Category Archives: FLYING

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it. J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

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Up there
almost forever,
journeying from Europe to Africa
At equal elevation you pass eagles,
they scan the earth,
you never look down

 

 

Luke Fische

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Riches: A dream in the night. Fame: A gull floating on water.

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Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, 
Through it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. 
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-bye; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die. 
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; 
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide; 
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan, 
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. 
And somehow you’re sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs, 
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the tongue swells out of the mouth, 
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drought. 
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire, 
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goaded desire. 
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows, 
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes. 
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones, 
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones. 
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea, 
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily. 
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze, 
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees. 
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain; 
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you’re fain. 
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain. 
Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end. 
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you. 

–ROBERT SERVICE, The Lone Trail, 1907

The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” ― J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

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You’ll think this is a bit silly, but I’m a bit-well, I have a thing about birds.”
“What, a phobia?”
“Sort of.”
“Well, that’s the common term for an irrational fear of birds.”
“What do they call a rational fear of birds, then?”

Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

Love is like a balloon.If you put too much pressure on it,it will burst,and if you leave it standing or unused it will eventually deflate.

― Ammaarah

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“After us they’ll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they’ll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy. And a thousand years from now man will still be sighing, “Oh! Life is so hard!” and will still, like now, be afraid of death and not want to die.”

― Anton Chekhov, Three Sisters: A Translation Of The Play By Anton Chekhov

“If a bachelor decides to cook and at the same time goes to climb the palm tree, if he does not fall from the palmtree, his food on the fire (stove) will get burnt.”

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“It seemed as he had been falling for years. Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”

― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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“Today, Aaron decided, he would begin to grieve in earnest. He would walk the lonely beach, mocked by gulls, uncaring, his every step a stately rebuke to the malign forces that had blighted his fate. His was the tragedy of a man who couldn’t have his own way, and he intended to make known his anguish in the solemn solitude that only a stretch of sand, a suspiring sea, and a beetling cliff could provide.”

― Joseph Caldwell, The Pig Did It

Besides, in this random miscellaneous company we may rub against some complete stranger who will, with luck, turn into the best friend we have in the world.

― Virginia Woolf

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“Each day befriend a single fear, and the miscellaneous terrors of being human will never join together to form such a morass of vague anxiety that it rules your life from the shadows of the unconscious. We learn to fly not by being fearless, but by the daily practice of courage.”
― Sam Keen

hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. ― Van Morrison

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“I guess it’s going to have to hurt, I guess I’m going to have to cry, And let go of some things I’ve loved to get to the other side
I guess it’s going to break me down, Like falling when you try to fly,
Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye”
― Carrie Underwood

I’ve just always wanted to see a balloon drift off into a cloudless sky. ― M Leighton

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“After us they’ll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they’ll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy. And a thousand years from now man will still be sighing, "Oh! Life is so hard!" and will still, like now, be afraid of death and not want to die.”

― Anton Chekhov, Three Sisters: A Translation Of The Play By Anton Chekhov

“This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.” Rainer Maria Rilke

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“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.”

 Essential Rumi