Best 186 quotes in «fly quotes» category

A bird in a nest is secure, but that is not why God gave it wings.

A bird must have faith in its wings if it wants to fly.

A bird must have faith in its wings in order to fly.

A bird never learns to fly when it is locked in a cage.

A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone

A bird must have faith in its wings if it is to fly.

A bird is born knowing how to fly, but has to learn to conquer the skies.

A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.

A butterfly's wings grow because a caterpillar dared to believe it could fly.

A butterfly is a caterpillar who never gave up on his dream to fly.

Above humanity, where the airplanes fly and birds circle the thermals, silence stretches for eternity....

A dove struggling in a storm grows stronger than an eagle soaring in sunshine.

A friend is an open sky with whom you can open wings of your mind to fly.

Afraid even to look at the sky The birds of cage do seldom fly

After seeing the passenger cabin of the Boeing 737 Max that I flew on, I was not surprised when one fatally crashed shortly afterwards, killing everyone on board.

Ah, my wee sprite." He released the lock of hair and leaned closer. "If learning to fly is your desire, then fly you shall.

A masterpiece does not unfurl its wings immediately. It takes time. It will fly when it is ready.

All these bumps in the road are just there to make you fly. So let's do this, I'm ready to soar!

And then one day she left me. She left me as the pigeon leaves the window to fly in the wide blue sky.

And I want to be with you till the birds forget how to fly in the blue azure sky and the fish forget how to swim in the blue green sea...

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

A parrot's gift is to talk; an eagle's gift is to fly. I'd rather be an eagle.

An elephant will never go chasing after a fly.

A person with low standards will forever be walking. A person with high standard will soon stop walking and start running. Later, they’ll soon stop running and start galloping. The next time you see him, he’s either flying or soaring.

A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the ink and the letters fly away like dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Are we taking the Subaru?” “No. We’ll run.” Running is not part of my plan. Stopping right here is my plan. “I’m not actually supposed to run,” I try to say. “The arm and everything.” “I’m sorry about your arm.” “Really?” He swoops me up as if I weigh nothing, leans me against his chest, and carries me the way grooms are supposed to carry brides over thresholds. He is cold now, away from the fire. He smells of mushrooms. “Are you afraid of heights?” He keeps my good arm against him, and doesn’t even jostle my cast arm. It’s smooth and quick and I don’t have time to ...He sets me down on the rolling ground in a large clearing in the middle of tall pine trees. My breath whooshes out like I’d been holding it. “Oh, that was amazing,” I say before I realize it. “You’re glowing. I thought you hated me.” “I do. But flying? I don’t hate flying. I read this book once where—” “You read?” “Yeah.” “Good. I like philosophy myself. It’s good to have a daughter who reads.” I swallow, shift my weight on my feet. They won’t be able to follow us here; we left no tracks. I can’t believe we flew. “Can all pixies fly? Because I was totally unprepared for that. I mean, I didn’t read that.” “Only ones with royal blood. You can.

As a leader, you have to disbelieve what you can’t do. It’s by so doing that you can believe in what you can do. It’s only by disbelieving that it can fly that the horse keeps galloping!

Believe in people, they fly for a day. Teach them to believe in themselves, they soar for a lifetime.

Be still in peace and reach your highest peak.

Bird has to fly with their own wings; we have to think our own thoughts, find our own destiny.

Break out to go out ___________________ The birds dare to break the egg shell It does so in order to get out of that Hell When it finally succeeds, it’ll then fly To its comfort zone it’ll say bye Are you being confined in a small space How long will you remain at that place? Before you can explore more territories, Break away from the former glories. Yesterday’s excellence is today’s average You must strive to be better age after age Never accept the available mediocrity As the only preferable opportunity Decide to grow from below to hero And make it a point to vacate level zero Reach out and arise with power God’s blessings on you, will shower Agree to grow, never attempt to be slow Be not afraid. Never doubt. You’ll flow The grace of God will be your guide Taking you along, side by side.

