Unjustified ambition kills value, Kills someone else's desire to fly, Cuts their wings, sucks their air. If there is nothing else, it eats its own life.
My husband calls it winging it - the way I just took what the studios gave me, didn't do my homework and avoided roles that would risk my image.
The blues is something separate from what I do. They connect at certain spots, but blues is different. I wouldn't put it in with what my career has been. That would be a whole separate wing.
He who is silent must be agreed with, for what shall the wings of opposition thresh upon, without the winds of conversation to shoulder them.
Music has always assuaged my lacerations, brightened my hours, added glow to my little joys and given wings to my fantasy flights.
We fear to trust our wings. We plume and feather them, but dare not throw our weight upon them. We cling too often to the perch.
Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.
Was I in a nativity play? I think I was an angel; I was a very blonde child, so I tended to get typecast. I have a vague memory of wearing wings.
The volume of twaddle from critics is directly proportional to the distance you keep from them. There is always room to spread your wings when you fly solo.
My favourite poem is called 'Roots and Wings' - it's a very moving poem about how if you've got real roots you can fly.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
To play Hillary Clinton? I'm kind of winging it. No, are you kidding me? I prepared obsessively. I mean, as much as I could in the time that I was given. Of course, with someone like Hillary Clinton, obviously, anything you want is on YouTube and at ...
Tor.com has been a venue for original SF and fantasy since 2008, but we've never formalized our process for submissions. Indeed, for a long time, we were totally winging it.
Seagulls: Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. [repeatedly] Nigel: Oh would you just shut up? You're rats with wings!
Amsterdam Vallon: It's a funny feeling being taken under the wing of a dragon. It's warmer than you'd think.
Lau Kin Ming: Do all undercover cops like rooftops? Chan Wing Yan: Unlike you, I'm not afraid of light.
Claudia: Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.
Ip Man: [Facing the Northerner Ip Man adopts his combat stance with an unsettling mixture of mettle and serenity] Wing Chun, Ip Man.
Peter Falk: Yellow star means death. Why did they pick yellow...? Sunflowers. Van Gogh killed himself...
I fight like Bruce Lee. I train in his style of kung fu, wing chun. It's all about fighting with controlled power, so you learn to punch correctly.
