Fall down seven times, stand up eight.

Jinsei nana korobi Ya oki. Such is life– Seven times down, Eight times up!

Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.

Everyone Falls but only a handful get back up and try again

How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?

And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world in never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.

Many shall be restored that now are fallen and many shall fall that are now in honor.

I think maybe everyone falls... I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

If birth was being thrown energetically up into the air, we aged as we rose. At the height of our ascent we were middle-aged and then we fell for the rest of our lives, the whole second half. Falling might take just as long, but it was nothing like rising. The whole time you were rising you could not imagine what came next in your particular, unique journey; you could not see around the corner. Whereas falling ended the same way for everyone.

Success is failing nineteen times and soaring the twentieth.

When one falls we all fall.

You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtues fall.

"Are we rising again?" "No. On the contrary." "Are we descending?" "Worse than that, captain! we are falling!"