Fall Quotes - Page 244

What did falling in love do for you? Can you ever really explain it? It filled empty spaces I never knew were empty. It cured a loneliness I never knew I had. It gave me joy. And freedom. I think that was the most amazing part. I suddenly felt both embraced and freed at the same time.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

Now and then genius carries all before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slips and falls.

If you can reach just 10 percent of the population, you can begin to reach a tipping point; that's where true social movements take place - it's a numbers game. And when you reach that number, the truth becomes obvious and empires of injustice crumble and fall.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And the better the world liked seeing them fall.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

The thing that most distresses me is whenever I see things over sexualized, I worry about young girls. Some of the fall out of the feminist movement is that it made younger and younger girls more sexually available. It's part of the philosophy, be your own person and be free. But, girls are so over sexualized in this culture.

When did we fall apart? or did you lie from the start?

Stand up for what you believe in, because you can fall for anything.

Only in the Fall of 1924 did [Joseph] Stalin discover that it is especially Russia, as distinguished from other countries, which can by its own forces build up a socialist society.

Throughout the day I often ask myself, Could I fall asleep right now? and the answer is always a resounding yes.

I had a fall out with Satan. Repeating satanic verses.

This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.

He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.

The most amazing moments are when something horrible is about to happen or has just happened. The iceberg falling into the ocean. That aching moment. You can see the pieces, you can see how they fit together, but you can't put them back together.

In my older age, I've learned to take things slower, because I used to be that total-fall-in-love-after-a-day guy.

The biggest challenge for me has been in coping with my perfectionism. I have a stiflingly hard time moving forward in a project if it's not 'just right' all along the way. The trap I so easily fall into is rewriting and rewriting the same scenes over and over to make them perfect, instead of continuing on into the wild unknown of the story.

The vicissitudes of life resemble one of those gilded balls seen in a fountain. Thrown up by the force of the water, it flies up and down - now at the top, catching the rays of the sun, now cast into the depths, then again shooting up, sometimes so high that it escapes altogether, and falls to the ground.

I think it's important to know how to free in case you fall of what you've written, you can be able to keep going with your rhymes. I think it's also good for the culture of emceeing. It's about microphones and about controlling the crowd; it's about rocking the party.

People do get mad at me for falling asleep sometimes, and it's the most frustrating thing. I can't help it.

Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.

I hope you fall in love with someone nice and have a good marriage. I might end up dying without knowing what it's like to be in love.

I am really fascinated by self-sabotage. I think that there's not a person I know who doesn't fall victim to it. It's essential to the human condition, and relatable.

I'm not afraid to live. I'm not afraid to fail. I'm not afraid to succeed. I'm not afraid to fall in love. I'm not afraid to be alone. I'm just afraid I might have to stop talking about myself for five minutes.