#flight

They say in moments of great fear or desperation, a man will always make a choice—either to flee or face his enemy, but choice requires thought, and in the moment when you know for certain that death is stalking you with strides you cannot outrun, there is no time for thought. You do not choose. Like Betto, or Malchus, or Valens, you act, doing either one thing or the other. ↗

— Andrew Levkoff

#action #action-over-thought #death #fear #flight

The music defied classification. If I had been writing a review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive, guitar-driven rock ’n’ roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars didn’t always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds. The music dug in so deep you didn’t hear it so much as feel it, reminding me of a dream I used to have when I was a kid, where I would be standing on a street corner, I would jump into the air, flap my arms, and soar up into the sky. That’s the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight. ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

#music #rock #dreams

Our field is the sky, tilled by the sweat of motors, in the face of night, at the risk of our dreams--- …. … … … … Who lived there? Whose hands were pure? Who glowed in the night, A ghost to other ghosts? Who lives down below? Who cries…. Who has lost the key to their house? Who can’t find their bed, who is sleeping on the steps of the stairs? When morning comes, who will dare interpret the silvery trace: look above me…When the water pushes the watermill wheel once again, who will dare remember the night? ↗

— Ingeborg Bachmann

#dreams

I can’t fly with one wing. But I can’t go hungry either, and I already ate both the legs, the breasts, and the other wing. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#eat #flight #fly #food #hunger

If I could fly, life would be amazing. But paraplegic people say the same thing about walking, and I freaking hate walking. Somebody might ask me, “Hey, do you want to go for a walk?” and I’ll reply, “Nope. But I do want to have a seat on a chair with wheels and roll along with you.” So maybe flight isn’t so cool after all. Possibly birds get pissed off they have to fly everywhere. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#birds #flight #flying #walking #life

Books allow you to take flight, unlike the chicken wings I stapled to my back before eating them. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#chicken #eating #flight #food #imagination

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. ↗

— Leonardo da Vinci

#flying #inspirational #inspirational

Other men look up and down, left and right; but men like us are different. We are visionaries. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#future #inspirational #men #inspirational

Like officer Dave.He's never said much about his life, but I can tell he's scarred. And he knows I'm scarred too. The wounded always recognize the wounded. We can smell each other. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#mankind #life

Another man might have taken vengeance in blood and fire, or made an end of himself. Regan is stronger than that. There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on figting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#raven-flight #freedom