Quotes About Flight

Flutter like a hummingbird, Dive like an eagle, Ain't no bird that's my equal. - Twilight

Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.

An Airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

The greatest weight a bird has to drop before it can fly is fear.

Children dwell in their dreams. Get them the wings and they'll fly.

Don't let a strong wind blow you over, take flight upon it.

No one can realize how substantial the air is, until he feels its supporting power beneath him. It inspires confidence at once.

First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds.

And God stands winding His lonely horn,And time and the world are ever in flight.

When we are high and airy hundreds say That if we hold that flight they'll leave that place, While those same hundreds mock another day Because we have made our art of common things. from At the Abbey Theatre

The trouble with wilderness is that it quietly expresses and reproduces the very values its devotees seek to reject. The flight from history that is very nearly the core of wilderness represents the false hope of an escape from responsibility, the illusion that we can somehow wipe clean the slate of our past.

The heart of standing is that you cannot fly.

Oh he was like them, like those laced-up ladies—warm from wards. A man, he still chewed the nipple, titillation, and risked no freer, deeper draught. Fearless in speech, he was cowardly in all else…ah, to be rich, luxuriant, episcopal…well, he'd conquered that by flight.

Fear is an instinct, like hunger or anger. We need it to help us survive, and it is nothing to be ashamed of. It lets us know whether we should fight or flee.

Fue como cuando en un avión, de repente, a la azafata le empieza a temblar la mano durante el vuelo, ese momento en el que comienzas a pensar que te vas a estrellar.

When you think about flying, it's nuts really. Here you are at about 40,000 feet, screaming along at 700 miles an hour and you're sitting there drinking Diet Pepsi and eating peanuts. It just doesn't make any sense.

To some people, there is no noise on earth as exciting as the sound of three or four big fan-jet engines rising in pitch, as the plane they are sitting in swivels at the end of the runway and, straining against its brakes, prepares for takeoff. The very danger in the situation is inseparable from the exhilaration it yields. You are strapped into your seat now, there is no way back, you have delivered yourself into the power of modern technology. You might as well lie back and enjoy it.

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.

We ought to fly away from earth to heaven as quickly as we can; and to fly away is to become like God, as far as this is possible; and to become like him is to become holy, just, and wise.

Well, it's like that myth about the hero. He made wings out of wax so he could fly, but when he got too close to the Sun, to God, the wax melted and he crashed to the ground.

If God had intended us to fly, he'd have never given us railways.

What god would be hanging around Terminal Two of Heathrow Airport trying to catch the 15:37 flight to Oslo?

I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies, In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies.