Piloting Quotes

An airplane stands for freedom, for joy, for the power to understand, and to demonstrate that understanding.

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

A pilot's business is with the wind, and with the stars, with night, with sand, with the sea. He strives to outwit the forces of nature. He stares with expectancy for the coming of the dawn the way a gardener awaits the coming of spring. He looks forward to port as a promised land, and truth for him is what lives in the stars.

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

The highest art form of all is a human being in control of himself and his airplane in flight, urging the spirit of a machine to match his own.

I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.

Vehicles are just something I have always felt connected to whether it is the bus or the plane.

I've been enjoying 'Life on the Mississippi' by Mark Twain that I picked up at the airport randomly. It's very witty and interesting to read about his time as a steamboat pilot.

I would actually love to fly. I think that that would be probably the most exhilarating feeling, and as close as you can get to true freedom.

I decided that if I could fly for ten years before I was killed in a crash, it would be a worthwhile trade for an ordinary life time.

You know, piloting really isn't my hobby. And, it's probably not something I'd do in my spare time if I could do whatever I wanted to do. But, I'll tell you: if you've got to make a living, it's a great way to make a living!

Okay, so, flying,” I started, taking a deep breath and focusing on the thing I loved most in the world. “Flying is … great. It feels great when you’re doing it. It’s fun. Pure freedom. There’s nothing better.” Dylan smiled, a slow, easy smile that seemed to light up his whole face. “So the first thing we’re going to do,” I told him, “is push you off the roof.

Flying is more than a sport and more than a job; flying is pure passion and desire, which fill a lifetime.

The future is in the skies.

So the crew fly on with no thought that they are in motion. Like night over the sea, they are very far from the earth, from towns, from trees. The clock ticks on. The dials, the radio lamps, the various hands and needles go though their invisible alchemy. . . . and when the hour is at hand the pilot may glue his forehead to the window with perfect assurance. Out of oblivion the gold has been smelted: there it gleams in the lights of the airport.

I have a TV show, a radio show. I've authored two books. I own a construction company, own a commercial fishing lodge, and am a pilot.

Flying radio-controlled airplanes [is my guiltiest pleasure]. Only God would give me a hobby where I'm looking up to the sky. It's the only time where I am able to focus and concentrate on nothing but looking up. It's a fascinating hobby.

I'd love to fly. I think that'd be cool.

He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.

If you must flie, flie well.

Now and then I miss the excitement about being in the cockpit of an airplane and doing new things.

Not long ago, when I was a student in college, just flying an airplane seemed a dream. But that dream turned into reality.

The life of an aviator seemed to me ideal. It involved skill. It brought adventure. It made use of the latest developments of science. Mechanical engineers were fettered to factories and drafting boards while pilots have the freedom of wind with the expanse of sky. There were times in an aeroplane when it seemed I had escaped mortality to look down on earth like a God.

If you were meant to fly, not even running really fast is that impressive.