Quotes About Flight

The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The winged shaft of fate.

You cannot fly like an eagle with the wings of a wren.

If the plane moves, some turbulence, I am nervous flyer.

I don't like to fly. What's it called when the plane shakes? Turbulence, takeoffs... I grab my chair, close my eyes, count to 30, breathe, and pray.

Flying is awful, there's nothing to do when you're up in the air. I bloat up, my skin gets dry, and when we hit turbulence, I'm terrified.

I don't like to fly. I've never been a good flyer. I have a lot of friends that have permanent nail marks in their arms... The moaning that comes from me when there is turbulence. It's awkward for everyone around.

I hate flying. The first time I flew with my wife, Najat, was the first time I'd ever flown in my life, and that was just a short flight to Turkey. I spent the whole time with my shirt pulled over my head. Then I got used to it.

The real challenge of being a flight attendant is getting people out. The training requires that they demonstrate they can evacuate an aircraft within 90 seconds, but of course, a lot of stuff that is easy to do in training turns out to be tough in practice.

Quite likely the twentieth century is destined to see the natural forces which will enable us to fly from continent to continent with a speed far exceeding that of a bird.

If I'm going to fly for more than twenty feet it's generally a good idea to get a stunt guy.

I've been lucky enough to fly to space twice.

I've never met an artist whose spirit didn't want to fly.

What is joy? It is a bird That we all want to catch. It is the same bird That we all love to see flying.

I gave my hero a talent I'd love to have. Who wouldn't want to fly?

That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.

More die in flight than in battle.

The man who flies shall fight again. [Lat., Qui fugiebat, rusus praeliabitur.]

She hated using airplane toilets. She was always afraid the plane would choose the exact moment she was most defenseless to crash, and she'd spend her final seconds of life spiraling toward earth with her bottom bare to the world.

Love (they say) sometimes flies, sometimes walks, runs with one, creeps with another, warms a third, burns a fourth, wounding some, and slaying others. In one moment it begins, performs and concludes its career; lays siege in the morning to a fortress which is surrendered before night, there being no fortress that can withstand its power." —Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

If I had the wings of a swan, over these stony hills I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my true love, and there I'd be happy to die.

Flight is essential, but I can't let my fear show.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.

Fly you high, Gregor the Overlander. Fly you high!