Quotes About Soaring

I became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath of chimneys, a whispered prayer upon the winter wind. I was silence,and I was music, one clear transcendent chord rising toward Heaven. I believed, then, that I would have risen bodily into the sky but for the anchor of his hand in my hair and his round soft perfect mouth.

I come home from the soaring In which I lost myself. I was song, and the refrain which is God Is still roaring in my ears.

I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

There is something very independent about French balloons - you feel you couldn't make a pet of one.

I became the very air; I was full of stars. I was the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath of chimneys, a whispered prayer upon the winter wind. I was silence, and I was music, one clear transcendent chord rising toward Heaven.

Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much useless and complicated factuality. Its symptoms can be a long-term interest in the weather, or a sustained soaring feeling, or a bout of the stares that you sometimes can not even know about except in retrospect, when the time may seem fogged.

I grew to see my affliction as my gift. When I sang, I soared. I could soar higher than all those hurts aimed at my heart. All I needed was the courage to be me.

I'm terrified of heights, but I think there's something really beautiful about birds and soaring, having a bird's-eye view of the world.

And soon enough, she was sold on the fine art of hang gliding above the busy earth.

Because mountains are high and broad, the way of riding the clouds is always reached in the mountains; the inconceivable power of soaring in the wind comes freely from the mountains

A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

I had always been taught that the pursuit of happiness was my natural (even national) birthright. It is the emotional trademark of my culture to seek happiness. Not just any kind of happiness, either, but profound happiness, even soaring happiness. And what could possibly bring a person more soaring happiness than romantic love.

I like the idea of taking off like a bird.

glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky. They danced high above the trees on the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating side by side like a pair of eyes looking down on San Francisco, the city I now call home.

The two Buddhas were enormous, soaring much higher than she had imagined from all the photos she'd seen of them. Chiseled into a sun-bleached rock cliff, they peered down at them, as they had for nearly two thousand years before, Laila imagined, at caravans crossing the valley on the Silk Road.

They lifted up and drifted beyond the ledge, the world opening up beneath them.

It was like flying.

Fly free with me.

Whenever I dream about flying, it's the best feeling in the world.

The soaring fortunes of the Standard companies made it seem as if the cagey Rockefeller had outwitted the country again.

A large bird, a buzzard perhaps, was circling on high on a current of air, a tiny, soaring point of black, looking for food, of course, as all of us did, in one way or another.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

Just as the terror is experienced as falling, the ecstasy is experienced as rising, soaring—but unchecked, it's the same as falling. So watch for that moment when clarity swerves toward the ecstatic. Catch yourself and return as soon as possible. I mean immediately. The further you soar, the further you fall.