Quotes About Flight

I just wanted to fly, for that one weightless minute of time streaking through the sky. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced.

Error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven They fade, they fly--but truth survives the flight.

A feather when viewed separately may seem like only a feather, But when seen through the eyes of truth it is a sacred instrument that lifts a bird in flight.

I thought, I fanced, that in a moment, I would be standing on nothing at all, and for the first time in my life, I needed the wings none of us has.

Sammy dreamed the usual Brooklyn dreams of flight and transformation and escape. He dreamed with fierce contrivance, transmuting himself into a major American novelist, or a famous smart person, like Clifton Fadiman, or perhaps into a heroic doctor; or developing, through practice and sheer force of will, the mental powers that would give him a preternatural control over the hearts and minds of men.

The foolish coyote faith that could keep you flying as long as you kept kidding yourself that you could fly.

Some people come to the edge of the cliff and they look over, then run away in fear. They never realize it's possible to fly, to soar, to be free. They spend their lives crawling along cliff tops without finding the courage.

Silently descending were three massive apelike creatures, borne on great leathery wings. Shaarilla recognized them and gasped. "Clakars!

KuÅŸlar ölü dallara konmay? tercih ederler, biliyor musun? Çevrelerini daha iyi görebilirler öyle. Ä°stedikleri yöne uçarlar.

KuÅŸlar ölü dallara konmay? tercih eder, biliyor muzun? Çevrelerini daha iyi görebilirler öyle. Ä°stedikleri yöne uçarlar.

KuÅŸlar ölü dallara konmay? tercih eder, biliyor musun? Çevrelerini daha iyi görebilirler öyle. Ä°stedikleri yöne uçarlar.

KuÅŸlar ölü dallara konmay? tercih eder, biliyor musun? Çevrelerini daha iyi görsünler diye. Ä°stedikleri yöne uçarlar.

I stared at them for a good long time, wondering if they didn't know how to use their wings, of if they just didn't know they had them, until it was too late to save themselves.

Anytime I fly anywhere, I think... well, this could be it. I try so hard not to think like that, but I just can't get my head around the concept that this gigantic piece of machinery is 35,000 feet in the air, and I'm sitting in it.

The next night I got on an airplane, and flew to New York and looked into acting schools. Four or five acting schools. One of which was the Neighborhood Playhouse, which I started at six months there after.

I think a benefit is that we try to put it up in a short time. From the decision to do this mission until we fly, it's six months and one week or so, so it's a very short time.

I made about fifty-four dollars a week and spent it on two flying lessons every week at the age of sixteen and was able to get a license then pretty early and knew that that's what I wanted to do, some kind of a career in aviation. I did know about space flight, but at that point, it was still pretty far out there.

If I could have a special power in real life I'd love to fly.

I would actually love to fly. I think that that would be probably the most exhilarating feeling, and as close as you can get to true freedom.

If falling in love is like taking off or flying, then love is like landing.

It was a love of perpetual flight.

Your love has a broken wing if it cannot fly across the sea.

Birds and the people who love freedom have something common: They must fly freely to feel that they are alive!

Here are instructions for being a pigeon: (1) Walk around aimlessly for a while, pecking at cigarette butts and other inappropriate items. (2) Take fright at someone walking along the platform and fly off to a girder. (3) Have a shit. (4) Repeat.