“I think maybe everyone falls... I think the asking is whether we get back up again.”
“Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening."I think the asking is whether we get back up again.”
“The longer I live the more I think of the quality of fortitude... men who fall, pick themselves up and stumble on, fall again, and are trying to get back up when they die.”
“It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.”
“Why do we fall? So we can get back up again.”
“I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.”