Quotes About Flight

You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards -Secret Life of the Bees

A worker bee is just over a centimeter long and weighs only about sixty milligrams; nevertheless, she can fly with a load heavier than herself.

The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

When a bee flies, a soul will rise

the egrets lifting out of the marxh carrying the light on their backs.

the sky dark with wheeling birds.

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

They sounded frantic; he imagined them driven into the night by a force stronger than hunger or love, flying blind, scared stiff but having no choice in the matter.

You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.

the generations broken, the family broken, to be repaired like a dropped pot or snarled ark of reeds, that unshakeable Jew belief in continuity, narrative, plot, in plopping myself in creaky unreclinable chairs around tables of prickly leaves to commiserate through recitation: flight into Egypt, plagues, flight out of Egypt, desert and plagues—a travail so repeated without manumission that it becomes its own travail, and so the tradition is earned.

helicopter blades purled the air

A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.

Dora erhebt sich vom Küchentisch und lässt eine Fliege ins Freie, die schon seit geraumer Zeit an der Schreibe brummt. Taumelnd schwebt das Insekt durchs Fenster, irgendwie unbeholfen, als wäre die Idee von Freiheit nur schön, solange man eine Fensterscheibe hat, die einen aufhält.

I know it's insane to think that I could fly. But to make it possible, you truly have to believe in it - to go to a place that's not accepted.

For cleverness and wisdom are as different as are the circuitous passages of a labyrinth and the straight, upward flight of a bird.

ALBA from "Langue d'Oc" When the nightingale to his mate Sings day-long and night late My love and I keep state In bower, In flower, 'Till the watchman on the tower Cry: "Up! Thou rascal, Rise, I see the white Light And the night Flies.

Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

Between my shoulders, my full and golden soul takes wing. The April sky turns my eyes indigo.

Don't lose your head," screamed the pheasant. And at the same time his voice broke in a whistling gasp and, spreading his wings, he flew up with a loud whir. Bambi watched how he flew straight up, directly between the trees, beating his wings. The dark metallic blue and greenish-brown marking son his body gleamed like gold. His long tail feathers swept proudly behind him. A short crash like thunder sounded sharply. The pheasant suddenly crumpled up in mid-flight.

Em dia de S. Miguel passou acaso voando por cima de nós um milhano, quo vinha de trás de um cabeço que a ilha fazia contra a parte do sul, e peneirando no ar com azas estendidas, lhe cahio das unhas um mugem fresco, de quasi um palmo do comprido, e dando junto d'onde estava Antonio de Faria, o fez ficar um pouco confuso e indeterminado,

por onde ella logo com medo fugia para a concava funda da casa do fumo,

birds do not fly because they have wings, but they have wings because they wanted to fly; result of the "Push of the emotional wish.

The queen bee's life is totally overrated. All she does is lay eggs, lay eggs. She takes one nuptial flight. That one stuns her with enough fertile power to be trapped in the hive forever. The workers—the sexually undeveloped females—have the best life. They have fields of flowers to roll in. Imagine turning over and over inside a rose.

And we took off-whoosh-into the night. Through the clouds, we hurtled up into the sky. And this man farted. I will never forget it as long as I live. Not only was it the worst fart, it was the longest. Maybe, it was the position he was in, he had squeezed his ass all up. But he was kinda leanin over and pointing his ass up toward me. And it made the strangest noise. It was like cloth tearing.