He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly.
You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.
Those who don't jump will never fly.
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!
We fly, not on the wings of eagles, but on the dreams of life.
Those who cannot fly, walk on water.
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
Just as the bird needs wings to fly, a leader needs useful information to flow. Leaders learn.
To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.
It's 4am again and I'm just getting started. People are boring and I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed through my words. I want to get all fucked up and write real and raw and ugly and beautifully. I bet you're sleeping safe and calm, and you can stay there, it's safer there, and you wouldn't stand one night on this journey my mind wanders off to every night you close your eyes. I'll stay here one day and I will never come down. I promise I can fly before I hit the ground. It doesn't even hurt anymore. I swear, it doesn't hurt.
What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.
the higher and higher we fly on our wing of love, the smaller and smaller we appear to those who have yet discovered that they have wings
The characters of mythologies are like superman or spider-man who have infinite power and infinite goodness. When people try to imitate God, they fail miserably. You have to be stupid to jump from a hundred storey building like Superman in the hope that you will be able to fly like him.
Every human being who wishes to fly with the eagles first must acquire indomitable hope. Then they will be able to find it in others.
I hope I never hold anyone down; I hope I never cut someone's wings. I hope I never take anyone's freedom; I hope I never cover someone's eyes and ears. I hope that I never keep anyone from having their true love; I hope that I never cage someone's heart. I hope to be the wind and the air; the window and the song; the field in which love may roam, run and then bury itself.
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.
Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.
Darling; I know those days were hard on you, I know that you’ve been through a lot of shit I know that you had those moments where you felt like giving up and not being able to even stand on your feet. But you are a badass; you will lift yourself above it all And soon my dear you will be able to fly …