Quotes About Wings

Coffee is not my thing, and RedBull is my wing.

ALATE POSTULATEWhen angels were invented, flight required wings

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.

Poetry is enthusiasm with wings of fire; it is the angel of high thoughts, that inspires us with the power of sacrifice.

At evening casual flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as they sink Downward to darkness, on extended wings.

Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.

Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.

Children dwell in their dreams. Get them the wings and they'll fly.

Character and education are the wings you can give your children and they will fly to places where ordinary people cannot go

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?

Humility and purity are the wings which carry us to God and make us almost divine.

Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.

Well, it's like that myth about the hero. He made wings out of wax so he could fly, but when he got too close to the Sun, to God, the wax melted and he crashed to the ground.

That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.

Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.

In a storm there is no shelter like the wings of God.

God knows the angel's wings must have been over us in view of the terrible mortality in all other camps up an down this line which seemed to be being built in bones.

Creativity is a god who comes around only when he pleases, and it isn't very often. But when he does come around, he sits at my desk and folds his wings and I offer him whatever he wants.

The effect of every burden laid down is to leave us relieved; and when the soul has laid down that of its faults at the feet of God, it feels as though it had wings.

Angels are winged with God's power.

God is not an employer looking for employees. He is an Eagle looking for people who will take refuge under his wings.

God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, And gives a little round of deeds and days.

However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.