Quotes About Flying

then sat down to do what every galactic hitchhiker ends up spending most of his time doing. They waited for a flying saucer to come by.

La guía dice que volar es un arte; o más bien un truco. El truco consiste en aprender a tirarse al suelo y fallar.

The Guide says that there is an art to flying,' said Ford, 'or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.' He smiled weakly. He pointed at the knees of his trousers and held his arms up to show the elbows. They were all torn and worn through. 'I haven't done very well so far,' he said.

But then a bumblebee bumbled above us and it stole our attention the way flying things can.

But then a bumblebee bumbled above us and it stole our attention the way flying things can. Mom... Dad... I'm okay. I am not being starved, or beaten, or unnecessarily frightened.

But that was beauty, of course—some vague, fancied picture of a woman flying through the night with white draperies streaming out behind her… Something like the figurehead of a ship—only not so solid… not nearly so solid…

I liked flying, when I got into it, loved it. And I found I was very good at it. I'm not modest about the fact that I was a good pilot.

My 3-year-old daughter told my wife she doesn't think I'm a pilot anymore because I don't fly. That was crushing.

I wanted to be a pilot. I loved flying and I loved all the technology and the equipment and the sense of adventure that came with it. I think that feeling still bleeds over into everything I do today.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.

With the wind blowing through the windows, we all had to remove our caps. My hair was whipping around my face. I heard a screech from the front of the bus. Tiffany, learning to deal with flying hair.

I think comics are really - superhero comics are at their best and most primal when they're about joy and flying, and about escaping the gravity of the world. But, at the same time, that's not to say all stories should be happy.

I want to create a superhero... which everyone will say that we have a superhero called 'A Flying Jatt'.

I think superheroes are about flying. They're not about moping.

Superman don't need no seat belt.

Well, 'aerospace' was really not a name in my young life. Flying airplanes was. And I got my first try at flying - just pure flying - by flying my 'Superman' cape off my daddy's barn when I was about 5 years old.

I could not claim them because I was not supposed to be flying in combat.

The thought of flying here and rocketing out, it's just surreal, it really is. I wake up and I go, 'I really am at Kennedy Space Center.'

By the way, it had to happen – a Great Schism has already occurred, resulting in the Reformed Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.35

Who in their right mind doesn't like flying?" Jack asked, with a quirk of his eyebrows. "Army, Navy, and Marines, sir." "And there's a reason they're not on my team, Captain. I believe I did qualify it with right mind.

I've always found cherubs a bit sinister. The idea of winged babies flying around with no nappies on seems like an accident waiting to happen. There would be shit everywhere. If I saw a cherub flying about in real life it would terrify me, whereas a Cyclops, which is another mythical being, wouldn't scare me at all, as it's just a bloke with one eye. He'd be registered disabled and get a decent parking space in today's world.

Fall?" he repeated. "Say more like flying, as if someone threw you. What  .  .  . was that?" I chewed on my words before I let them out. "I  .  .  . sometimes have little disagreements with  .  .  . um, with reality. And physics.

Of course, the wind sort of swept up and the music was flying around in mid air and they were trying to play off it. You had to be there. It was quite funny.

Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.