Quotes About Wings

Beneath it is a winged heart with a huge sapphire as its centerpiece

When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

Free as a bird It's the next best thing to be Free as a bird. Home, home and dry Like a homing bird I'll fly As a bird on wings. Whatever happened to The life that we once knew? Can we really live without each other? Where did we lose the touch That seemed to mean so much? It always made me feel so free.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.

Sometimes getting hurt culminates into experience if taken gracefully. Experience gives wings to further endeavor. Go for action any way. It is action which counts.

Ill reach for your hand in the cold of winter, Ill reach for your hand in the heat of summer. But if my short life cant reach the dawn of spring, I promise, in heaven, Ill reach you with my wings.

To such beings, such fugitive beings, their own nature and our anxiety fasten wings. And even when they are with us the look in their eyes seems to warn us that they are about to take flight. The proof of this beauty itself, that wings add is that often, for us, the same person is alternately winged and wingless.

And for another thing, though the imagination is easily teased by the desire for something we cannot possess, its wings are never clipped as they would be by a closer glimpse of reality, in these encounters where the charm of the passing beauty is generally in direct relation to their brevity.

of all the seeds that fly about the world, the one with the most solid wings, enabling it to be scattered at the greatest distance from its point of origin, is still a joke.

Please accept this fan with indulgence. If one of the ghosts that have alighted here after flitting through my memory made you weep long ago, while it was still partaking of life, then recognize that ghost without bitterness and remember that it is a mere shadow and that it will never make you suffer again. I could quite innocently capture these ghosts on the frail paper to which your hand will lend wings, for those ghosts are too unreal and too flimsy to cause any harm. . . .

And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sattest brooding on the vast abyss, And madst it pregnant.

She would find something to do in Heaven. There must be something to take up one's time -- some clouds to darn, some weary wings to rub with liniment. Maybe the collars of the robes needed turning now and then, and when you come right down to it, she couldn't believe that even in Heaven there would not be cobwebs in some corner to be knocked down with a cloth-covered broom.

Lend me your wings, bird. I'll spread them and fly on the thermals.

Oh, Hank, " Susan whispered, "their wings are furry.""Oh, James, " Harriet whispered, "their hands are kind.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

The wings of hope carry us, soaring high above the winds of life.

Humanity gives, A Soul to the Universe, Wings to the Mind, Flight to the Imagination and Life to Everything!

I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!

All day you have been on my mind A seagull perched on an old wharf piling by the steely grip of its claws shrieking when any other comes too near waiting for fish or what the tide brings shaking out its long white wings like laundry. All day you have been on my mind a thrift store glamour hat that doesn't fit with a perky veil scratching my cheek with a feather hanging down like a broken tail.

The things that Irish setter cold do! She could scent birds even in dry weather when other dogs just sat down on their haunches and gave up. She could find them if they were hidden in a haystack. She could fly over brush and fences and brooks as if she had wings on her feet instead of feathers.

white bat of a snow spirit beating its wings?