Quotes about Wings

A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.

He rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.

The great greatest gift you can give him is the freedom to spread his wings.

From the shoulders, slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, of poetry. Calvin fell to his knees. No, Mrs. Whatsit said, though her voice was not Mrs. Whatsit's voice. Not to me Calvin. Never to me. Stand up.

They turned around, and they saw, there by the great rock— wings, it seemed like hundreds of wings, spreading, folding, stretching— and eyes how many eyes can a drive of dragons have? and small jets of flame

Let the cymbals of popularity tinkle still. Let the butterflies of fame glitter with their wings. I shall envy neither their music nor their colors.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

Faith and hope...are the wings by which our souls, rising above the world, are lifted up to God.

Families is where our nation finds hope, where wings take dream.

The wings of prayer carry high and far.

As a bird easily comes to terms with the necessity of bearing wings when it finds that it is, in fact, the wings that bear up the bird--up, away from the world, into the sky, into freedom--so the woman who accepts the limitations of womanhood finds in those very limitations her gifts, her special calling--wings, in fact, which bear her up into perfect freedom, into the will of God.

Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, With those great careless wings, Nor yet did I.