Quotes About Flight

Once Africans could all fly because they never ate salt. Many of them were brought to Jamaica to be slaves, but they never were slaves. They flew back to Africa. Those who ate salt had to stay in Jamaica and be slaves, because they were too heavy to fly.

If profanity had an influence on the flight of the ball, the game of golf would be played far better than it is.

Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry" Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned to pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, white, and slow. There came a moment that you couldn't tell. And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

I can't, I can't, I can't help hearing, I can't help seeing. I can't help it unless I run away.

A bird-of-paradise woman paused in her flight to be astounded. "Yah, you stupid or something? That's the Love Police, you know?" "The what?" "Fug! You are stupid! Never heard of West One?

On she flew, through the place of the spirit powers, which, in their wisdom or their folly, had stooped low to touch the earth and bring the Compassionate Society out of the chaos of the Break.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

Cada uno vuela con su propia especie: paloma con paloma, halcón con halcón.

He had forgotten how to soar upon the wings of his soul...

A soul can finally fly free as a bird only after its energy is lighter and has been purified.

Une fois dehors, il aperçoit dans les airs une forme noirâtre, aux ailes brûlées, qui dirige péniblement son vol vers les régions du ciel. Ils se regardent tous les deux, pendant que l'ange monte vers les hau-teurs sereines du bien, et que lui, Maldoror, au contraire, descend vers les abimes vertigineux du mal...

Our life is just a bird, which flies into illuminated window, and then flies away, again, into the darkness

Your life is just a bird's flight through a lit room. You pass from infinite darkness into endless night, with only a short time in between.

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

In freedom you form in utter disgrace, the bars of my prison this night. While you drift on currents of seraphim heights, it is I who deserve to take flight.

I long to drift through turquoise skies; race the wind in rampant flight. Ruddy chains have framed my eyes, they seize my heart and stain the light.

If only I had feathered wings, that could bend and curve and reach, beyond imagined dreams, unhindered by the weight of earth.

Between the thermals, downdrafts, and quirky winds, I wasn't sure how anybody kept the things aloft except with a liberal application of positive thought.

Just enough time to make the announcement and answer a few questions." Vic joined him. "But not too many." "And then run out the door." He shook his head. "Flight being the better part of valor in politics.

It must take some courage to fly, to trust the wind to hold you as it lifts you away from all you've ever known. To know inside that you're heading where you're meant to go—even if you've never been there before. And that 'I hope so' will be enough to get you there.

If I fall out, pull this ring? What happens then? I sprout wings and fly?" -Spader in "The Never War

When you're flying off soft keys on a touch screen it's a totally different feel, and a lot of muscle memory is lost. There is that delay when you look at the screen and input a command before it's executed, versus something instantaneous when you move the stick.

When you're in a fighter jet and there's a dark layer of clouds with just one blue hole with the sun going through it, you shoot for that hole. You go vertical into the light, and suddenly, instead of gray and dark, it's light and blue. You are totally connected with the elements. You are in another world.