Lisa Kleypas Quotes

When you're 13 or 14, sometimes you wake up in a bad place. You feel like everything's out of your control. You don't know what to do.

It's much too late to save myself from falling.

I was up above it. Now, I'm down in it.

Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

I fear that to fall in love with you is to fall from a great and gruesome height.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

we might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. he is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We laugh, we laugh. I'm so far from where I began. I fall, I fall. And I forget that I am.-from Golden Tongue:The Poems of Steven Slaughter

I have given my all Catch me catch me I think I'm gonna fall

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

I feel as if things are falling apart within me, like so many glass partitions shattering. I walk from place to place in the grip of a fury, needing to act, yet can do nothing about it because any attempt seems doomed in advance. Failure, everywhere failure. Only suicide hovers above me, gleaming and inaccessible.

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

I don't fall often, but I fall hard. And when you fall hard, it takes a while to get up.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.