Quotes About Flight

Learning the secret of flight from a bird was a good deal like learning the secret of magic from a magician.

The exhilaration of flying is too keen, the pleasure too great, for it to be neglected as a sport.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyways. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible." You've bee gnomed

De acuerdo con la tradición, Padmasambhava era un ser iluminado que había decidido volver a la existencia en la Tierra para enseñar la doctrina budista. Tenía la capacidad de volar, atravesar

Remember this remember this remember this the next time you think it's over, because some man, or some hope, or some life takes away instead of gives. Remember this and get on an airplane, a small one if possible, because it always works.

I near the practice hall and pause, trying to push down my dread. Though I have trained with Astrid every day, I still have not let go and flown. Each day I wait for her to give up and tell me to leave. Come back tomorrow, she simply says

A while ago in real-time you saw the eagles. And you wished.

Rising up into the air, they took to the sky and flew. From west and beyond west, into the wind and through it, they came past countless moons and suns. One laughed and briefly wore a scarf of raindrops in her hair, and then with wicked feet she kicked a cloud and caused rain to swamp a boat.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.

The 50-minute flights go from Hanapepe Valley to Mana Waiapuna, also known as "Jurassic Park Falls," then on to some of Kauai's most beautiful sites: the Bali Hai Cliffs; the pristine blue waters of Hanalei Bay and the Princeville Resort area (see p. 943); Olokele Canyon; and Waimea Canyon, the dramatically, ruggedly beautiful "Grand Canyon of the Pacific" (see p. 947).

In her dreams, she flies.

I've ridden in a helicopter.

With slow care rather than stealth we must approach the subject of a certain woman. Her wildness is of such degree, I fear approaching her too quickly even in a story. Should I move recklessly, I might startle even the idea of her into sudden flight.

It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged flight.

every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.

All around me there was a great numbness, as if I were sealed in wax ten inches thick. There was no Kvothe, only the confusion, the anger, and the numbness wrapping them. I was like a sparrow in a storm, unable to find a safe branch to cling to. Unable to control the tumbling motion of my flight.

No fickleness in flight like that of wind or women's fancy,

I was like a sparrow in a storm, unable to find a safe branch to cling to. Unable to control the tumbling motion of my flight.

Swallows flew, the scythes of their wings mowing the light.

A palavra de ir-a-pique que lemos. Os anos, as palavras desde então. Ainda o somos. Sabes, o espaço é infinito, sabes, não precisas de voar, sabes, o que em teu olho se gravou aprofunda-nos a profundeza.

Alert your flight teams," he said to Luitt. "Be ready to scramble your V-wings." "What? Why?" Luitt asked, looking from Vader to the Emperor. "The shields are still up." "Likely not for much longer," Vader said. "Do as Lord Vader commands," said the Emperor, putting just enough power in his tone to quail everyone on the bridge.

You define a good flight by negatives: you didn't get hijacked, you didn't crash, you didn't throw up, you weren't late, you weren't nauseated by the food. So you are grateful.

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars.

The Vega Gull is peacock blue with silver wings, more splendid than any bird I've known, and somehow mine to fly. She's called The Messenger, and has been designed and built with great care and skill to do what should be impossible—cross an ocean in one brave launch, thirty-six hundred miles of black chop and nothingness—and to take me with her. It