Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool.
I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I’ll never see a tree at all.
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Ancient, woman-centered words and beliefs never, like, fall off the planet. Having long done taken on a life of their own, they – like womankind – evolve, and survive. Chameleon style.
Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be.
Attempt easy tasks as if they were difficult, and difficult as if they were easy; in the one case that confidence may not fall asleep, in the other that it may not be dismayed.
See how fortune deludes us, and that which we put carefully into her hands, she either breaks or lets it fall from her hands, or causes it to be removed by the violence of another, or suffocates and poisons, or taints with suspicion, fear and jealousy to the great hurt and ruin of the possessor.