Flight

"Aku: Samurai fool! Your efforts are in vain again! This gateway to the past is once more beyond your-Ey? You can fly?!"

"Of course the vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it."

"Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along."

"Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly?"

"Flying is years and years of utter boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror"

"Ours is the commencement of a flying age, and I am happy to have popped into existence at a period so interesting."

"Lest I make the people fly off from that city like a wild dove from its tree, lest I make them fly around like a bird over its well-founded nest."

"All flight is based upon producing air pressure, all flight energy consists in overcoming air pressure."

"Restat iter cœlo: cœlo tentabimus ire; Da veniam cœpto, Jupiter alte, meo."

"One way remains—by air: by air a way we'll try; Pardon the bold adventure, Jove most high!"

"I just want to fly: put your arms around me baby, I just want to fly."

"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."

"Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I."

"For some years I have been afflicted with the belief that flight is possible to man."

"A flight ticket is a paper or electronic document that contains passenger information as well as flight information, including origin and destination, flight time, arrival time, and flight number."

"The person who merely watches the flight of a bird gathers the impression that the bird has nothing to think of but the flapping of its wings. As a matter of fact this is a very small part of its mental labor. To even mention all the things the bird must constantly keep in mind in order to fly securely through the air would take a considerable part of the evening. If I take this piece of paper, and after placing it parallel with the ground, quickly let it fall, it will not settle steadily down as a staid, sensible piece of paper ought to do, but it insists on contravening every recognized rule of decorum, turning over and darting hither and thither in the most erratic manner, much after the style of an untrained horse. Yet this is the style of steed that men must learn to manage before flying can become an everyday sport. The bird has learned this art of equilibrium, and learned it so thoroughly that its skill is not apparent to our sight. We only learn to appreciate it when we try to imitate it."