A Quote by Robert Charles Wilson

Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere. — © Robert Charles Wilson
Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere; and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing; and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville- great Casey has struck out.
There is land in Colombia, fortunately, for everybody. We don't have to expropriate land from people who are cultivating that land legally.
They took all our land; I don't have any land to toil. My crops have to grow somewhere else.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate; He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville, mighty Casey has struck out.
America is neither free nor brave, but a land of tight, iron-clanking little wills, everybody trying to put it over everybody else, and a land of men absolutely devoid of the real courage of trust, trust in life's sacred spontaneity. They can't trust life until they can control it.
I have always felt that a lot of the most interesting work, not just mine but other people's, falls into [the] nether area, somewhere between the worlds of documentary and photojournalism (two very vague words) and the world of art. I think a lot of street photography falls into this nether area.
You know, everybody has setbacks in their life, and everybody falls short of whatever goals they might set for themselves. That's part of living and coming to terms with who you are as a person.
This land is your land, this land is my land, From California to the New York Island. From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me.
In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.
The Puritans nobly fled from a land of despotism to a land of freedim, where they could not only enjoy their own religion, but could prevent everybody else from enjoyin his.
Everytime a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Every time a child says I don't believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
I think that ideas exist outside of ourselves. I think somewhere, we're all connected off in some very abstract land. But somewhere between there and here ideas exist.
Somewhere in the land, a monster lurked.
Hit it hard. It will land somewhere.
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