chance. Ah, Mallet, he kept pushing you away. 'Another time, I've too much on my mind right now. Nothing more than a dull ache. When this is done, we'll get to it, then.' It wasn't your fault, Mallet. Soldiers die.

If we are to live,' Rake went on, 'we must take risks. Else our lives become deaths in all but name. There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail – should we fall – we will know that we have lived.' Endest

Shurq Elalle's fate had taken a turn for the worse. Nothing to do with her profession, for her skills in the art of thievery were legendary among the lawless class. An argument with her landlord, sadly escalating to attempted murder on his part, to which she of course - in all legality - responded by flinging him out the window. The hopeless man's fall had, unfortunately, been broken by a waddling merchant on the street below. The landlord's neck broke. So did the merchant's.

Their reappearance on the plain was enough to announce their success and the Wickans raised a wail that ran through each clan's encampment, the sound as much sorrowful as triumphant, a fitting dirge to announce the fall of a god.

And so we weep for the fallen. We weep for those yet to fall, and in war the screams are loud and harsh and in peace the wail is so drawn-out we tell ourselves we hear nothin

Tearing the sword loose burst the ribcage, and Samar stared to see the victim's heart, still beating, pitch free of its broken nest, dangling for a moment from torn arteries and veins, before the warrior fell from sight.

If gods could truly offer up a simple world, would not every mortal soul fall to its knees?

There is no struggle too vast, no odds too over- whelming, for even should we fail – should we fall – we will know that we have lived.' Anomander