Quotes About Flight

Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University in Daytona Beach, Florida, is the most respected, and probably the largest, commercial flight-training school in the nation, I was informed. It's the Notre Dame of the air.

The jet roared on. After a while Frank gestured out the window. "We're having beautiful flying weather, Joe. Just look at Cape Cutlass down there." Below them, the cape spread out in bright sunlight. Not a cloud blocked their view. They could see every turn and twist of the coast, every cove and inlet, for miles in either direction. The landscape zipped past beneath the wing tips as the plane streaked north. Joe

The brothers set off for the Bayport airfield minutes later and arrived at 2:57. Presently a loud-speaker blared: "Flight 401 from New York is now arriving at Gate 12." Frank and Joe joined a stream of people hurrying out to the apron to watch the plane discharge its passengers. Suddenly

Then birds flew up like a shower of sparks, I followed them with my eyes and saw how they rose in a single breath, until they seemed no longer to be rising but I to be falling...

The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.

De que te queixas, alma abandonada? Porque razão esse voo agitado em torno da casa da vida? Porquê não olhar os longes que te pertencem em vez de lutar contra o que te é alheio? Mais vale o pombo vivo no telhado que o pardal semimorto que, na mão, se debate, crispado de terror.

When I first came out with my fans and the wind hit me, I almost took off.

There are few things that have filled me with such breathless awe as flying in the black of night across oceans and continents and looking out my cockpit window upon the infinite glory of millions of stars.

A thousand woodpeckers flew in through the window and settled themselves on Pinocchio's nose.

I spend most flights staring out into that endless cloudscape and watching the planet drift by below. I never understand people who close the window shade. There's magic out there.

On the second flight, we were doing a lot of science experiments, and we've got a really cool window called the cupola. It's a big, circular window with six panes around, sort of at angles so you can see the Earth, you can see the edge of the Earth, you can go out - look out into the universe. It's pretty spectacular.

On my first flight, I don't know if maybe it's a function of time, or if I was less stressed on my second flight, but just being able to tell what part of the planet we were flying over by the reflected light coming through the window - that was pretty special.

But I have this vivid memory of flying over Borneo down the coast to Singapore. It was a two-hour journey in those days, and I remember looking out the window for two hours at this amazing canopy of unbroken jungle beneath me.

The big mathematical challenge for flying robots is making them move in six dimensions: x, y, z, pitch, yaw and roll. We create 3-D obstacle courses in the lab - windows, doors, hula-hoops taped to posts - and ask the robots to fly through. It looks like a Harry Potter Quidditch match.

God, I love daydreaming out plane windows.

In order to arrive at knowledge of the motions of birds in the air, it is first necessary to acquire knowledge of the winds, which we will prove by the motions of water in itself, and this knowledge will be a step enabling us to arrive at the knowledge of beings that fly between the air and the wind.

My assignment was exclusively in the research field, and my first published paper, On the Optimal Use of Winds for Flight Planning, was the outgrowth of that work.

I like flying to New York from London. It's like a day off for me. No phone or e-mails. Food, wine, iPod, movies, snoozing.

I use a Kiehl's spray when I fly. Your skin gets so dry on a plane. And I always have to have a little glass of wine. I'm French! I have to. It's part of my life.

Dragonflies kill their prey in the air and eat it on the wing. They feed on aerial plankton, which consists of any sort of small living thing that happens to be aloft - mosquitoes, midges, moths, flies, ballooning spiders.

I was crossing the English Channel with a carbon-fiber wing on my back.

The closer the bird is to the surface of the water, the firmer and more inelastic is the uplift of the rising air. The bird appears to almost feel the surface with the tip of its weather wing.

I never did get hit, and neither did any of the leaders that I flew wing for.

I'm like the only Kiwi that can fly, I'm the one with the biggest wing.