#flight

It was difficult to imagine that a full day hadn't yet passed since we boarded the airliner in New York. I paused. Medieval man believed that one was placed beyond the touch of time, and therefore aging, while attending Mass. What, I wondered, would he have made of those hours we left up in the sky? I would not change my watch until I gave the matter more thought. ↗

— Tod Wodicka

#flight #mass #medieval-church #time #age

It is a matter of life and death for us; for the lead we gain by day on ships and railways is lost each night. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#flight #business

An airplane crossed the sky, and she imagined its interior-people packed in rows like eggs in a carton, the chemical smell of the toilets, pretzels in foil pouches, cans hiss-popping open, black oval of night sky embedded in the rattling walls. How strange that something so drab, so confined, so stifling with sour exhalations and the fumes of indifferent machinery might be mistaken for a star. ↗

— Maggie Shipstead

#flight #flying #stars #imagination

I've always thought of music as something which gives the words their flight and their wings and the music often comes first, although sometimes I'll have a concept, a title idea, a lyric idea that I want to write and the lyric will come first. ↗

— Neil Diamond

#always #come #comes #concept #first

The amygdala in the emotional center sees and hears everything that occurs to us instantaneously and is the trigger point for the fight or flight response. ↗

— Daniel Goleman

#emotional #everything #fight #flight #hears

If they want to talk about aliens and anything like that... that's part of the gift God gave us. That's what makes life exciting. We're pretty stuck, you know. What gives flight to our life is our imagination. ↗

— Michael Moriarty

#anything #exciting #flight #gave #gift

One man's observation is another man's closed book or flight of fancy. ↗

— Willard Van Orman Quine

#book #closed #fancy #flight #man

I spent my entire childhood living abroad because of my father's occupation, so we were on long-haul flights all the time. ↗

— Arabella Weir

#because #childhood #entire #father #flights

They open their wings, flash patterns and color, fly from flower toflower. I, with the dark brittles and many feet of the former form, inchalong the ground. Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky. ↗

— Nina Kiriki Hoffman

#change #flight #freedom #change

A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#doom #flight #music