Quotes About Flight

Let me fly in your own sky, soaring and grasping your tranquil thoughts, touching your dreams with my sincere prayers.

Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher...

I would fly to the moon with my wings of love so that I could express my lifelong admiration of you.

Spread your wings of love, and let your mind fly to a distant land where love is the air of life.

I love to talk to flowers. They are sensitive. And sometimes I just want to have couple of wings and fly away... Will you ever notice?

Wings that had been growing for years stretched and pushed and I found myself flying.

magpies, jays, sparrowhawks, kestrels, all

What is the hormone driving you to do?" the swarm asked. "Fight, fly, freeze?

While a few pertinent points have to be marked, the general impression I desire to convey is of a side door crashing open in life's full flight, and a rush of roaring black time drowning with its whipping wind the cry of lone disaster.

Esta gaviota vuela sobre el eterno cielo de Hanoi, como antes volaba el agresivo B-52. (de En El País de Vietnam)

Out ahead of them, Arkady began something very like a marching song, chanting lines answered by the other ferals, their voices ringing out across the sky, each to each. Temeraire added his own to the chorus, and little Iskierka began to scrabble at his neck, demanding, What are they saying? What does it mean? We are flying home, Temeraire said, translating. We are all flying home.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

Detached and at ease, I will dart past the Eagle to be free.

Birds fly like birds and a man who has taken the devil's weed flies as such. - As birds do? - No, he flies as a man who has taken the weed.

If I were a seagull I wouldn't have to stick around If people argued- I would fly off, swerve, wheel, dip, scream. a thousand wings of company if I have friends two strong wings of my own If I don't

As the music took wings and began to soar, a movement caught Flavia's eye

The music guided Jonathon back. The notes of the flute were cool and clear: silver, green and blue. The lyre was sweet and warm: honey, damson, and cherry. The drum move the sounds of the two instruments together, into a carpet of many colours. This musical carpet slipped under him and supported him and lifted him with with joy. Suddenly Jonathon was flying. Flying on the music. he was flying over silk. Wrinkled, indigo-blue silk.

You want me to book flights for this afternoon?" Kim asked.

his insistence, George had made reservations for a flight the next day.

When the craft had been airborne about an hour, Nancy became fascinated by the unusual river country landscape. It was like a wide peninsula with a river on each side. To their right lay the wide brown Mississippi and ahead on the left they could see the bluish water of the Ohio.

Frankie watched the soft moths tremble and press against the window screen. The moths came every evening when the lamp on her desk was lighted. They came from out of the August night and fluttered and clung against the screen. To me it is the irony of fate, she said The way they come here. Those moths could fly anywhere. Yet they keep hanging around the windows of his house.

You were the only person who truly told me in that interview that you weren't afraid to fly, that in fact you were afraid that you wouldn't.

Du warst die Einzige, die mir in diesem Gespräch aufrichtig gestanden hat, dass sie keine Angst hat zu fliegen, sondern vielmehr befürchtet, es nicht zu können«

A movie I must have seen 10 times is 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull.' It's an old movie, but still such a beautiful message. If I had only one film I could take on my computer on a desert island, I would take 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull.'