Quotes About Flight

He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all

The gull sees farthest who flies highest

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.

Why, Jon, why? his mother asked. Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers! I don't mind being bone and feathers mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know.

For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.

A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. "Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe…

Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again

My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.

His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see.

Good-bye, Jon, my friend." "Good-bye, Sully. We'll meet again." And with that, Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull-flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

We can start working with time, if you wish, till you can fly the past and the future. And then you will be ready to begin the most difficult, the most powerful, the most fun of all. You will be ready to BEGIN to fly up and know the meaning of kindness and of love

Are you saying I can fly?" "I say you are free.

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is," he said, "you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived." The trick, according to Chiang, was for Jonathan to stop seeing himself as trapped inside a limited body that had a forty-two-inch wingspan and performance that could be plotted on a chart. The trick was to know that his true nature lived, as perfect as an unwritten number, everywhere at once across space and time.

Why, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers!" "I don't mind being bone and feathers, mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know.

Pour pouvoir voler vous devez croire à l'invisible.

For Leslie who taught me to fly

Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom," Jonathan would say in the evenings on the beach, "and precision flying is a step toward expressing our real nature. Everything that limits us we have to put aside. That's why all this high-speed practice, and low-speed, and aerobatics …

Ed era l'ora, sì di andare a casa. Abbracciò con un ultimo sguardo il suo cielo, i magnifici campi del cielo, dove aveva imparato molte cose. «Sono pronto» disse alfine. E il gabbiano Jonathan Livingston fece prua verso l'alto, scortato da quei due splendidi uccelli, e scomparvero insieme nella notte.

In the days that followed, Jonathan saw that there was as much to learn about flight in this place as there had been in the life behind him. But with a difference. Here were gulls who thought as he thought. For each of them, the most important thing in living was to reach out and touch perfection in that which they most loved to do, and that was to fly. They were magnificent birds, all of them, and they spent hour after hour every day practicing flight, testing advanced aeronautics.

Those who fly the highest see the furthest

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is," he said, "you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there." Without

And with that, Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull-flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

Gece vakti bir mart?n?n yeri k?y?d?r ve Jonathan o andan itibaren s?radan bir mart? olmaya and içti.