flight

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

Just as the bird needs wings to fly, a leader needs useful information to flow. Leaders learn.

You push the TRUTH off a cliff, but it will always fly. You can submerge the TRUTH under water, but it will not drown. You can place the TRUTH in the fire, but it will survive. You can bury the TRUTH beneath the ground, but it will arise. TRUTH always prevails!

I probably wouldn't be a good spokesman for an electric car, because I'll still get on a private jet, and one flight on a private jet undoes all my electric-car good deeds.

Grace is what picks me up and lifts my wings high above and I fly! Grace always conquers! Be graceful in everything; in anger, in sadness, in joy, in kindness, in unkindness, retain grace with you!

Only foolish fishes wish to fly!

The best traveler is one without a camera.

I had a flight trainer who is one of the biggest and most famous helicopter pilots the world.

I slept just floating in the middle of the flight deck, the upper deck of the space shuttle.

I have heard show business characterized as a refuge for childlike persons in flight from all things harsh and real.

I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.

After four days of flight, she had found a hiding place...

A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair.

Wings are like dreams. Before each flight, a bird takes a small jump, a leap of faith, believing that its wings will work. That jump can only be made with rock solid feet.

The last thing I remembered was joining the crew in a rendition of __ake to the Sky,_ but the rest of the time blurred after I drank absinthe with the Captain.

It was as if someone had leftthe bird thereas a kind of telegramof feathers, oily feathersthat looked like they__ struggled,shuttered a little before letting gointo flightforever.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

So this is how the merchant ship won__ follow us,_ I mumbled, __hey aren__ insane enough to join the party.