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We have all been thrown down so low that nobody thought we'd ever get up again; but we have been long enough trodden now; we will come up again, and now I am here.
Dropped
and falling
from such
heights
for so
long
that
maybe
I will have
enough time
to learn
flying
Even the bravest can fall.
My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
It's today: all of yesterday was falling
between fingers of light and sleepy eyes,
He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.
Fall and I'll catch you. And that was all I'd ever wanted- someone to catch me.
Just now I had a dream. I'll see you again. I know it. Beneath the falls.
We fall privately before we ever fall publicly.
I feel I'm falling once again
But now there's no one left to catch me
In fall, God is remembered; in rise, forgotten.
No matter what happens in my career, I've always got 'The Fall.'
In the depths of horror and despair, one comes to a new steadiness. There is no farther to fall.
If I must fall, may it be from a high place.
We fell. We got up. We ran.
Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.
Crowley (An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards)
We are fallen mostly into pieces but the wild returns us to ourselves
Below her, fall was just starting to work its magic on the foliage, creating a blaze of rust and amber stretching into the foothills and up the mountains. It was her favorite time of the year and normally she loved this view. Today, it only reminded her of how much she had to lose.
And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall From what high state of bliss into what woe!
Fall has arrived and has already begun to put everything into a deep sleep; flies and other insects have suffered their first setback, and up in the trees and down on the ground you can hear the sounds of struggling life, puttering , ceaselessly rustling, laboring not to perish.
Fall whispered through the window this morning, Hello, I'm here.
The past is the Jabberwock. Forget not the fallen, but beware the jaws and claws. With your vorpal blade going snicker-snack, kill the fucker, as you go galumphing on.
Flying High with the Angels
Falling is a hard thing to do whether you are a Christian or not, but when you are in Christ, it comes with a deep sadness for letting your Savior down.
Though fallen low God raised her up
I will not fall. I have reached the center. I listen to the striking of who knows what divine clock through the thin carnal wall of a life full of blood, of shudderings, and of breathings. I am near the mysterious kernel of things as one is sometimes near a heart at night.
Falling down is a very big subject, and so is the concept of downfall. None of us escapes, and I have had my share of both.
All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
Reed Royal has broken me. I've fallen from the sky and I'm not sure I can get up. Not this time.
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me.
Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.
We need to fall, and we need to be aware of it; for if we did not fall, we should not know how weak and wretched we are of ourselves, nor should we know our Maker's marvellous love so fully ...
I'm falling forward with the force of two years of buried grief, the sorrow of ten thousand oceans finally breaking inside me-
I let it. I let my heart break.
It was autumn and falling stars
Covered the shrivelled forms
Crouched in the moonlight.
Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never to be forgotten, if once fallen on earth, they stand in glittery defloration.
At the fall, we became alienated not only from God and other people but also from ourselves.
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.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
He fell for a hundred years into darkness
paralyzed by the past, caught in the amber of loss.
It is when we fall that we are given the opportunity to rise up and reach new heights.
You see, fallen man, in his pride, either thinks he has not fallen at all or that he can lift himself up, by himself, and make himself righteous on his own merits.
There is no suspension, no whispered prayer for silk to stop my fall. There is only the falling, and it goes on and on, in fierce silence and sharp bursts of breath.
Autumn of the Patriarch,
Strike from the shadows, disapear into darkness
Oh how beautiful to fall to give you flight, to die to give you life, to rest under your sky; and in your enchanted land forever sleep.
Somehow, while I wasn't looking, I fell. And I fell hard.
So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms.
"I'm not fallen," he said roughly.
"Then what are you?"
He shrugged. "Busted.
I've fallen out of favour
And I've fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees
And I've fallen on my face
Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you
When I fall, I fall hard.
We fall many times. But we find strength within to rise again.
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
Let me fall. Let me climb. There's a moment where fear and dream must collide.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
All that falls is not bad.
In 'Falling Skies,' I was playing a soldier and a fighter, and then, when I was taken captive, you're still in this post-apocalyptic world.
You can be noble and brave and beautiful and still find yourself falling.
The first tear drops falling from a depressed sky,
Fall.
My words will guide you
softly
down into
the safety
of my arms.
I am not concerned that you have fallen
I am concerned that you arise.
No one is too great to 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.
I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it,
It was dark, and I was sober,
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me.
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. While you lay on your belly I kneaded the hard edges of your flight. You are a fallen angel but still as the angels are; body light as a dragonfly, great gold wings cut across the sun.
The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart
Fall was slipping quietly into winter
After all, nobody could get out from the dangerous place, something was going bad and I could be felt... (Hidden 2015)
Of course I fall. Yet, I incessantly blame my falls on circumstance so that I can deny my own inadequacy and therefore remain my own god. And so, I am left to ask which will come first, the fall that kills me or the surrender that saves me?
This morn I awoke to the laments of fallen angels.
We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.
You are that moment before falling, the falling,
a whir of falling, a wail of falling, the sweet
thud.
True heroes don't fall. They only encounter temporary setbacks as they forge ahead towards progress.
Anyone can take a false step And fall forever, Everyone is different. Where are they now, all those lost souls?
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.
In every fall, clever man discovers the secrets of further rising!
I'm falling for you too. I haven't fallen. Falling. As in still falling, still in the air, still trying to get used to the idea that I've just nose dived off a cliff with every intention of making sure the landing doesn't break my fall."
"And if it does?"
"Then at least I still jumped.
I already fell - a little too hard if you ask me. Now it's your turn."
"My turn for what?"
"To say you love me so I can close my eyes and fall all the way.
There is no such thing as a fallen woman
you just need to look for the man who pushed her.
I was the climber of a sheer cliff, dragging myself on bleeding hands towards a summit that I'd never reach and sometimes didn't want to reach. The things I cared about were the hooks I'd driven into the rock face. Depression snapped them, one by one, one by one. My only certainty was the fall.
The imagination, like all our faculties, has participated in the fall.
Incessant falls teach men to reform, and distress rouses their strength. Life springs from calamity, and death from ease.
The more you feel you are fallen; the more you fall in love with God.
I will not fall, I will stand tall, feels like no one can beat me.
some angels are destined to fall
Niagara Falls is a magnificent fall of dancing, singing, glowing, and flowing liquid love that exists to reconnect broken hearts.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
Every time I stumbled and fell, something in me hardened, became worse.
By the time I reached the castle gates; I think I was not Lestat. I was someone else altogether.
We all fall in life The question is who gets back up!
I'll never let you fall again.
And if there was no Fall, what then of the need for Redemption? What god was offended and by whom? Some especially touchy cave bear whose skull had been improperly enshrined?
The last wandering
We stumble and fall constantly even when we are most enlightened. But when we are in true spiritual darkness, we do not even know that we have fallen.
The wind is blowing hard around me, the sound is rising in my chest again, and I feel I can fly.And then the branch has shifted under my feet, the deep furrows of the bark have left my back, and I have no time to spread my arms. I am not flying. I am falling.
Many things have fallen only to rise higher.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
How does one balance the fallen and redeemed aspects of life in the artistic portrayal of human experience in the world?
In midair, dangling lost above the world.
In visions of the night, like dropping rain,
Descend the many memories of pain
What do you call falling when the world is standing upside down?