Quotes About Hover

In space, you don't really fly. You just don't fall.

But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through the transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise forever.

were these Essays of mine considerable enough to deserve a critical judgment, it might then, I think, fall out that they would not much take with common and vulgar capacities, nor be very acceptable to the singular and excellent sort of men; the first would not understand them enough, and the last too much; and so they may hover in the middle region.

The ability to manipulate the environment thoughtfully provides the capacity to shift our vantage point, to hover above the timeline and contemplate what was and imagine what will be.

A red dragonfly hovers above a backwater of the stream, its wings moving so fast that the eye sees not wings in movement but a probability distribution of where the wings might be

you cannot spontaneously levitate and hover above the ground, whether or not you are seated in the lotus position. Although, in principle, you could perform this stunt if you managed to let loose a powerful and sustained exhaust of flatulence.

Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

The Spirit of holiness and love is also the Spirit of wisdom and knowledge about love; and they are in fact one and the same Spirit: "Truth and love are inseparable wings—for truth cannot fly without love—and love cannot hover without truth

They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this Nation.

doubt lingers around anticipation like bees hover around flowers. [...] the best antidote for doubt is presence.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms. You blush in each other's presence, you both hover in places where you expect the other to pass, you are both a little tongue-tied, you both laugh inexplicably and too long, you become quite nauseatingly girlish, and he becomes quite ridiculously gallant. You have also grown a little stupid.

Thing is, I am not a big fan of hovers. I firmly believe that if man was meant to fly we'd have feathers, rubber bones, or better insurance coverage.

A dropped cat always lands on its feet. Buttered toast always lands buttered side down. Strap buttered toast to back of cat , & drop. The two will hover, spinning inches above the ground ...