Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

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.

He who has imagination without learning has wings but no feet.

There is a lust in man no charm can tame: Of loudly publishing his neighbor's shame: On eagles wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are born and die.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

You cannot fly like an eagle with the wings of a wren.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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

As far as the talent goes, when you see somebody who's really hungry and talented and has a bright future, you are willing to allow them to spread their wings and try things. And sometimes they are going to make mistakes, and you're going to have to reel them in and control them. And if it gets too bad, you have to really step in.

Truth is not a matter of fact but a state of harmony with progress and hope. Enveloped only in its wings will we ever soar to the promise of our greater selves.

Don't put wings on me; I am no angel.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

The fans gave us the wings that allowed us to be where we are. So we're always thankful, and we know we're here thanks to our fans.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.

On my back, I have the cross and angel wings: rise above it, no matter what life throws at you. And also, you know, Jesus rose from the grave.

When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.