“Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning,
Flying for joy of the flight”

“On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.”

“As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.”

“And her joy would become a restless thing, flapping its wings inside her, as though looking for an opening to fly away.”

“Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.”

“Terror wings his flight.”

“I'm learning to fly,
But I ain't got wings.
Coming down
Is the hardest thing.”

“Alas, despite wing implants, feathers and wax, and carnal associations with swans, we will never grow wings. Alas, any true flight we make will always be externally assisted. Alas, the best we can do is fall and believe ourselves flying.”

“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.”

“So rapid is the flight of dreams upon the wings of imagination.”