A Rule: Life without Islam is a naked tree, Birds without trees can never feel free.

A writer creates wings of words and lets them fly in the sky of readers' minds.

Birds alone can afford to perch on weak branches.

Books allowed my imagination to take flight and it hasn’t landed yet

But with what wonder has the season come? Its treasure lies in earthen ships, that carry dreams across the foam. And how your memory of Sarah rapes the fleshly heart that once bore scenes, now veiled in smoky stains of tears; it cries as on its crutches leans, and ever fills itself with fears. Be born anew to taste the sky Lay waste cocoon and upwind fly.

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

But I remember thinking it seemed cruel that a bird should be punished for believing it could fly.

Decision is the wing that makes dreams to go and grow and flow and fly. No decision, no fulfilled destiny!

Children dwell in their dreams. Get them the wings and they'll fly.

Come, fly with me!" cried the goddess, as she sped ahead of them, her extremities flaming with a comet tail of sparks in the supernatural wind. Her bubbling voice again echoed, her laughter bounced in the crystalline void, and she flew onward, unto eternity.... "Stop!" cried Elasirr. "Come back with us to the true world, O Tilirreh!" At which the orange one laughed, throwing her head back, saying, "Oh, but don’t you know this is the one true world? It is but yours that is a pale specter, that is the dying place of dwindling truth?" "Then come back with us, lady," whispered Ranhé, "and restore the truth as it once was.

Don't allow the fear of falling stop you from pursuing your dream. Prepare. Practice. Pray. Jump! It's through the fall that you'll realize you can to fly.

Don’t ever use a shovel to swat a fly.

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

Don't let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea.

Did you ever think that maybe we’re like that?” she asks me. I smile into the dark. How many times have I thought of myself as the ocean? “You think we’re like water?” Gemma sits up. The salty wind coming off the water snaps her hair around her shoulders. With one hand in the middle of my chest, she tries to push me into the sand. I’m strong enough to hold her off, but I don’t want to. I willingly collapse back and she crawls over me. Holding a smile on her face, she slips her legs on either side of my hips and settles her weight on me. In a voice thin as smoke, she says, “Well, maybe that’s how we start. Maybe, in the beginning, we’re nothing but a theoretical vast and empty sea with this huge open sky above us.” Her hands press down on my stomach and her fingers pull at the bottom of my shirt. She leans forward until her breasts are rubbing against me and her mouth is almost touching the skin of my neck. “Then slowly,” she continues, “over time, the currents change and we build up these continents inside our bodies.” Now her fingers walk a path from my bellybutton to my sternum. “And eventually, we have canyons and deserts and trees and beaches and all sorts of places where we can go and live.” I suck in a breath as Gemma flattens her hand on the skin just above my heart and kisses me just below my ear. Then she turns her face, fitting the crown of her head beneath my jaw and says, “Most of the time we’re safe on the land, but sometimes we get sucked out to sea. What do you think happens then?” I think about everything we’ve shared today. I think about Gemma and me. And how it feels like the geography inside of my own body is changing, how it’s been changing from the moment I met her. Maybe even before that. And I think about the continents we’re building between us. The bridges of land moving from her fingers to mine and the valleys and mountains formed by her lips on my skin and her words in my head. I use both of my hands to cup her face and pull her to my mouth. I press my lips to hers, parting her mouth and drinking in her breath. “I think you’d have to start swimming.” A minute of silence ticks by. Over the low drone of the waves on the beach, she whispers, “And what if you can’t swim very well?” I think for a minute. “Then you fly.

Don’t miss the opportunity to fly with eagles tomorrow because chickens invited you to run with them today.

Don’t shout the dreams out.. let it be done by your deeds; stay calm and fly high.

Dream big, Dream to fly.. Let your zeal speak for you! Work passionately, And smile to each blissful morning. Make your life a reason.. To reach for the sky!

Every day is not a day to master but an adventure to experience.