Richard Bach Quotes

The impression left after watching the motions of birds is that of extreme mobility - a life of perpetual impulse checked only by fear.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

It doesnt matter what you do if you dont do what matters. If you do what matters it doesnt matter what you do.

I'd fly. I sit and watch the birds go by and say, I wish I could do that.

Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

the stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself.

A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.

We cannot and we must not allow ourselves to get distracted from our sacred duty. We cannot and we must not lose focus on the things that matter most.

Surely no child, and few adults, have ever watched a bird in flight without envy.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

I love to see those paragliders weaving softly around Moon Point, their legs floating above you in the air. When they drift in for a landing, their feet touch the ground and they trot forward from the continued motion of the glider, which billows down like a setting sun. I never get tired of watching them and I've seen them thousands of times. I always wondered what that kind of freedom would feel like.

What freedom lies in flying, what Godlike power it gives to men . . . I lose all consciousness in this strong unmortal space crowded with beauty, pierced with danger.

I don't want a be bird because birds get attacked too much. But it would be cool to fly.

At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

I showed it is possible to fly a little bit like a bird.

Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He says, "It's not that I like ice Or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice To be the only bird in town.

It's not only a matter of when to do things, but whether or not to do them at all.

Walking gets too boring, when you learn how to fly.

We're flying free like birds in the sky, because we're ALIVE.