Quotes About Wings

Sometimes life gives honey and other times, stings; Sometimes we need roots and other times, wings.

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness, and riches Today, tomorrow, and beyond.

To thee Come I, a poet, hereward haply blown, From out another worldflower lately flown. Wilt ask, What profit e'er a poet brings? He beareth starry stuff about his wings...

poetry is flitting butterfly words leaving inky spots on fragile papery wings

The elation of flying is worth the pain of sprouting wings.

September flits through the year on golden autumnal wings — it lands on the leaves of October which wilt and drift into winter —

More than ever we must move, move, move and constantly create superiority. We'll open up the pitch and we'll look for the wings and then there will be space down the centre.

Desdichado el que, teniendo alas, desciende de las profundidades para buscar el oro, pudiendo remontarse a la altura para encontrar amor y sentimiento!

Be proud!!! You conquered your demons and wear your scars like wings.

It's only after you've taken responsibility of your own happiness. That you can spread your wings that define who you are.

Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left of us then?

Of all the odors of a camp, the smell of bacon reaches farthest in the forest. It needs no wind. It drifts on its own wings. On a still night a fox will sniff it a mile away—twice that far if the air is moving in the right direction. It was this smell of bacon that came to Baree where he lay in his hollow on top of the beaver dam.

You mean other than the wings? I once ate nine snicker bars in a row without barfing. It was a record.

I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.

I need wings, said Total, still sniffling. I need my own wings. Then things like that wouldn't happen. Yeah, that was all I needed. A flying talking mutant dog.

It is my time. The time of maximum ride...

You're a fridge with wings. We're freaking ballet dancers! -Fang

While carefully synchronizing our wings-they almost touched-Fang leaned in,gently put one hand behind my neck and kissed me.It was just about close to heaven i'll ever get,I guess.I closed my eyes,lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely ,utterly trusted.

Fang swerved closer to me, big and supremely graceful, like a black panther with wings. Oh, God. I'm so stupid. Forget I just said that. He needs a Band-Aid, I said. A look passed between me and Fang, full of suppressed humor, relief, understanding,love — Forget I said that too. I don't know what's wrong with me.

Yeah sure,why not?i said,making a mental note to get a good look at his wings. For all I knew, they were remote-controlled and duct taped to his back." -max

I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck." I stared at her. "I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?

you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

You… are… a… fridge… with… wings," Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. "We… are… ballet… dancers.

Fang snapped out his huge wings and shone the penlight under his chin so it raked his cheekbones and eyes. My mouth dropped open: He looked like the angel of death.