Quotes About Fly

Listen, whatever it is you try to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you like the dreams of your body, its spirit longing to fly while the dead-weight bones toss their dark mane and hurry back into the fields of glittering fire where everything, even the great whale, throbs with song.

The sky, after all, stops at nothing, so something has to be holding our bodies in its rich and timeless stables or else we would fly away

Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.

I thought I could start over, you see. But now I know you can never start over. Not really. You think you have control, but you are like a fly in somebody else's web. Sometimes I think that's why I like accounting. All day, you are only dealing with numbers. You add them, multiply them, and if you are careful, you will always have a solution. There's a sequence there. An order. With numbers, you can have control….

Peace and Love, get high and fly with the dove.

Age-old heartbreak of this place, your great successes fly away, your failures stick around.

Love is a bird... she needs to fly.

Stones taught me to fly Love taught me to lie And life taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on.

Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation; for now, I've lost the ability to make the sparks fly.

If fishing is a religion, fly fishing is high church.

Never saw the sun shining so bright Never saw things go oh so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my my how they fly Blue days, all of them gone Nothing but blue skies from now on.

but she wrote out some extra words on a piece of paper so Rain could practice reading. Is this a magic spell? the girl asked her. Don't let me get sappy on you, but when you get right down to it, every collection of letters is a magic spell, even if it is a moronic proclamation by the Emperor.  Words have their impact, girl.  Mind your manners.  I may not know how to fly but I know how to read, and that's almost the same thing. -Out of Oz

Against the mutability of dream, the natural laws advocated by our bewigged Enlightenment forebears are powerless. Newton, for instance, insists on gravity and other prohibitions of the physical world, from which (while we are awake) we are never free. But we can fly in dreams.

All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of night-gaunts.

I travel a lot so I do everything I can to keep my skin fresh and hydrated. Whenever I fly, I make sure I have a clean face so I can give my skin a break.

Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?

You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.

All positivity all the time. Learn to fly, even if it's in the Hindenburg.

If the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly down to dust "I'd spend the end with you, "And when the world was through "Then one by one the stars would all go out, "Then you and I would simply fly away.

This was because his badge was attached to his belt in close proximity to his fly, and I didn't want to seem too interested. "Sorry to barge in unannounced," he went on.

My life flies away like a dream: Why should I stay behind?

Exquisite loneliness Bound of mine own caprice I fly on the wings of an unknown chord That ye hear not, Can not discern My music is weird and untamed Barbarous, wild, extreme, I fly on the note that ye hear not On the chord that ye can not dream. — Ezra Pound, from "Anima Sola," Collected Early Poems (New Directions, 1976)