With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their…

“Here a few poor and stunted flowers stood with drooping heads, like a convent of consumptive girls, waiting for a ray of sunlight to…

— Théophile Gautier

“With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling…

— Charles Dickens

People think edges are bad, but they are really there to keep up from falling to pieces. They don't hold us back, they hold…

— Lisa Mangum

The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.

— Anonymous

When the world around you is falling to pieces. Invite yourself into a new world that you have invented and can't be touched.

— Jan Hellriegel

“His chest, heaving harder this time. His words, almost gasping this time. “You destroy me.” I am falling to pieces in his arms. My…

— Tahereh Mafi

“What's going on? Not much. My mother's falling to pieces, my sister is a selfish bitch and my father's committing slow suicide for sake…

— Karen Miller

“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? And what am I supposed to say when I'm…

— The Script

Out of the west came Lincoln, and all that he had he gave to the preservation of the Union that had been bought so…

— Gutzon Borglum

“You can't cure people of their character,' she read. After this he had crossed something out then gone on, 'You can't even change yourself.…

— M. John Harrison

“The novel belongs to our parents, I thought then, I think now. That's what we grew up believing, that the novel belonged to our…

— Alejandro Zambra

“I can now see everything falling to pieces before my eyes.”

— Ian Curtis

“...Something I had seen as slid–not perfect, but solid–was suddenly crumbling. I felt like I was falling to pieces right along with it.”

— Sarah Dessen

“a repository sounds like a place for storing furniture when you bash off to some other station. I suppose an Englishman could say that…

— Paul Scott

“My longtime broken heart was breaking again, shattering, falling to pieces and disintegrating. And in its place was a brand new heart. Like a…

— Madeline Sheehan