Our love went from fly to flower to butterfly, and it was meant to beautifully flutter, not sit still on a shelf like a trophy to be collected.
I pack a chokehold when flying. How else am I supposed to get the bird to carry me? Apparently my love isn’t suffocating enough.
I moved back to Buffalo in 2009, and I had this moment where I wanted to have the best of both worlds. I wanted to be able to be in church and cook at home but then still get on a plane and fly back to New York and be this supermodel.
The last few years haven't been as good so I can fly under the radar, come in and do the best I can and I don't have all these high hopes placed on me.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
Most people are unable to write because they are unable to think, and they are unable to think because they congenitally lack the equipment to do so, just as they congenitally lack the equipment to fly over the moon.
Twinkle, twinkle little bat How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky.
Some people don't care if they live or they die. Some people want to know what it feels like to fly. They gather their courage and they give it a try And fall under the wheels of time going by.
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
I do like to fly under the radar. When I walk around town, the only people I want to recognise me and call me by my name are the folks at Starbucks.
And, you run also video because to fly this arm, you're relying mostly on some external camera views that may be coming from the arm itself or from the station.
So come with me, where dreams are born and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly in wings, forever, in Never Neverland!!
I fly around with chicks on each arm and have no script. I just talk about what I feel like. But that's why my act works: I'm like this normal guy.
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
I was a fighter pilot, flying Hurricanes all round the Mediterranean. I flew in the Western Desert of Libya, in Greece, in Syria, in Iraq and in Egypt.
I seem to have been everywhere in the last 30 years, maybe not in the epicenter but flying around the periphery of extraordinary events and equally extraordinary people.
India was a sensation. It was remarkable to see all those parrots flying about, the brilliant foliage and the brilliant sky. It was a tremendous pageant. I never noticed the poverty.
The official independence celebration was going to be held over four or five days, and a group of journalists from all over the world was allowed to fly in, because Angola was closed otherwise.
Business ideas are like those flying dragons in Avatar. First you have to find one, let it choose you, then be brave enough to ride it.
And the two planes that were taking the band and crew that we had taken out to San Diego were flying out after the show. And so I was never supposed to be on that plane.
But how do you wait for heaven And who has that much time And how do you keep your feet on the ground When you know, that you were born, you were born to fly
