Wings Quotes
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.
William Cowper -
O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.
Victor Hugo
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True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.
William Shakespeare -
On the wings of fancy, gentle readers, bear yourselves into the mid-air, where by imagination you may form a large stupendous castle.
Sarah Fielding -
It is well to fetter the wings of our fancy and restrain its flights.
Edward E. Barnard -
When you are covered by His wings, it can get pretty dark.
Corrie Ten Boom -
...they cupped their wings around their happiness and called it a world, though they both knew it was not a world, only a hiding place, which is a very different thing.
Laini Taylor -
Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.
Marina Tsvetaeva
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It was one of the great fen sunsets, flaming across the sky from horizon to horizon, burning up the earth beneath it to nothingness. But it could not subdue the Cathedral. Isaac was looking straight up at the three great towers and the flaming clouds were streaming out from them like banners. Yet there was no wind, and no movement in the sky except just above the Rollo tower where two small white clouds were in gentle flight. They soared and sank again, infinitely graceful and lovely, the golden light touching their wings and breasts. Then they soared once more and were lost in the light. They were two white swans.
Elizabeth Goudge -
Knowledge is Life with wings.
William Blake -
Who soars too near the sun, with golden wings, melts them.
William Shakespeare -
The way God squandered Himself had always hurt her; and annoyed her too. The sky full of wings and only the shepherds awake. That golden voice speaking and only a few fishermen there to hear; and perhaps some of the words He spoke carried away on the wind or lost in the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat. A thousand blossoms shimmering over the orchard, each a world of wonder all to itself, and then the whole thing blown away on a southwest gale as though the delicate little worlds were of no value at all. Well, of all the spendthrifts, she would think and then pull herself up. It was not for her to criticize the ways of Almighty God; if He liked to go to all that trouble over the snowflakes, millions and millions of them, their intricate patterns too small to be seen by human eyes, and melting as soon as made, that was His affair and not hers. All she could do about it was to catch in her window, and save from entire waste, as much of the squandered beauty as she could.
Elizabeth Goudge -
Mechanical wings allow us to fly, but it is with our minds that we make the sky ours
William Langewiesche -
I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.
Laini Taylor
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Who cares who's captain after the wings have fallen off.
Scott McNealy -
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
William Blake -
Oh I used to be disgusted and now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted, you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Elvis Costello -
The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.
Saib Tabrizi -
His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.
Vladimir Nabokov -
What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.
Corrie Ten Boom
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I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez -
Woman is shut up in a kitchen or in a boudoir, and astonishment is expressed that her horizon is limited. Her wings are clipped, and it is found deplorable that she cannot fly.
Simone de Beauvoir -
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Rumi -
When I was a boy, that was all I wanted—to grow a pair of wings and get up into the sky. I had a basement full of failed wing projects. Boards and capes and motors, even a pile of found feathers I once tried to glue together with a bottle of Elmer’s; you should have seen your grandmother’s face. But I never got any higher than the backyard fence I’d launch from. I never got inside a cloud. Your raven did.
Beth Kephart