It will be noted, in passing, that in this falling dream which is so familiar to you and me and all of us, we never strike bottom.
We never have this sense of falling when we are wide awake.
He fancied even then that the cooling of the body might account for this, but what disturbed that idea was the fact that the ash was falling
only from the end of the cylinder.
But, if we were all falling together, it couldn't be trying to fall any quicker, you know: for, if I let go, what more could it do than fall?
Then of course the house goes faster than its natural rate of falling: but the furniture--with our noble selves--would go on failing at their old pace, and would therefore be left behind."
"How do you know it wasn't a drop of water falling
off the ceiling on him?" asked Gub-Gub.
"We are falling
so slowly that we can't be dashed to pieces when we land, and this country that we are coming to seems quite pretty."
There were houses on the other side of the river on fire, and scarcely a moment passed without the crash of a falling
Perhaps he was really sitting on a wagon, but it might very well be that he was not sitting on a wagon but on a terribly high tower from which, if he fell, he would have to fall for a whole day or a whole month, or go on falling
and never reach the bottom.
You have heard of beautiful young ladies falling
in love at first sight, and have thought it natural enough.
Another Rule of Battle, that Alice had not noticed, seemed to be that they always fell on their heads, and the battle ended with their both falling
off in this way, side by side: when they got up again, they shook hands, and then the Red Knight mounted and galloped off.
And then I leapt up, desperate with the pain; and, with my tortured hands spread wide to balance me, I walked those few yards, between rising sea and falling
fire, and falling
sea and rising fire, as an acrobat walks a rope, and by God's grace without mishap.
Snow had been falling
all night, making the roadway, uncleared as yet at this early hour, very heavy for the horses.
For four generations your royal predecessors disputed about possession of that island, without falling
Four little names, one on each lid, Carved out by a boyish hand, And underneath there lieth hid Histories of the happpy band Once playing here, and pausing oft To hear the sweet refrain, That came and went on the roof aloft, In the falling