Quotes About Wings

Then there were those famous wings. Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure?

only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

Freedom was a fantasy she gnawed obsessively in her few moments of leisure, like an old bone with just a trace of meat, and like all illusions, it left her hungrier than before, only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

Two of the band members in Wings walked out in the same week for different reasons, and he never asked why," Henry mused. "You can take from that what you want.

I thought about the ravens, and I spread my wings to fly...

I know she has a secret pair of wings, which she's forgotten how to use. Deep in her heart what she truly wants is to fly again.

Si colocas un rayo de sol entre las palmas de tus manos, se convierte en sombra; si atrapas luciérnagas en un frasco, mueren. Pero si amas como si tuvieras alas, siempre sentirás la emoción de estar suspendido en pleno vuelo.

amas como si tuvieras alas, siempre sentirás la emoción de estar suspendido en pleno vuelo.

I like the idea of taking off like a bird.

Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It's time to pack up the sunsets the dawns and move on.

What escapes you, never leaves you. Everything is a journey of trust. You have to have the kind of faith the flame has for the candle, that the bird has for its wings. Otherwise, our words have no destinations. Otherwise, our words are snakes that swallow our souls. —Richard Jackson, from "Isaac's Consent," Out of Place: Poems (Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)

Hope has wings that make it fly.

It's been said that parents should give their children roots and wings. That was a perfect description of my parents. Even in a wheelchair, my father was a dreamer with his head in the clouds and my mother was the roots with both feet planted firmly on terra quaking firma.

I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.

He turned and went out the back of the kitchen, the midget swaggering behind him. Eddie Tang went with them, walking backward and keeping his eyes on Joe Pike. He stopped in the door, gave Pike a nasty grin, then peeled up his sleeves to show the tattoos. He worked his arms to make the tattoos dance, then snarled and flexed the huge traps so they grew out of his back like spiny wings. Then he left.

Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, With those great careless wings, Nor yet did I.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies, Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you. I feel you within. Unaware of my pain. Not knowing why I mourn. And why I breathe alone.

That's how pixies know we're in love," he said as he folded his dragonfly-like wings and wiggled out of his red jacket, wincing as something pulled. "If the girl has glow, she won't say no.

Holy dust," I murmured, looking for it among the clutter. Jenks's wings hummed and he dropped to hover over the envelope that I'd gathered from the slats under my bed, the only place the pixies didn't clean. It was on sanctified ground, so I figured it was holy enough. And God knew my bed hadn't seen any action lately.

The tight sound of Jenks's wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand of cards, too—looking tiny in his craggy fist—and I rolled my eyes when he threw a card down on the pile as Jenks flew in.

Tears could not be equal, if I wept diamonds from the skies," Jenks whispered, empty and bereft. "My word silent, though I should howl. Muffled by death, my wings can't lift me high enough to find you. I feel you within. Unaware of my pain. Not knowing why I mourn." He lifted his eyes to mine, a glimmer of tears showing. "And why I breathe alone.

On the far side of the human graves. Pink wings in the lowering moon as the earth slipped 'round her silver light. They reached our wall. Our lines were strung. We held our land. What's said is done.

Jenks's wings tickled my neck, and I shivered.

I'm a pixy, Rachel. I may look all tough and stuff, but I got wings, and I know infatuation when I see it.