#fallen

They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically. ↗

— Edie Brickell

#back #beautifully #cares #everything #fallen

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in a light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it. ↗

— Maurice Chevalier

#dim #fallen #girl #light #love

Probably having fallen in love with music and movies at a young age and then first learning about writing by kind of following the path of writers like Dave Marsh and Lester Bangs and being a rock journalist. ↗

— Cameron Crowe

#age #bangs #being #dave #fallen

She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants. And then there was Camille. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #jem-carstairs #magnus-bane #tessa-gray #will-herondale

I have been enlightened. I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up. ↗

— Keith Haring

#enlightened #fallen #i #into #me

A raised weight can produce work, but in doing so it must necessarily sink from its height, and, when it has fallen as deep as it can fall, its gravity remains as before, but it can no longer do work. ↗

— Hermann von Helmholtz

#deep #doing #fall #fallen #gravity

He stands erect by bending over the fallen. He rises by lifting others. ↗

— Douglas Horton

#erect #fallen #lifting #others #over

The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen. ↗

— Lee Iacocca

#cannot #fallen #lightning #like #strike

But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #city