Quotes About Wings

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

I'd love to fly. I think that'd be cool.

There are only two words with four letters which can make us fly: Wing and Love.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair; A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given; And death was safety and great joy to find; But dying now, I shall not climb to Heaven.

Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.

Music religious heat inspires / It wakes the soul, and lifts it high / And wings it with sublime desires / And fits it to bespeak the Deity.

One who has imagination without learning has wings without feet. Joseph Joubert may 16 2002

Not horses," he replied, stepping away from his throne. "Birds.

Psalm 132 cultivates a hope that gives wings to obedience, a hope that is consistent with the reality of what God has done in the past but is not

Then in an explosion of wings all the pigeons rose and took to the air. 'Why do they do that?' 'What?' 'The simultaneous thing. One goes, they all go.' 'They must be Catholics.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

It's more convenient to have a hero waiting in the wings than to endure a blowhard standing in the spotlight.

A traveler without knowledge is a bird without wings.

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?

I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.

Love without friendship is like a kite, aloft only when the winds are favorable. Friendship is what gives love its wings.

They were good friends, weren't they? The best of friends. She ought to be able to walk into his room and ask him the reason for his absence this evening—and the reason for his absence from her bed. But she couldn't, because it was all a sham, their friendship, at least on her part, a disguise for her true feelings, an awful solace for not being his one and only. A thing without wings.

Winged lovely moments, can I call you home?

Right here you made an angel of yourself, free-falling backwards into last night's snow, indenting a straight, neat, crucified shape, then flapping your arms, one stroke, a great bird, to leave the impression of wings. It worked.

Every living thing was shunning him. Poor little Peter Pan, he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee.