Quotes About Wings

Take care, Friars!" he cried. "If the yearning is broken off for even an instant, the wings become chains again. Stay vigilant, fight, keep the torch of your soul burning day and night. Strike! Forge the wings! I'm going-I am in a hurry to speak to God. I'm going… These are my final words: Strike! Forge the wings!

I want two scars, one on each of my shoulder blades." He shrugged in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Two scars," I repeated, "for where my wings used to be, where my wings were torn away from me.

a flutter of wings rippling the fabric of the night. "Balastair!" chirps a voice. At first he thinks it's Cicero, but it's not, not at all—Cicero is still in the air, still chirping and screeching in alarm. "Erasmus," Balastair says with a small smile. "I've missed you.

Möge ihnen die Liebe für immer ihre Schwingen leihen, so dass ihre Füße nie wieder den Boden berühren.

Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-underwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor sombre like their own species. Nevertheless the present specimen, with his narrow hay-coloured wings, fringed with a tassel of the same colour, seemed to be content with life.

I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

Instead of being a single, downright, bluff piece of work of which no man need feel ashamed, our commonest deeds are set about with a fluttering and flickering of wings, a rising and falling of lights.

Just because I loves you– That's de reason why Ma soul is full of color Like de wings of a butterfly. Just because I loves you That's de reason why Ma heart's a fluttering aspen leaf When you pass by.

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

Why a bird?" Another shrug. "They're free you know? They can go anywhere they want, whenever they want. They can just spread their wings and go.

Y cómo se supone que voy a Berlín? ¿Saco las alas y voy volando?

Alzó el vuelo y se alejó hacia el sol naciente, y sus alas parecían arder a la luz del alba como si estuviesen envueltas en llamas.

There's April in her hair. Motion and stillness. Wings and earth. There are tears, and there is... friendship. There is velvet, and traveling, and distance, bones and blood, summer coming again as it always does, love.

He clears his throat. 'Do you want to go to a movie or something?' The wings stop flapping. 'I can't. I'm sort of under house arrest.' 'Till when?' 'Till pigs fly and hell freezes over.' 'Soon, then.' 'Any minute.

You are spiky spring Humming Summer, wings that beat Back ghosts of winter.

Every time a bell rings, an angel gets her wings.

The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.

A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are

Oni oduzimaju dah jedno drugome" bilo bi najpribližnije, ali pošto njega ve? znamo, a nju ne o?ekujemo ovde, ne?emo sa time oti?i daleko. Oni se dobro znaju, to je jasno. Ono što niko ne može da vidi jesu krila koja on crta iza nje, krila an?ela koga nikada ne?e zboraviti.

The poet is like the prince of the cloudsWho haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,His giant wings prevent him from walking.

The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

Be gracious to me, O God, be gracious to me, for my soul takes refuge in You; and in the shadow of Your wings I will take refuge until destruction passes by. I will cry to God Most High, to God who accomplishes all things for me. He will send from heaven and save me" (Ps. 57:1–3). No

I know intelligent design doesn't exist because whoever gave sewer roaches wings wasn't very bright.

O lady-bird, O lady-bird, With your red coat spotted black! And your flutterings of gauzy wings, Bringing the summer back! And a better hope to me Of a summer I shall see In this heart, with all your beauty stirr'd, O lady-bird, my lady-bird!