A Quote by John Marsden

Sometimes I got worried that my memory was falling apart. — © John Marsden
Sometimes I got worried that my memory was falling apart.
There is no opposition party. And the party that is in power is falling apart. Doesn't that kind of mean the country's falling apart? I don't wanna be accused of being an alarmist, but if there's nothing to replace the government with in terms of an opposition party, and you see it all falling down around you, well doesn't that mean that we're all kind of screwed? It kind of feels that way to me. And I'm pretty worried about it, to be honest with you.
Falling apart in a 5K is painful, but it's just pain. Falling apart in a marathon, I believe you lose a year of your life. You complete the marathon feeling utterly defeated, knowing that it got the best of you, and you go home and ask your mom if she still loves you.
Plastic surgery is a way for people to buy themselves a few years before they have to truly confront what ageing is, which of course is not that your looks are falling apart, but that you are falling apart and some-day you will have fallen apart and ceased to exist.
You have two things happening: You have the cultural and economic reality of men falling apart and traditional masculinity falling apart.
so, the whole idea, you see, is that everything's falling apart, so don't try and stop it. when you're falling off a precipice, it doesn't do you any good to hang onto a rock that's falling with you. see? but everything is doing that. and so, again, this is another case of our completely wasting our energy in trying to prevent the world from falling apart. don't do it. and then you'll be able to do something interesting with the free energy.
I am falling apart. My hand is falling apart. I can't shake hands. I had arthritis, and I had an operation for it.
I've either got an acute case of hypochondria or I'm falling apart at the age of twenty-three.
We got a new song called 'Ashes in Your Mouth,' and it is NOT about a joint falling apart.
Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart.
I started writing 'Leaves Of Grass' when my professional life was falling apart somewhat. I just had a movie implode in pre-production. And so I came back licking my wounds to New York, where I live, and started to write a script about a protagonist for whom the exact same thing happened: His life was falling apart.
Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.
Someday no one will remember that she ever existed, I wrote in my notebook, and then, or that I did. Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.
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
That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.
Everything is falling together perfectly, even though it looks as if some things are falling apart. Trust in the process you are now experiencing.
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.
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