. . children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
I'm not the first person to have said this - no writer ever feels that the execution of a book lives up to the idea for that book. The execution always falls short.
If someone falls down, pick them back up. Just because there's not a frickin camera in your face doesn't mean you don't have to look out for each other.
He who falls in love in bars doesn't need a woman all his own. He can always find one on loan.
Man falls from the pursuit of the ideal of plan living and high thinking the moment he wants to multiply his daily wants. Man's happiness really lies in contentment.
And it falls to a true leader to see to it that his or her people have an inspiring vision to pursue.
It's not to much fun to know yourself too well or think you do - everyone needs a little conceit to carry them through & past the falls.
If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil.
Night falls fast. Today is the past.
Right to privacy is really important. You pull that brick out and another and pretty soon the house falls.
All the scholastic scaffolding falls, as a ruined edifice, before a single word: faith.
A man who smiles when he falls gives the Devil a good slap!
The end of democracy and the defeat of the American Revolution will occur when government falls into the hands of lending institutions and moneyed incorporations.
How noiseless falls the foot of time!
When one practices discipline and moves from the beginner's territory to immovable wisdom, one makes a return and falls back to the level of the beginner.
Music forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you're free. But a few measures more, and the cloak of time closes back around you.
When our world falls apart and we have no more faces to wear - that’s when it’s beautiful, and that’s when we change.
What I've discovered is that in art, as in music, there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It's the moment that the audience falls in love.
To me, when something is classic, whether it came out today or thirty years ago, it falls all in the same pot.