If you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.
Into each life some rain must fall.
The airplane stays up because it doesn't have the time to fall.
We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.
It's hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.
Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality, a question of time; that is all.
You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.
If you worried about falling off the bike, you'd never get on.
Fall in love with a dog, and in many ways you enter a new orbit, a universe that features not just new colors but new rituals, new rules, a new way of experiencing attachment.
The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we're supposed to.
Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
It gives you a good feeling. Each year, you rediscover in a garden the magic of life. A flower arrives, and it is a miracle. The leaves fall in the autumn, and it looks fantastic. There is a tenderness about a garden, and you can't help but be sensitive to that.
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.
Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.
There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.
Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand
You make all kinds of mistakes, but as long as you are generous and true and also fierce, you cannot hurt the world or even seriously distress her.
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