Quotes About Flight

History is a burden. Stories can make us fly.

Oh my word, three huge ravens just flew gracefully over my head. Beautiful.

Byrn speaks and I understand him without effort, his words as clear as spring water. / Ask a favour of the plover, he says. Borrow her eyes. / Then I am flying through the air, and the flying is his song, and I am / the flying, and his words are golden ribbons scrolling about me, bearing / me along. I see the plover's wing and I am the plover. Suspended. / Above the moor. There is no longer any I, only All. / Simple. Vast. Unknown. / All to be forgot on waking, like dew on a spiderweb.

The Reformation, which had necessitated the flight of the convents and their treasured nun–teachers from England, was a positive disadvantage to the cause of girls' education – unless the girls could go abroad.

crow flies, during that night or early the next morning.

And God said come to the edge. I can't. I'm afraid. Come to the edge. I can't. I'll fall Come to the edge. I went to the edge and God pushed me…….and I flew.

I cried only once during the twenty-one-hour flight. I was looking out the window at the moon and thinking of the last long trip I took across the sky, and of the person who went with me and didn't come back. For a while, it was as poisonous and wrenching as it had been since the day it happened, as intolerable: a crime against nature. Then the grief went back to sleep in my body. And it was again nature herself. Nature. Mother Nature. She is free to do whatever she chooses.

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WOMEN Well, I'll relate a rival fable just to show to you A different point of view: There was a rough-hewn fellow, Timon, with a face That glowered as through a thorn-bush in a wild, bleak place. He too decided on flight, This very Furies' son, All the world's ways to shun And hide from everyone, Spitting out curses on all knavish men to left and right. But though he reared this hate for men, He loved the women even then, And never thought them enemies. WOMAN O your jaw I'd like to break. MAN

Ladies and gentlemen, those flames from the port engines are perfectly normal. The stewardess will be coming around in a moment to serve coffee, tea, or milk. I'm sorry we don't have anything stronger on this flight—regulations don't permit it.

The Great Bird will take its flight on the back of the great bird, bringing glory to the nest where it was born.

I ran then, following the power, ran with joy and a wild, winging certainty, right into the hearth of everything I loved. And there was no earth, no cold, no dust, nor stones nor water rushing past; but only this joy, this singing, awesome flight straight into the soul of God. Into fire.

neuraimai leapt into the air, flinging itself on glutinous wings toward

the sick voice inside her which whispered, Get away from here, get away.

A kite can't really fly free,that's just an expression. In order to soar high in the sky the string of a kite needs to be anchored. If the string breaks the kite drops back to the ground. The kite's freedom depends on it not being as free as he thinks it is.

the first axiom in flight school: takeoff is voluntary, but landing is compulsory.

the lifting against the natural force of gravity of two-hundred-odd tons of airplane and three-hundred-odd human beings to an entirely unsustainable altitude of seven or so miles, and then propelling all without interruption for many long hours, suspended by nothing more than a lately realized principle of physics, high above a cold and highly dangerous expanse of sea.

flight from familiar tedium to new tedium would have for a time the outer look and promise of adventure.

A volte penso che staremmo meglio se fossimo semi di soffione: niente famiglia, niente storia, liberi di volare nel mondo, ciascuno nel proprio batuffolo di lanugine.

CHOR. Denn weder reifen des herrlichen Landes Früchte noch tauchen bei ihren Geburten aus qualvollen Schmerzen empor die Frauen; doch einen zum andern kannst du sehen gleich gut befiederten Vögeln, jäher als unwiderstehliches Feuer losfliegen dem Strande zu des abenddunkeln Gottes.

What is the holding of breath? It is a flight from the Self, it is a temporary escape from the torment of Self. It is a temporary palliative against the pain and folly of life.

The impression left after watching the motions of birds is that of extreme mobility - a life of perpetual impulse checked only by fear.

You can soar with great wings far beyond the sky.

Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. -from Instant Recognition between Strangers