Quotes About Flight

I always figured we were born to fly, one way or other, so I couldn't stand most men shuffling along with all the iron of the earth in their blood. I never met a man who weighed less than nine hundred pounds.

Feel," said Driscoll, his hands and arms out loosely. "Remember how you used to run when you were a kid, and how the wind felt. Like feathers on your arms. You ran and thought any minute you'd fly, but you never quite did.

Sometimes you see a kite so high, so wise it almost knows the wind. It travels, then chooses to land in one spot and no other and no matter how you yank, run this way or that, it will simply break its cord, seek its resting place and bring you, blood-mouthed, running.

El amor volará si lo dejas, el amor volaraá si lo atas

He felt imprisoned in an airplane. In an airplane there was absolutely no place in the world to go except to another part of the airplane.

that you have to be insane before they will let you fly no more missions, but the fact that you want to fly no more missions is proof that you are not insane.

Doc Daneeka hated to fly. He felt imprisoned in an airplane. In an airplane there was absolutely no place in the world to go except to another part of the airplane.

O piloto] Orr era louco e podia ser dado por incapaz. Bastava-lhe pedir, e a partir do momento em que o fizesse deixaria de ser louco e teria de participar em novas missões. Seria louco se participasse em novas missões e mentalmente são se não o fizesse, mas neste último caso teria de voltar a voar. Se o fizesse, seria louco e não teria de o fazer, mas se não quisesse, estaria em plena posse das faculdades mentais e deveria fazê-lo.

The men were perfectly content to fly as manny missions as we asked them as long as thought they had no alternative. Now you've given them hope, and they're unhappy. So the blame is all yours.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

I am a leaf on the wind - watch how I soar

Under our ribs our hearts are bloody stars. Shine on shine on, and horses in their galloping flight strike the curve of ribs.

Words are like wild birds - they will come when they wish, not when they are bidden.

These were no-man's-lands, limbos of a sort, places where language did not prevail and the only protection was flight, if you could run fast enough; or submission if you couldn't.

hovering in the air like a drunken moth.

You are reading while walking, she reads. You can't see your feet. The spread pages glide over the sidewalk, mottled by leaf shadows, by moonlight and streetlight. Over continents of shadow, continents of light. The book is a bird with white wings. You are a bird. Reading, you can fly. You are flying now.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

Having jettisoned all my ballast, I concentrated on escaping.

The engine is the heart of an airplane, but the pilot is its soul.

Why would anyone run unless he was being chased?

A bird that doesn't know freedom doesn't know what wings are for.

The key to the cage is in your wings."

The plane passes close to the sky but fails to land on the clouds. The only way to get closer to God is through charity.

Fly for me, Bird of the Sun.