Quotes About Winged

There is no reason for any of our desires to exist. Our attention is an absurdity allowed by our winged inertia.

Books? Books are sacred. Books are to me what the host is to the priest, the oasis to the desert wanderer, the arrival of winged seraphim to a dying man.

I really like Pam Grier's whole 'Coffy' aesthetic. It's just natural. It's not even anything that they were overdoing back then. I really like that natural beauty kind of thing. But at the same time, I really like thick, winged eyeliner.

Oh, goodie. And here I am without my favorite stake and why is that? Because the ugly winged demon from hell – literally –came after us. Now we got these guys to fight. Well, at least they're not scaly. (Danger) And they are blond. You like blonds. (Alexion) True, but after looking at them, I think my tastes just changed. I think I'd rather do the demon that one of them. (Danger)

While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.

He called it a ptero-dactyle, meaning 'wing-fingered.

From the Pythagoreans onward, through the Renaissance to our times, the oceanic feeling, the sense of participation in the mystery of the infinite, was the principle inspiration of that winged and flat-footed creature, the scientist.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet, Quick silver slipping by.

Next they passed a beautiful statue of a winged lady. "Who's that?" said Jack. "She's Nike, the goddess of victory," said Plato.

There was nothing wistful or tentative about that smile. It came slowly, but ended in a total crunching of her features as though a winged cherub had just flown by and whispered a marvelously funny joke into her ear.

Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the Tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember.

Abbie would stop in her work and utter a prayer for him,—and, sent as it were from the bow of a mother's watchful care, bound by the cord of a mother's love, the little winged arrow on its flight must have reached Some one,—Somewhere.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

Love to faults is always blind, Always is to joys inclined, Lawless, winged, and unconfined, And breaks all chains from every mind.

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze. Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny that there is any such thing as coincidence. What's done is done, what's yet to be is clearly yet to be. In other words, sandwiched as we are between the everything that is behind us and the zero beyond us, ours is an ephemeral existence in which there is neither coincidence nor possibility.

Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree-top's joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I

Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree-top's joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I gave evidence of things unseen.

Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love.

He was asked, then, who was this Winged Grief? And Gallan said, 'There is but one left who would dare command me. One who would not weep and yet had taken into his soul a people's sorrow, a realm's sorrow. His name was Silchas Ruin.

The pillars were covered in representations of serpents, most of which were winged. Others were half human or half Grigori; a woman's torso rising from a thick ophidian coil; a man with twin snakes for legs whose gaping maw devoured a child with a viper's head.

Dogie's surfboards were like works of art. Splashed across their rainbow-colored decks were air-brushed paintings of waterfalls and sea dragons and a host of other fantastic creatures. Her favorite painting was a winged horse that looked like part horse and part comet, with its long tail blazing down the length of the board.

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

He had a winged nature; she was rather of the vegetable kind, and could hardly be kept long alive, if drawn up by the roots. Thus it happened that the relation heretofore existing between her brother and herself was changed.