I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years. Right up until someone kicked me and said "Gotcha!
We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.
All these many-coloured feelings fell... like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.
Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.
Her hair was the color of coffee without cream, and she fell in love with me when I poured sugar on her. Probably.
The rich fop Francis of Assisi was bored all his life―until he fell in love with Christ and gave all his stuff away and became the troubadour of Lady Poverty.
It was the secret to winning any contest, he said, in life or in the boxing ring – you just had to get up more than you fell down.
Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.
Everyone makes mistakes. If everyone fell into the sand after making a mistake we would never get anywhere. We'd all be washed away in the sea, lost forever. Do you understand?
I never fell. I don't care what they say. I'm still doing my job, as I see it.
I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?
She never knew when she trespassed and when she fell in love with Huzaf. Perhaps this is the beauty of love, it doesn't knock. It just creeps in slowly and steadily.
I fell in love with her that day. I realized it when someone told me it was Tuesday.
He’d given up his mortality, his soul, for this moment, this second chance, and if she fell in love with him again, he needed to know it was real.
Now, leave." All three boys slumped forward. Percy fell face-first into his pizza. "Percy!" Annabeth grabbed him.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.
This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.
She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.
She was almost felled to the ground by the extraordinary sight which now met her eyes. There was the garden and some birds. The world was going on as usual. All the time she was writing the world had continued.
I let go of her memory the moment I let go of her hand. She fell over 500 feet to her death.
Sometimes I think I'm an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.
