Quotes About Fly

I think L.A.'s terrific. You fly an hour and a half and you're in the mountains in three feet of powder. I also think it's a much better city if you're working as an actor. If you're not working and you don't see your dreams coming true, there can be a lot of heartache.

I think it's a privilege to be able to fly to somewhere where people want to see my show.

Forgetting: that is a divine capacity. And whoever aspires to the heights and wants to fly must cast off much that is heavy and make himself light--I call it a divine capacity for lightness.

I'm not ashamed to say I fear something. Besides me having a fear to fly, I also don't want to scare other people. When I'm on a plane, I don't want to freak out everyone else, too.

I think in places like Pennsylvania, there's folks who want our next president to talk like a hawk, but fly like a dove.

Sometimes he felt priveleged being part of Maycarpe's magical machine, but at other times, he felt like a fly caught in the grease of the cogs, who would presently be ground up by the inexorable, slowly turning metal.

She was like a feather on her father's arm. He might forget what she was and accidentally brush her away, or wind would come and she'd be blown high, high up into the ancient arches, where a colony of gargoyles was frozen against the walls. She'd hang there, watching herself walk towards her fate, and then she'd just fly away, out into the endless sky, turning and turning.

Searching for nothing Wondering if I'll change I'm trying everything But everything still stays the same I thought if I showed you I could fly Wouldn't need anyone by my side I'm running backwards With broken wings I know I'll die

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

Love must have wings to fly away from love And to fly back again.

These are moments of love and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when we will fly! Fly together in the azure blue sky!

On angel's wings, love flew in.

What you do at the pulpit would be considered lunatic behaviour on the street. You can't go around terrorizing people and making them feel small and shitty and then call them evil when they destroy themselves. You will never walk down a street and feel a lightness come over you. You will never fly.

That was the day I most remember, now that I fly over battlefields and the screams of dying men echo up to me as fate falls like soot from my gray wings.

Wishes left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes.

Le poete est un animal marin qui vit sur terre et qui voudrait voler.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly the air. –

YOU! You're boring! You're not even good enough for a good insult! You're in the one place Where magic is always real! Part the seas if you want! Rain down ink and blood! Transform! Fly! You're not allowed to spend the rest of your life panicking! You've got to give something back if you want to get out of here! What? What?? What do I give? You've got stories in there, I know, I can smell 'em-- Stoppit, stoppit! I don't! I can't tell a story to save my life! Funny you should put it that way.

I walked back to the living room and found my father asleep on the sofa, his round mouth pursed and tightly shut, his breath filtering softly through his nose. A single fly, its armored back an oily, metallic green, was dancing a circle on his chin. What he'd brought home from work.

As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care. Woman? Hmmm? What's your name? Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse. Thank you, Sookie. Welcome, Eric.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

I'm from Miami. Everybody knows how the girls in Miami is fly.

This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly

The days began to fly now, and yet each one of them was stretched by renewed expectations and swollen with silent, private experiences. Yes, time is a puzzling thing, there is something about it that is hard to explain.