Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

I keep my head high, I got my wings to carry me. I don’t know freedom, I want my dreams to rescue me.

A lie has no leg, but a scandal has wings

He stood, fluffing his feathers: as poet, priest of place, shoulders sloped like folded wings; magenta scarf, scarlet lining to anorak, black-rimmed spectacles and aureole of wizardly white hair.

Two wings lift a person up from earthly concerns: Simplicity in intention, and Purity in feeling

Purity and simplicity are the two wings with which man soars above the earth and all temporary nature

Books give a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings

Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.

Fame is a bee. It has a song– It has a sting– Ah, too, it has a wing.

She slept beneath a tree — Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute — She recognized the foot — And stirred her purple wings — But little evidence to show She lived among the things —

When you are covered by His wings, it can get pretty dark.

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

Rejoice, Florence, seeing you are so great that over sea and land you flap your wings, and your name is widely known in Hell!

I’m done with the winning cause I’ve already won.

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.

The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.

To such beings, such fugitive beings, their own nature and our anxiety fasten wings. And even when they are with us the look in their eyes seems to warn us that they are about to take flight.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

I’m no angel, but I’ve spread my wings a bit.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly—and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

The man who has no imagination has no wings.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.