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As we hang beneath the heavens, and we hover over hell, our hearts become the instruments we learn to play so well.
When the houses of the great collapse
Many little people are slain.
Those who have no share in the fortunes of the mighty
Often have a share in their misfortunes. The plunging
wain
Drags the sweating beasts with it into the abyss.
I rise from the moist crevice of thought,
I beat on the shores of her holy body,
I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness.
Rise onto me my precious sun.
You must stand unshaken amidst the crash of breaking worlds
There is a special providence in
the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now.
What follows is what happens each time I fall. I do not know if these things really happen but this is what I believe happens. As your eyes move across these words, some sacred engine is coming back to life and I am beginning to fall again. Sometimes, it feels like I'm floating
We fall many times. But we find strength within to rise again.
In that moment, hell may have ascended,
Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,
What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.
This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom.
If one of us falls, we all fall.
I like to think that when I fall,
A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea,
This shelf of books along the wall,
Beside my bed, will mourn for me.
Please don't let me fall.Fall-- Mary Surratt
The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.
We fall.
All casualties of the war,
Because we cannot hear each other speak,
Because eyes have ceased to see the face from the crowd.
the heavens raped
from our misuse of love
That destruction o'er you hovers; Lustful Man and crafty Devil Will combine to work your evil; And from earth by sorrows driven, Soon your Soul must speed to heaven.
Starfall in the sky as a result of anybody's Fall here below?
There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.
We're like dominoes, Beckett and I. I've tipped us forward until everything is set in motion. I can't stop us from colliding. I should enjoy the fall while it lasts. But I know the end is coming too. The quiet. The day where everything has fallen and there's nothing left but a mess.
There is always a moment in our lives when we are destined to fall the way we ever feared of.
Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean.
When great loss happens - deaths close to you or your own approaching death - this is an opportunity for stepping completely out of identification with form and realizing the essence of who you are, or that the essence of anyone who is suffering or dying is beyond death.
Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.
Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous
Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.
Death from the skies!
terrible fates are inevitable
We've all fallen, but at the same time we're not broken. There is the hint that we are going to get up again.
Let me fall if I must fall. The one I become will catch me." Slowly,
Man by the Fall fell at the same time from his state of innocence and from his dominion over nature. Both of these losses, however, can even in this life be in some part repaired; the former by religion and faith, the latter by the arts and sciences.
It was love, the furnace into which everything was dropped.
When human hearts break and human hearts despair, then from the twilight of the past the great conquerors of distress and care, of disgrace and misery, of spiritual slavery and physical compulsion, look down on them and hold out their eternal hands to the despairing mortals.
With each teardrop; pain hits the floor
To remain standing one often has to fall.
We wither from our youth; we gasp with unslaked thirst for unattainable good; lured from the first to the last by phantoms - love, fame, ambition, avarice - all idle, and all ill - one meteor of many names, that vanishes in the smoke of death.[8]
O lords,
When I have said, cry 'woe!' the queen, the queen,
The sweet'st, dear'st creature's dead,
and vengeance for't
Not dropp'd down yet.
Dropped
and falling
from such
heights
for so
long
that
maybe
I will have
enough time
to learn
flying
BEQUEST. You left me, sweet, two legacies, - A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.
Life's lessons are designed that we would rise from 'The Fall' (or our failures) and be restored to our Divine nature.
Love is triumphant, until we all fall down.
You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.
Fateful encounters with a cruel world reveal our character. No human is immune from heartbreaking loss. Regardless of our socioeconomic status, eventually everybody shall suffer a grievous personal loss, a body blow that inflicts pain of inexpressible magnitude.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
The cadence of suffering has begun.
In fall, God is remembered; in rise, forgotten.
It is when we fall that we are given the opportunity to rise up and reach new heights.
For Beatrice, I cherished, you perished, The world's been nightmarished.
Let no one mourn that he has fallen again and again; for forgiveness has risen from the grave.
The fall of the sun, the final verse.
Tears such as angels weep.
When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.
If the composer withholds more than we anticipate, we experience a delicious falling sensation; we feel we have been torn from a stable point on the musical ladder and thrust into the void.
Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled Down through the long loneliness of the world Until we behold the pain, become the pearl
A fall from great innocence
hurts the most to know
that you are now
tainted
The Fall is an offense to human reason, but once accepted, it makes perfect sense of the human condition.
They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
I am not concerned that you have fallen
I am concerned that you arise.
When I say to the Moment flying;
'Linger a while
thou art so fair!'
Then bind me in thy bonds undying,
And my final ruin I will bear!
I toppled off my pyrotechnic tiger and, as I plunge downwards, endlessly as Lucifer, I ask myself: "What is the most miraculous event in the world?" And I answer myself: "I am going to fall into my own arms. They stretch out to me from the bottom of the pit.
May you see drops like stars.
Failure is not the final fall.
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
The earth is rocking, the skies are riven
Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
Many things have fallen only to rise higher.
We perish, when we lose hope.
The sky is weeping for us.
I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
We can shed some light on the possibility of the fall, but the transition to the actuality of it remains shrouded in darkness. Scripture makes not so much a single effort to render this transition understandable
O mortals, how long will you be heavy-hearted? Life has come down to you, and are you reluctant to ascend and live? But what room is there for you to ascend, you with your high-flown ways and lofty talk? Come down, that you may ascend, ascend even to God ...
You are that moment before falling, the falling,
a whir of falling, a wail of falling, the sweet
thud.
If you're going to give me something, give me something I'll miss.
excerpt from: freefalling
God will not be behind-hand in love to us: for our drop, we shall receive an ocean.
Wrath takes hold of you.
The trumpet sounds.
The graves quake.
And your heart
Raised
From the quietness of ashes
Into the torment of flames
Quakes.
the wheel of fate crushes us all
Remember my words, I may again return,
I love you, I depart from materials,
I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.
Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea.
The happiness of the drop is to die in the river.
At first it appeared as if something with wings had fallen from above ... perhaps an angel who had faltered then drowned, in tears of this poor tired world.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face
Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.
We shall perish by guile just as we slew.
I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.'
'I won't let you fall.
Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.
He that pleasure loves must for pleasure fall
But we fall only that we might rise, Alfred. All of us fall; all of us, as you say, screw up. Falling is not important. It is how we get up after the fall that's important.
The skies have been filled with amethyst tears.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
Life is a horizontal fall.
We fall privately before we ever fall publicly.
Moments have fallen from your eyes, like tears written in the wind. There, on the river of knowledge, where you live from your memories.
In Ruin City, in the rain, the sound of melancholy is a buzzing maelstrom of quiet desperation. The shatter has been so great, there is no sound left to despair.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
... So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music shall untune the sky
It constantly happens that the Lord permits a soul to fall so that it may grow humbler.
I lose faith and I lose ground, but then I see you and remember unconditional love.
In visions of the night, like dropping rain,
Descend the many memories of pain
Down in adoration falling, Lo! the sacred Host we hail; Lo! o'er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail.
This rain is tears shed by the souls of the departed.