The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.
It's tough getting older. You start falling apart, you know? My gums are starting to recede now. You can't tell tonight, though, 'cause I comb them forward.
She couldn’t picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish. . . Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.
I started thinking about [ what book is going to go next] when I was working on As Easy as Falling Off the Face of the Earth.
The bomb lives only as it is falling.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family-- Oh how hideous it is To see three generations of one house gathered together! It is like an old tree with shoots, And with some branches rotted and falling.
I don't think there's such a thing as falling in love too easily or falling too fast. Or loving someone too soon or trusting someone too soon. . . I've never treated two relationships the same. Some people move you and some people don't.
It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.
I think this fear of insanity is comparable to the fear people once had of falling off the edge of the world. Or the fear of heretics. . . What's happening is that each year our old flat earth of conventional reason becomes less and less adequate to handle the experiences we have and this is creating wide-spread feelings of topsy-turviness. As a result we're getting more and more people in irrational areas of thought. . . occultism, mysticism, drug changes and the like. . . because they feel an inadequacy in classical reason to handle what they know are real experiences.
I can see the warmth. He's falling for me.
The story [Henny-Penny] has the best opening in all literature-"The sky is falling," cried Henny-Penny, "and a piece of it fell on my tail.
My lungs taste the air of Time,Blown past falling sands.
I always used to look at books and wonder how anybody could come up with so many words. But my divorce and then falling in love with somebody else has released in me an ability to write in other ways apart from songs.
After a day on Mykines, I changed my mind about life not going on. A sort of life was going on, beating with a reasonalbe version of a pulse, but that life consisted for the most part of travelers like myself. There were maybe a dozen of us - one third of the island's population. Our tribe could only increase as the Mykines tribe dwindled away, a few falling down steps, most simply emigrating, until there would be, sad to say, only our peripatetic selves. We were the future of all places condemned by remoteness to a lingering, photogenic death.
We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.
I can’t remember that I was ever looking for anything. I was waiting for something to touch me. It’s like, I’ll be open to it, and see if it moves me. There has to be a "falling in love" moment.
I got a book token for Christmas and exchanged it for a book called A History of Art, and that book (which I still have-battered and falling to pieces) became more precious to me than any Bible.
I do not believe in the beauty of falling.
If any such lover be in earth which is continually kept from falling, I know it not: for it was not shewed me. But this was shewed: that in falling and in rising we are ever preciously kept in one Love.