wings

Her words are her wings. She's flying.

A loving heart, determination, faith, courage, trust, belief, truth, and a solid soul create the wings with which we fly.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

Crows don__ take from you,_ Dean said. __hey give your soul wings.

Beauty is a heart with wings.

How I wish I was like the water,Flowing so freely with every dropLet my every emotion wonder,No need to start, nor even stopHow I wish I was like the fire,Burning with every flame upLeaving a trace of hot desireAs a Phoenix raises its' wings upHow I wish I was like the earth,Raising each flower from the groundSeeing the beauty of death and birthAnd then returning to the groundHow I wish I was like the wind,Hearing each whisper, sound and thoughtA lonesome and wandering little wind,Shattering all that has been soughtOh, how I wish I was where you are,Not separated by empty space, so farIt seems like we're galaxies apart,But we find hope within our heartAnd how I wish I was all of the above,So I can come below and yet forget,The beauty of angels which come down like a doveAnd demons who love with no regret.

It's her black wings that make her beautiful.

It is as simple as that. Birds fly because they have wings and so when you can__ grow the wings, you can__ be called a bird. Leaders make impacts because they create new ideas and so if you can__ think of any new innovative ideas, you can__ be a leader.

Life has me trapped in a cocoon of earth where I must grow and change until the day I sprout wings. And on that day I shall burst free, no longer marooned on a pebble of dust in a universe that only waits for me to find a means to fly.

In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of the formation of a language, seeking the hidden reason of all its apparent caprices, we do not reach that end, for grammar is not literature_ When we come to literature, we find that, though it conforms to the rules of grammar, it is yet a thing of joy; it is freedom itself. The beauty of a poem is bound by strict laws, yet it transcends them. The laws are its wings. They do not keep it weighed down. They carry it to freedom. Its form is in law, but its spirit is in beauty. Law is the first step toward freedom, and beauty is the complete liberation which stands on the pedestal of law. Beauty harmonizes in itself the limit and the beyond _ the law and the liberty.

One day we wake from sleep to wander through this tale of dreams with wings fluttering lighter than love free.

Run my dear,From anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.

Night after night on starry wingsNight lovers soared so highMiles apart, across the oceansTheir love forgot to sighIn heavenly flight__ timelessnessThat highest height treasuredInto the deepest of all bluesTheir depth of love measured.From the poem 'The Ballad of Night Lovers

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

It takes courage to forgive love and allow yourself to embrace it again, its like discovering wings you thought you've lost

I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.

You're not winged because you are flying on a dragon