Quotes About Flew

Stop that! What were you doing, perched on the window ledge like a big chicken? Despite his aches and irritations, he couldn't help but grin. I prefer to think of myself as a more noble bird, like a hawk. I'm sure you do. But you flew like a chicken than any hawk I've seen.

But totally unexpected at the high altitude at which the bombers flew was a 140-mile-per-hour wind. They were blown with it over the target and their ground speed was therefore nearly 450 mph, impossible for the bombardiers.

Just look at that beastly duck cooking at my stove! Cried Mrs Gregg as she flew past the kitchen window. How dare she!

slithered across the slippery decks, which flew up and plunged down below their

The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it flew over Loafers' head.

I was so scared the first time I flew the flight attendant called me Whitey.

Sasha and Ren exchanged a bemused stare. I don't drive, they said simultaneously. Her heart sank. Of course they didn't. Ren flew as a bird and Sasha did that flashing thing. When would they need a driver's license?

LXV [Once, I knew a fine song] Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me,— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, "Come back, little thoughts!" But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky.

flew out and bit him in the neck. Let him alone, said the mother, he is not doing any harm. Yes, but he

Cream and amber butterflies flew intermittently from behind the hedgerows and strange, exotic smells hit their noses.

History's kaleidoscope worked its permutations, its pace ever faster, approaching some unknown crescendo. Patterns changed and warped and flew apart, each chip of light a human life.

there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters

Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew.

Small bits of life crawled and flew about the ward on ancient business.

In the sixteen-o'clock dream it was an impossible mongrel of bicycle and ornithopter, but it flew, oh, yes, it flew, banking and swooping between the thunderous gray monoliths of the arcologies and co-habs; oh, it flew. Huge, slow-beating wings feathered the air as she looked down into the rain-washed streets aswarm with faces.

Perhaps the whisper was born before lips, And the leaves in treelessness circled and flew, And those, to whom we impart our experience as bliss, Acquire their forms before we do

I spoke about wings You just flew I wondered, I guessed and I tried You just knew