Quotes About Flight

The Dove Fly your flight my dear dove Sing your song, make it reach the ocean I want my freedom I want to live in peace I want to sing your song To have your wings To be able to fly I want my destiny to leave the path that it is taking now.

On that day so long ago, in the year nineteen hundred and thirty-seven, in the Massacre River, my mother did fly. Weighted down by my body inside hers, she leaped from Dominican soil into the water, and out again on the Haitian side of the river. She glowed red when she came out, blood clinging to her skin, which at that moment looked as though it were in flames.

I began my effort at improving my flight experiences by reading purposefully during my flights. My airplane reading would often be centered on themes. On some flights I would read only newspapers and magazines, catching up on one particular event. On other flights I would read a short novel, and finishing the entire book during the flight would give me a great thrill, as if I'd just flown a cross-Atlantic mission with Amelia Earhart.

Rather the flight of the bird passing and leaving no trace Than creatures passing, leaving tracks on the ground. The bird goes by and forgets, which is as it should be. The creature, no longer there, and so, perfectly useless, Shows it was there -- also perfectly useless. Remembering betrays Nature, Because yesterday's Nature is not Nature. What's past is nothing and remembering is not seeing. Fly, bird fly away; teach me to disappear.

The bird of youth flies away and doesn't come back. Fly, boy, fly!

I don't know about birds nor do I know the history of fire. But I believe that my solitude should have wings

Señor, la jaula se ha vuelto pájaro.

Yo no sé de pájaros, no conozco la historia del fuego. Pero creo que mi soledad debería tener alas.

el ave del espiritu debe liberarse de la jaula racional

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

The pretense of life he has assumed after dodging death and saving himself, after pushing away all those hands stretched out to pull him with them-after pushing them into death. But the premonition, dodging, and flight have consumed him and robbed his life of meaning, leaving only stagnation and lies, a daze this side of death, but that side of life.

I'm a bat, want to see me fly?

I biked over to my dad's flat and emotionally blackmailed him into lending me enough cash to leave the country. On that trip I learnt something very inmortant. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment i boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

On that trip I learnt something very important. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed." (The Beach)

When the soul opens its shell, it liberates the fundamental center that is the spirit. And once born, the spirit spreads its wings and flies with all the freedom of love, going to nestle in the heart where resides true Divine love. Love is God in full flight, and it is found inside our own selves. It is the bird coming back to its nest, the spirit returning to its reality, and the creature to the Creator, all coming together in the domain of the One who is and always was.

Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.

I have been reading about the Neutron Bomb. I want to be like that, radiant and deadly, a ghost of an impact, to pass through walls, to kill everyone, in flight among the empty houses, punching through molecules like a knife through a paper bag.

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Turning on Airplane Mode on your phone DOES NOT make you fly!

Pongo las manos sobre mi corazón y siento que late desesperado. -¿Qué quieres tú? Y me contesta: -Romper tu pecho, echar alas, agujerear las paredes, atravesar las casas, volar, loco, a través de la ciudad, encontrarle, ahuecar su pecho y juntarme al suyo.

Qué mundos tengo dentro del alma que ha tiempo vengo pidiendo medios para volar?

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

I went to the University of Washington as a physics and astronomy major. My other interest, of course, was aviation. I always wanted to be a pilot. And if you're going to fly airplanes, the best place to be is the Air Force.

I'm definitely conscious of time. I already waste so much of it, just on a flight. I look back to when I was 13, and I wish I had stuck with my piano studies.