#wings

I'm spreading my wings at last. ↗

— Charlie Simpson

#last #spreading #wings

An angel of God never has wings. ↗

— Joseph Smith, Jr.

#god #never #wings

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

— William Henry Hudson

#eagle #fly #like #wings #wren

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings. ↗

— Hodding Carter

#bequests #children #give #hope #lasting

The Biblical account describing God as an eagle teaching his eaglets to fly is exactly the process readers go through as they work through the chapters of this book. "Like an eagle that stirs up its nest and hovers over its young, that spreads its wings to catch them and carries them on its pinions." Deut. 32:11 ↗

— Beth Willis Miller

#eagle-s-wings #age

Very few cities in the NHL have the history or the following of the Detroit Red Wings. ↗

— Steve Yzerman

#detroit #few #following #history #nhl

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly. ...I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken. ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#fairy #godmother #heart #heartbreak #wings

People have to forgive. We don't have to like them, we don't have to be friends with them, we don't have to send them hearts in text messages, but we have to forgive them, to overlook, to forget. Because if we don't we are tying rocks to our feet, too much for our wings to carry! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#forgive #forgiveness #forgiving #inspirational #inspirational-attitude

I mean that everything this afternoon has been too beautiful, and that perhaps everything together will never be so right again. I'm very glad therefore you've been a part of it. ↗

— Henry James

#the-wings-of-the-dove #beauty

George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit, and, last of all, hatred of Dr. Gharn, who had started it all. But the hatred swayed to pity. Then to hopelessness. Then back to anger. Every once in a great while, he felt a moment of peace, usually when he caught a glimpse of Beatrice and Marit together. He loved them both in different ways. But that could not be. He turned away, and the cycle began again. ↗

— Mette Ivie Harrison

#conflicting-emotions #despair #emotional-upheaval #hate #love