Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

"‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.

When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.

The past is never where you think you left it: you are not the same person you were yesterday

Places don’t stay where you left them. You go back there, anywhere, and even if it looks exactly how it did before, it’s somewhere else.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

If I run I may fall down and break myself.
But could you not be mended? asked the girl.
Oh yes; but one is never so pretty after being mended, you know.

I was in fractures before. I am in fractures now. But the pieces still form the same broken picture.

I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

If a person gets up after the fall, it’s not physics, but character.