Quotes About Soar

In life, some laugh, some cry, some live, some die. The choice is ours to crawl or to fly.

I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

Lend me your wings, bird. I'll spread them and fly on the thermals.

It's only when you set limitations to your life that you truly begin to soar. Subtract the negatives, multiply the positives, add the humor and divide your time with only those who respect you.

I took that leap, and I was flying

It's not enough to have the feathers.You must dare to fly!

Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

If I had wings I would fly, I'd soar on high where only eagles dareI'd let them rip, I'd let them tear, until all that remained was me bare.

It is a dream of mankind to fly like a bird.

when you seem to get yourself down, teach yourself to think like the eagle always, and let your spirit soar high. Feel the strength of his wings, and feel the beat of his heart so that your spirit soars high and you can look down and see just how small things really are.

May your love soar on the wings of a dove in flight

An eagle does not crawl because it was born to fly.

The eagle only knows how high it can fly when it spreads its wings.

Birds and the people who love freedom have something common: They must fly freely to feel that they are alive!

There are only two words with four letters which can make us fly: Wing and Love.

Žmog? kei?ia poži?ris – iškelk j? ir jis skraidys tartum paukštis, sutrypk – ir jis jausis tarytum vikšras

To everyone who has ever dreamed of flying and to all of you who have flown with me.

A while ago in real-time you saw the eagles. And you wished.

Then the rudder and elevator finally come to life, swinging her nose up, and she's left the earth—arrow straight. A butterfly after all.

And she was wrong about him not loving anything. He loved his hoard, his fire, and his freedom to soar above the earth and the paltry beings inhabiting it. He loved his claws, his scales, his teeth… Landing

Freedom is up to you to fly.

He mounted a cherub and flew; He soared on the wings of the wind.

Does the hawk take flight by your understanding and spread his wings toward the south?