flying

Still, some nights I grieved. I grieved as much at what I knew must be the fleeting nature of my present happiness as any loss, any past. We lived on some edge, if we ever lived on a rolling plain. Who knew what attack, what illness. That doubleness again. Like flying: the stillness and speed, serenity and danger.

Where's Izzy?" cried Alice. "I'm right here!" Izzy was heard, but there was no sight of her floating friend. "Izzy's invisible!" yelled Melanie."Invisible and flying!" Colleen added nervously.

Walking in the mountain with bare foot, Teasing the flowers with heavy soot, Touching the grasses, climbing the horses, swinging the girlsIt is joyful, jolly like the flying. Swimming in the rivers, tearing the clothes and burning the shoes Angel of the nature; counting the grasses, touching the flower, teasing the birds

Easy does it, boys. I just need help standing, not flying.

Finn said, __ou feel the wind is a bully, beating you. But that is your seeing. That is your story, not the wind__. To a bird who rides it, that wind is only a kind hand. Because the bird rides the wind__ power. Do you understand?_ Clare, bitter, cold, and wind-battered, frowned stubbornly. __ut a bird can fly. I can__ fly._ He turned to look at her, and his face was troubled. __f you cling to the safety of the rock, indeed you can__. To fly, you open your arms and fall, heart first, trusting the wind to bear you up. That__ what the birds do.

Bluestar's coming on patrol? Watch out for flying hedgehogs!

[His eyes are] Atlantic Ocean blue, just like he'd said. It's strange because of course I'd known that. But the difference between knowing it and seeing them in person is the difference between dreaming of flying and flight.

She flew across the turbulent gust.Her eyes fixed, her wings strongShe flies and flies and flies along.To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.

You have terminated me,_ one of them said in a strange, flat voice. __ut Iam one of many.___obots!_ Iggy breathed, taking Total from Angel.__ne of many, one of many, one of many,_ the robot Eraser was saying. NowNudge saw the red light in its eyes, saw how they were fading and winking out.__ood!_ spat the Gasman, kicking it hard. __ecause we like to blow stuff up,blow stuff up, blow stuff up!

Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.

I feel that we are often taken out of our comfort zones, pushed and shoved out of our nests, because if not, we would never know what we could do with our wings, we would never see the horizon and the sun setting on it, we would never know that there's something far better beyond where we are at the moment. It can hurt, but then later you say "thank you." I have been pushed and shoved and have fallen out and away, so very, very, many, many times! And others around me have not! But then, the others haven't seen what I have seen or felt what I have felt or been who I have been, they can't become what I have become. I am me.

People have to forgive. We don't have to like them, we don't have to be friends with them, we don't have to send them hearts in text messages, but we have to forgive them, to overlook, to forget. Because if we don't we are tying rocks to our feet, too much for our wings to carry!

Your life will fly by, so make sure you're the pilot.

That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again.

There was nothing so special about First Class, apart from the amount of uncalled for, almost disturbing, attention I got from the various six-feet tall heavily made up air hostesses, that I would come back for more given the steep price tag.

You ask me if you can eat dinner in your room, but you don__ask me if you can torture _ibhear to take you flying?__ruly perplexed, Izzy asked softly, __hy would I ask you that?

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.