Eagle Symbolism Quotes

The chief is the chief. He is the eagle who flies high and cannot be touched by the spit of the toad.

Patriotism requires less and less of making the eagle scream, but more and more of making him think.

I'm the Eagle: I can fly.

God is not an employer looking for employees. He is an Eagle looking for people who will take refuge under his wings.

And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.

America is still an eagle, and she's ready to soar again.

Like the eagle, we (artists) must be able to see clearly.

An ancient Scythian nomad skeleton buried with an eagle was reportedly excavated near Aktobe Gorge, Kazakhstan. Ancient petroglyphs in the Altai region depict eagle hunters, and inscribed Chinese stone reliefs show eagles perched on the arms of hunters in tunics, trousers, and boots, identified as northern nomads (1st to 2nd century A.D.).

And God says to all of us, you are no chicken; you are an eagle. Fly, eagle, fly. And God wants us to shake ourselves, spread our pinions, and then lift off and soar and rise, and rise toward the confident and the good and the beautiful. Rise towards the compassionate and the gentle and the caring. Rise to become what God intends us to be - eagles, not chickens.

Heroes, classical heroes have the look of eagles, too. They're looking beyond the immediate problem and into the future.

Evidence pointing to eagle hunting's antiquity comes from Scythian and other burial mounds of nomads who roamed the steppes 3,000 years ago and whose artifacts abound in eagle imagery.

You know, I'm an eagle, flying around in the mountains.

On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!

Baby eagles can never soar under their family's wing.

We are faithful not to the triumphant golden eagle (ironically, also an imperial symbol of power in Rome) but to the slaughtered Lamb.

If you've ever been in a bar with a bunch of old sailors and see a guy that has an eagle tattooed across his chest, that guy has seen some stuff.

The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that. The hawk swoops down on its prey, so does the Indian. In his lament he is like an animal. For instance, the coyote is sly, so is the Indian. The eagle is the same. That is why the Indian is always feathered up, he is a relative to the wings of the air.