Quotes About Flight

Dodging harpies in the night with a wraith dangling below me as we fly to a castle full of dragons. What could go wrong?

That was the strangest thing that had happened to me since starting flight school, and I spent my mornings talking to a slug.

Cowardice can imitate heroism if given no where to flee

In space, you don't really fly. You just don't fall.

We take to the skies, Stormblessed," Lunamor said. "We will walk no more in coming days. This is the end.

And we started flying. Sloooooowly. "Yippee?" M-Bot said. "It is kind of a letdown, isn't it?

I told Kaladin, 'I'm gonna fly those Reshi guys up high.' And Kaladin said, 'I don't think that's a good—' but I didn't let him finish, because he was going to grumble

I was wrong though. The hike was longer than I had remembered, and I did manage to get lost. So I was wandering down there, imagining the glory of the awesome battle happening above, when my father infamously broke ranks and fled from the enemy. His own flight shot him down in retribution. By the time I got home, the battle had been won, my father was gone. And I'd been branded the daughter of a coward.

Jorgen Weight stepped into the infirmary, flight helmet under his arm. Perhaps he should have stowed the helmet, but there was no rule requiring it - and he felt good carrying it. It made hime feel ready to fly at a moment's notice. Gave him the illusion that he was in control. - Jorgen; Starsight: Brandon Sanderson, Skyward Series

Spook stood up as nonchalantly as he could, then fled into the night.

Perfectionism is a twenty-ton shield that we lug around thinking it will protect us when, in fact, it's the thing that's really preventing us from taking flight.

Perfectionism is the belief that if we live perfect, look perfect, and act perfect, we can minimize or avoid the pain of blame, judgment, and shame. It's a shield. Perfectionism is a twenty-ton shield that we lug around thinking it will protect us when, in fact, it's the thing that's really preventing us from taking flight.

When we experience shame, our first layer of defense often occurs involuntarily. It goes back to our primal flight, fight and freeze responses.

Our fight or flight strategies are effective for survival, not for reasoning or connection

before himself being shot by the flight's captain.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

It is as if families on the run are shattered by something other than just grenades. The flight and fear tears us apart and those parts land in all kinds of places - we don't even know where. But we always try to find them afterwards.

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.

Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By night star-veiling, and by day Darkening the light and blotting out the sun; Go thou my incense upward from this hearth, And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.

He had never supposed she hadn't wings and the need of beautiful free movements.

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

Onward and away from the self, until the lat substantial particle of the soul be stretched to infinity. In her panic-stricken flight she seemed to bear the whole world in her womb. We were being driven out of the confines of the universe towards a nebula which no instrument could visualize. We were being rushed to a pause so still, so prolonged, that death by comparison seems a mad witches' revel.

the flight which the poet makes over the face of the earth and then, as if he had been ordained to re-enact a lost drama, the heroic descent to the very bowls of the earth, the dark and fearsome sojourn in the belly of the whale, the bloody struggle to liberate himself, to emerge clean of the past, a bright, gory sun god cast up on an alien shore.

Every life moves far too swiftly. A few anecdotes, one or two passages of laughter, a midnight flight of sorrow, and then the end.