Soaring High Quotes

Let us see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings.

As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland's blue sky.

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!

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

If you want to fly with the eagles, don’t swim with the ducks!

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

How sweet to be a Cloud. Floating in the Blue!

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

There's no life like the life I've lived. You're free like a cloud floating up in the sky.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle / Fly as high as the Sun.

Learning how to fly, for me, was so euphoric.

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

I guess when we're young, we all have that fascination with flying.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

Don't look down, it's an impossible view; Fly like an eagle whatever you do.

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away...

King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. Suffolk: No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protectors hawks do tower so well; They know their masters loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Gloucester: My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.

Don't be a pigeon if you were born to be an eagle. Experience God's altitude for your life.

Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.

Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like a long sigh, like a person breathing easily, freely. Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring - sustained note of power and joy. We turn from the lights of the city; we pivot on a dark wing; we roar over the earth. The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it!