Wings Quotes - page 23

Changing a rod into a serpent and the serpent back into a rod may be clever magic, but how does such a demonstration prove that Moses spoke to God? If the only thing necessary to prove the truth of an extraordinary claim were to demonstrate an ability to bewilder, there would be no more mysteries to solve. If a person claims that he can bring the dead back to life, and in proof of that power pulls a rabbit out of a hat, that is hardly a demonstration of the truth of his claim; it is merely an example of his ability in the art of deception. If he claims that he can fly without wings and without the use of mechanical help of any kind, and in proof of his ability pulls another rabbit out of another hat, that is not proof of his ability to fly, but of his ability to lie, and he will without much hesitation be condemned as a faker. The demonstration of one thing has absolutely no bearing in proving the truth of the other, when there is no relationship between them. (Joseph Lewis)
Life is but the spirit's prison, Where its wings are furl'd, Stretching to their flight in vain, - Seeking that eternal home Which is in a world to come. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Ah, minstrel song hath many wings! From foreign lands its wealth it brings. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Youth is too eager, forth it flings Itself upon exulting wings, Which seek the heaven they ask too near- One wild flight ends the bright career; With broken wing and darkened eye, Earth claims again its own to die. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Oh! sweet and sudden fire that springs With but a look to light its wings; How false to say thou needest time The bright ascent of hope to climb; A star thou art, that may not be Reckoned by dull astronomy! View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
One of those gifted ones that walk the earth, Like angels in their beauty, and the while The air is filled with music from their wings. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Oh Genius! fling aside thy starry crown, Close up thy rainbow wings, and on thy head Lay dust and ashes - for, this cold drear world Is but thy prison-house. Alas for him Who has thy dangerous gifts, for they are like The fatal ones that evil spirits give, - Bright and bewildering, leading unto death. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Take that singing bird away! It has too glad a lay For an ear so lorn as mine! And its wings are all too light, And its feathers all too bright, To rest in a bosom like mine! View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Weep not for the dead with a fruitless recalling, Their soul on the wings of the morning hath fled; Mourn rather for those whom yet life is enthralling, Ah! weep for the living-weep not for the dead. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
It matters not its history; love has wings Like lightning, swift and fatal, and it springs Like a wild flower where it is least expected, Existing whether cherish'd or rejected. View quote
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
A weight is on the air, for ev'ry breeze Has, bird-like, folded up its wings for sleep. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)
O dream on your black wings you come when I am sleeping. Sweet is the god but still I am in agony and far from my strength. for I had hope (none now) to share something of the blessed gods, nor was I so foolish as to scorn pleasant toys. Now may I have all these things. View quote
Sappho
O dream on your black wings you come when I am sleeping. View quote
Sappho
I listen to a lot of 80s stuff, like Owner of a Lonely Heart, by the group Yes. And Mr. Misters Broken Wings. View quote
Timbaland
I've always been fascinated by everything with wings. View quote
Dolly Parton
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For who knows in what ruin of all hope he hideth, On what wings of the terror of darkness he rideth? View quote
William Morris
While he writes, I feel as if he is drawing me; or not drawing me, drawing on me - drawing on my skin - not with the pencil he is using, but with an old-fashioned goose pen, and not with the quill end but with the feather end. As if hundreds of butterflies have settled all over my face, and are softly opening and closing their wings. View quote
Margaret Atwood
We must not only open our eyes, but our arms, our wings. View quote
Henri Barbusse
Ah, there are cloudy moments when one asks himself if men do not deserve all the disasters into which they rush! No - I recover myself - they do not deserve them. But we, instead of saying "I wish" must say "I will." And what we will, we must will to build it, with order, with method, beginning at the beginning, when once we have been as far as that beginning. We must not only open our eyes, but our arms, our wings. View quote
Henri Barbusse
Poetry is enthusiasm with wings of fire; it is the angel of high thoughts, that inspires us with the power of sacrifice. View quote
Giuseppe Mazzini
I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet. (Henry Miller)
OSTRICH, n. A large bird to which (for its sins, doubtless) nature has denied that hinder toe .... The absence of a good working pair of wings is no defect, for, as has been ingeniously pointed out, the ostrich does not fly. View quote
Ambrose Bierce
And then music. Wind chimes. And the sound of someone playing a violin. A fiddle. Or maybe just the music of a little dragon's wings. Maybe. View quote
Christopher Golden
Good parents give their children Roots and Wings. Roots to know where home is, wings to fly away and exercise what's been taught them. View quote
Jonas Salk
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned campsites over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: "Live in the layers, not on the litter." View quote
Stanley Kunitz