Legends of the Fall
After the Fall from Innocence the Legend begins.
He was a rock they broke themselves against however much he tried to protect them.
The men of the Ludlow family. A woman's grace brought them together. Then her passion tore them apart.
By Alfred (character)
Stab speak English?! Ha! He wouldn't lower himself to speak English would you Stab?!
By Alfred (character)
Please excuse my father. It makes him feel young and powerful to treat us like idiot children.
By Alfred (character)
I followed all of the rules, man's and God's. And you, you followed none of them. And they all loved you more. Samuel, Father, and my... even my own wife.
By Colonel Ludlow
Indians! Indians were the issue in those days. I can assure you, gentlemen, there is nothing quite so grotesque as the meeting of a child with a bullet; or an entire village slaughtered while sleeping.
That was the Government's resolution of that particular issue and I have seen nothing in its behavior since then that would persuade me that it has gained either in wisdom, common sense, or humanity.
By One Stab
Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness. And they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy... or they become legends.
It's hard to tell of happiness, time goes by and we feel safe too soon.
She was like the water that freezes inside a rock and breaks it apart. It was no more her fault than it is the fault of the water when the rock shatters.
Tristan died in 1963. The moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the North Country, where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between this world and the Other.
I thought Tristan would never live to be an old man. I was wrong about that. I was wrong about many things. It was those who loved him most who died young. He was a rock they broke themselves against however much he tried to protect them.