Everything just fell into place with Ronnie and me. We completed each other.
Dad was the first man I fell in love with. He was a very funny man. He grew up in the East End of London and was very dynamic, and I understood why my mother fell in love with him.
They say that it’s rare, and for the longest time, I felt alone being a victim of TSS. It not only left physical wounds but mental ones. I battled PTSD and fell into a dark depression after what happened. I melted into my bed, and life just sort of stopped.
When once I got to America I fell in love with hippie culture, and I’ve always wanted to live in the country and grow organic vegetables.
How terrible would it have been if I had come out with some watered-down version of who I am? People fell in love with the real me, and I still feel blessed that that was how the journey began.
The one I remember is going into London, as it was for us in Essex, on New Year’s Eve in 1981. There were four of us and we’d had a few lagers on the way. One of my mates threw up in the Tube and then stood up and fell over in it. We thought it was the funniest thing we’d ever seen.
I fell in love with reading when I was allowed to choose whatever books I wanted to check out of the library. I was around nine years old when I began choosing my own books in earnest.
Then the Angels came in 1961, and I fell in love with them.
When I was in my freshman year at college I took some acting classes and found that I fell in love with it again.
When I was homeschooled, I fell so behind – months behind at school – because I’m not good at keeping up. And so I had to sit down for literally three weeks to a month and just do all of it. And it was not fun, and I didn’t want to do it, but I had to.
I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.
There’s nowhere you can aggregate more people in one fell swoop than a broadcast network; there’s no place you can build a star quicker than you can on a broadcast network.
I think my dad’s dream really was just to have a good family, treat them well, to keep them together, and he did everything in his power and it just fell apart on him.
The one image that’s been causing a lot of discussion is one image that I shot of a man falling head-first from the building, before the buildings fell down. He was trapped in the fire, and decided to jump and take his own life, rather than being burned.
After President Obama took office, his campaign book ‘The Audacity of Hope’ receded into his past fast. Its sweet, naive, bipartisan ‘let’s reason together’ passages fell away, too.
Nineteen was the first time I really had a real relationship, really fell in love, really had my heart broken, really broke her heart, and sex meant something a little bit different.
Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before – to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.
A lot of people – they might think I fell off, but they don’t know I’m eating. I’m on the West coast, eating. It’s just they don’t hear about me because they don’t see me on the TV. But I’m still around.
I have so many memories of going fishing and camping as a kid, and my dad had season tickets to watch the Marlins – and that’s where I fell in love with the game.
I grew up not liking coffee, even though I’m from Brazil. Then I realized when I moved to San Francisco that it’s not that I don’t like coffee, I just didn’t like the coffee I’d had before. I fell in love with my morning cup of coffee, and my second one at 11 A.M., and so on and so forth.
So much of my sense of who I am is tied to mothering. When they left home, I fell into a huge, empty, black hole. Your children are grown and your career has slowed down – all the stuff that took up so much attention is gone, and you’re left with expansive time and space.
The Berlin Wall wasn’t the only barrier to fall after the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War. Traditional barriers to the flow of money, trade, people and ideas also fell.
As I always said: I fell in with David Jones. I did not fall in love with David Bowie.
I kind of just lucked into and fell into the other profession. It was really just an outgrowth of the fact that when I was in art school, I had no money whatsoever.
I remember once, actually the first race I ran, I fell.
Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.
I didn’t even know what a mark was, but I fell in love with acting.
So I was very close to ordination. I was delighted to be ordained a deacon, which is the last step between, before becoming a priest. But then it all fell apart.
I really like IU… I just think she has the most adorable everything. Her voice is beautiful; she’s talented at writing music, guitar, everything. I fell in love with her when I watched her on that drama ‘Dream High.’ That’s probably when I first really fell in love with her.
I was very young when I saw ‘Gone With the Wind,’ but I fell in love with Clark Gable. And when I got to work with him, I couldn’t believe it. I still had a crush on him. He was quite an old man by then; he must have seen that I was head over heels, even though I was married.
The problem was the journalists who also did not understand much of my music, but they wrote about it. I think you fell into the usual trap laid out by parts of the press and other writers: that the poor musician has always to fight the evil companies and managers.
I fell through a stage once. I was doing a truly African dance, and all of a sudden, I hit the ground with my foot and went straight through the stage. I guess they didn’t have much money, so the floor was kind of rotting.
Plantation gospel music was the stuff I fell in love with when I was a kid – these beautiful melodies and these hard, hard stories.
‘Rocket Science’ is really where I fell in love with filmmaking, I think ‘Camp’ was incredible, but it was so bizarre, and I was trying to find my footing in this world where you don’t have an audience for immediate validation.
I consider myself straight, but if I met a guy tomorrow and fell in love with him, would I be brave enough to accept that without having to change the way I look at myself?
I was born in Coney Island. I like to think I fell out of the womb onto the fun park’s giant Parachute Jump while eating a Nathan’s hot dog.
I was writing fiction in my 20s but in a pretty undisciplined way – late at night, maybe, after I’d peeled myself from the walls of a nightclub and crawled home along the gutters. But I slowly became more serious and more devout in my work, and I fell seriously in love with the short story form.
The first black girl book I fell in love with was most likely ‘Please, Puppy, Please’ by Spike Lee and Tonya Lee.
I think unadulterated products and smaller portion sizes mean consumption of less food overall. Portion is everything. The first time I bought a scoop of ice cream in Paris, they weighed the ice cream on a scale before putting it on the cone. It was so small, it fell into the cone as she handed it to me.
I was a rhythmic and athletic gymnast for a little while. Then, when I quit gymnastics, I fell in love with yoga. So sometimes I think I’d like to open up a yoga studio.
I used to play too with a boy who played a saxophone. We didn’t play no blues, we’d play a lot of love songs – ‘Stardust’, ‘Blue Moon’, ‘Out Cold Again’, ‘Sophisticated Lady’, ‘Stars Fell On Alabama’, a lot of different stuff.
In my case what happened next in 1999 was that I fell apart over that back nine. When I saw I was in genuine contention that year I felt like throwing up. That remains probably the most nervous I’ve ever been on a golf course.
I took Japanese in high school. I’m Chinese, though, and I just fell in love with the language and the culture.
Bell Labs was an astonishing place for many decades, though it fell on somewhat hard times during the telecom meltdown some years ago, as its corporate owner had to cope with shrinking markets.
Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling.
‘The Danish Girl’ was published in 2000. Then it, too, would disappear, as most books do. It fell out of print almost everywhere. I wrote other books and, as an editor, worked on dozens more. Yet always, Lili stayed with me.
I grew up playing guitar in the late Nineties, early 2000s, so a very acoustic-driven pop-rock era, and then in college, I started listening to Jason Isbell and Kacey Musgraves. Then I really fell in love when I discovered really old country, like June Carter Cash – one of my all-time favorites.
Time and time again, as a boy, I was humiliated. I celebrated my first day in long pants by going to a dance where I fell sprawling on the floor, and was so ashamed that I jumped up, ran away and left my girl to get home the best way she could.
They say the music you listen to in your formative years stays with you and leaves an impression for the rest of your life. For me, the things that I fell in love with happened in the ’70s, when artists were nurtured by record companies and it wasn’t about singles.
