A Quote by Andrea Gibson

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. — © Andrea Gibson
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,as if orchards were dying high in space.Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."And tonight the heavy earth is fallingaway from all other stars in the loneliness.We're all falling. This hand here is falling.And look at the other one. It's in them all.And yet there is Someone, whose handsinfinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
Sometimes I wish for falling Wish for the release Wish for falling through the air To give me some relief Because falling's not the problem When I'm falling I'm in peace It's only when I hit the ground It causes all the grief
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.
Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.
...he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.
Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.
But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.
Kings are falling like leaves this autumn.
I didn’t fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I’d fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I’d vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.
I have a feeling I'm falling on rare occasions but most of the time I have my feet on the ground I can't help it if the ground itself is falling.
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.
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.
Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea.
Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
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