Quotes About Flight

If he turned and ran, the border would follow, and the moment he turned around, there, one step behind him would be Mexico, staring him down with those eyes -

There is no premature death for a man utterly dedicated to conquest, solitude and vain flight: he is always at an age to die

Although every man believes that his decisions and resolutions involve the most multifarious factors, in reality they are mere oscillation between flight and longing.

The cabbage white flies through the tailor's cheek. The tailor sinks his head. The cabbage white flies out of the back of the tailor's head, white and uncrumpled. Skinny Wilma flaps her handkerchief. The cabbage white flies through her forehead and into her head.

Humans cannot fly, but they can get the flying feeling. All they need to do is go out at night into a wild storm where the thunder roars like applause and the lightning throws itself in daggers of light at your bare feet and you suddenly find you are not afraid.

Learning how to fly, for me, was so euphoric.

Som barn tänkte jag mig alltid själen som en liten fågel. I en illustrerad världshistoria som min far hade såg också att egypterna avbildade den som en fågel. Men en fågel flyger inte högre än luften räcker, och den räcker inte långt. Den hör till jorden den också. I skolan hade vi en lärare i naturkunnighet som förklarade för oss att ingenting av det som finns på jorden kan komma bort ifrån den.

her steed kicks up off the cliff and in to the air. Mine follows. The wild exhilaration of flying hits me, and I grin with familiar delight. Beneath us are the whitecapped waves and ahead the shimmering lights of mortal towns, like a mysterious land strewn with stars.

Papery moths fly above our heads, circling up as though tragically drawn to the light of the stars.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

Palace women like blossoms filled springtime galleries here. There's nothing left now--only quail breaking into flight.

In order to fly, you have to be free.

It's only with mild surprise I find I don't so much read anymore, but rather teeter, wonder, take flight, like Pascal, like Madeline, like Bemelmans, like Lamorisse, like my daughters. Like Robert. Like anyone who has ever started or finished a book, or a love affair, or confused the two, in sweet anticipation of the fall.

the human aspiration to fly." "It's really lovely," said Frances.

So fly Im gonna take off when I leap. Bye.

There's one thing I wish to get straight about this flight. They call me "Lucky," but luck isn't enough. As a matter of fact, I had what I regarded and still regard as the best existing plane to make the flight from New York to Paris. I had what I regard as the best engine, and I was equipped with what were in the circumstances the best possible instruments for making such efforts. I hope I made good use of what I had.

Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see.

I can't get used to the ease with which one covers the world today. It's no longer an effort--Pole--equator--oceans--continents--it's just a question of which way you point the nose of your plane. The pure joy of flight as an art has given way to the pure efficiency of flight as a science.... Science is insulating man from life -- separating his mind from his senses. The worst of it is that it soon anaesthetizes his senses so that he doesn't know what he's missing.

I watched him strap on his harness and helmet, climb into the cockpit and, minutes later, a black dot, fall off the wing two thousand feet above our field. At almost the same instant, a white streak behind him flowered out into the delicate, wavering muslin of a parachute -- a few gossamer yards grasping onto air and suspending below them, with invisible threads, a human life, a man who by stitches, cloth, and cord, had made himself a god of the sky.

On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses.... The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.

they flew He had to spew…

I have always hated flying. The idea of it is an affront to nature. People are meant to stay on the ground.

Better to die in the pursuit of civilized values, we believed, than in a flight underground. We were offering a value system couched in the language of science.

My most memorable design-related encounter was also one of my most life-changing. I met Joyce Rutter Kaye, 'Print''s editor-in-chief from 1998-2008. It was at 6 A.M. on a cross-country flight from New York to Vancouver for the 2003 National AIGA conference.