Quotes About Flight

Then I was flying down the hill, with Jamie just before me, arms flung wide, the two of us flying together on that same wind.

I want a dragon.

Be courageous, we say, but no one is courageous, as a sound we do not hear lifts the birds off the water.

again he begs his victim to flee for his life.

Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, gushing effusion, with a vile overflow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurance in life.

Believe me, expression is insanity, it arises out of our insanity. It also has to do with turning pages, with hunting from one page to the other, with flight, with complicity in an absurd, solidified effusion, with a vile over flow of verse, with insuring life in a single sentence, and, in turn, with the sentences seeking insurance in life.

Leonard pointed up, one of the most remarkable photos, taken by the astronauts of Apollo 12 on their flights around the Moon, portrays what is referred to as Super Rig 1971 (NASA photo 71-H-781) and which is very similar to another photo of a similar Super Rig (NASA photo 66-H-1293) taken five years earlier.

numbers) unambiguously show "airborne" objects near the lunar surface: NASAApo110 11 photo, No. 11-37-5438 clearly showing a luminous cylindrical-shaped object in flight above the lunar surface and exhibiting an high-altitude contrail.

NASA Apollo 11 photo, No. 11-37-5438 clearly showing a luminous cylindrical-shaped object in flight above the lunar surface and exhibiting a high-altitude contrail.

Voli pindarici! Voli pindarici! Ma per nulla non si diedero l'ali alle rondini, il guizzo al baleno, ed alla mente umana la sublime istantaneità del pensiero.

Ich glaube, dass die Angst die man hat, wenn man an einem Abgrund steht, in Wahrheit vielmehr eine Sehnsucht ist. Eine Sehnsucht sich fallen zu lassen- oder die Arme auszubreiten und zu fliegen.

To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in a place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and when in which you vanished.

A conversation with Miss Zwida would lead me inevitably to talk about seashells, and I cannot decide what attitude to take, whether to pretend absolute ignorance or to call on a remote experience now vague; it is my relationship with my life, consisting of things never concluded and half erased, that the subject of seashells forces me to contemplate; hence the uneasiness that finally puts me to flight.

There: the white butterfly has crossed the whole valley, and from the reader's book has flown here, to light on the page I am writing.

Soon space became filled again, and dense, like a vineyard just before vintage time, and we flew on, escaping from one another, my galaxy fleeing the younger ones as it had the older, and young and old fleeing us.

To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in any place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and the when in which you vanished.

Volare è il contrario del viaggio: attraversi una discontinuità dello spazio, sparisci nel vuoto, accetti di non essere in nessun luogo per una durata che è anch'essa una specie di vuoto nel tempo; poi riappari, in un luogo e in un momento senza rapporto col dove e col quando in cui eri sparito.

I had a flight trainer who is one of the biggest and most famous helicopter pilots the world.

Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings.

You shall be distinguished overseas by your colourful plumage, graceful flight and beautiful songs. There are so many lovely features that will make you conspicuous among the flock.

I saw a spaceship fly by your window. Did you see it disappear?

If you are made for flight, intended for it, you had better find a pursuer, fast. Otherwise, all that fleeing is going nowhere.

Maybe she should give up. Not by turning herself in, but by flying away. Travel back across the Atlantic. Become a Canadian. Live a tranquil life in the 'burbs of Toronto. Marry a bland businessman who drank Molson and followed the Maple Leafs.

Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?