Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow your wings on the way down.
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.
Even if I was a bad right wing guy, to the extent of whether my arguments are right or wrong, they're right or wrong independently if I'm right or left.
We don't need wings to be angels We don't need reasons to be right Your love makes us all better That who we really are Angels and heroes at heart
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.
Right. I can tell from the bat wings and the leeches that you three are just all happy-smiles and rainbows.
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.
If you pick the right people and give them the opportunity to spread their wings and put compensation as a carrier behind it you almost don't have to manage them.
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.
I'd read so much right-wing crime fiction where they find the evidence and shoot the bad guy - I thought there must be another approach.
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!
