Yves Rossy Quotes

Whenever I dream about flying, it's the best feeling in the world.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

We all fly. Once you leave the ground, you fly. Some people fly longer than others.

I like the idea of taking off like a bird.

Every day is a good day when you're floating. Your whole life you spend walking around Earth and then all of a sudden you get to fly like you've dreamed of.

I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.

The reason that angels fly is that they take themselves so lightly.

Air is the very substance of our freedom, the substance of superhuman joy.... aerial joy is freedom.

I don't know about flying, but sometimes it feels like I have these little wings on my feet.

Now I'm free of him and I'm light as a feather. There's no weight holding me down; I'm ready to spread my wings and fly.

I swam across the rocks and compared myself favorably with the sars. To swim fishlike, horizontally, was the logical method in a medium eight hundred times denser than air. To halt and hang attached to nothing, no lines or air pipe to the surface, was a dream. At night I had often had visions of flying by extending my arms as wings. Now I flew without wings. (Since that first aqualung flight, I have never had a dream of flying.)

There's a certain moment when you realize that you've actually just left the planet for a bit and that nobody can touch you. . .When it works, baby, you've got wings.

You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.

People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.

What happiness this is: to fly, skimming over the earth just as we do in our dreams! Life has become a dream. Can this be the meaning of paradise?

Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.

I just loved the feeling of flying. I could jump six feet bareback and it was the closest thing to being Pegasus and flying next to God. It's the most liberating freedom-making feeling in the world.

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

We can't walk where we want to walk or be who we want to be or dress the way we want to dress or go anywhere any time of day. I am talking about the freedom that comes with just knowing that you're okay, and that you have value and you have identity, and you don't have to keep proving yourself.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

Make men large and strong and tyranny will bankrupt itself in making shackles for them.

In every message she spoke of birds, of flight, of the world away. Even back then, she flew against what was presented to her. I wanted to cling to her wings and soar, no matter how intimidated I was.

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

I have to take some time to dream some new dreams. I feel like there's a treasure hunt in front of me. A treasure hunt that is speckled with and seeded by a deep-rooted wild freedom.

Love is a bird... she needs to fly.