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“I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum."

"What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes.

"Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.”
― Lauren DeStefano, Fever

“As their saltwater tears combined with the sea, Lewis finally understood the log line of their love story: He was an aimless kite in search of a string to ground him to the world, but instead, he'd found Wren, a great, strong wind who supported his exploration of the sky.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“Kites fly highest into the wind. Keep going regardless of the seeming resistance.”
― Carol 'CC' Miller

“I have seen a puppet, dancing to the tunes. I have seen a kite flying with a string.
I have seen people working for someone else without knowing this reality.

I have seen prisoners who think they are free.”
― Himanshu Bisht

“I loved that kite, that cinnamon hound. We were old friends. I had soared and laughed with that kite. It got me out on the perimeter. I felt I had failed it somehow, and Rune too, even though he would’ve offered the string to Leer, just as I had. Thinking it over I became a bit less angry, and more proud of the kite itself: it had refused to be flown by Leer one moment longer. It broke the line and caught the next gust out of town. A perilous beautiful move, choosing to throw yourself at the future, even if it means one day coming down in the sea.”
― Leif Enger, Virgil Wander

“Friends were hundred ,
Kites were none ,
This was the time when I was young.
Now the kites are hundred ,
Friends are none,
Sitting under the sun.”
― Yash Gupta

“Friends were hundred ,
Kites were none ,
This was the time when I was young.
Now the kites are hundred ,
Friends are none,
Sitting under the flaming sun.”
― Yash Gupta

“We are kites in this world God is holding the string.”
― Kishore Bansal

“Breathe. Steel yourself, for here ends gravity and there are now no anchors to keep you grounded. Beware, the apeman is not prepared for such leaps of imagination. Life is a kite. Remember to breathe.”
― Cliff James, Life As A Kite

“Whether it was butterflies, or paper planes, or kites. She was always chasing after something. And I was always chasing after her.”
― Shireen Ayache, Card of Truth

“Long ago in the wooded hills of northern Europe. there was a tiny kingdom called Color Wood. It was one of the most beautiful places in all of the world. The trees in the country side were gifted with colors that no other forest in the world possessed. There were purple trees, orange trees, bright blue trees, red trees and yellow trees.”
― Glen Liset, The King Who Lost His Colors

“Each morning when the sun came up the
song birds would awaken the king. After a royal breakfast he would spend a few hours walking through the colorful woods watching the birds and listening to their songs. He would stroll past the blue stream and greet the happy people of his kingdom. After watching the beavers and otters play he would head back to his castle smiling from ear to ear. When King Daniel was happy everyone in the kingdom was happy.”
― Glen Liset, The King Who Lost His Colors

“Early one spring morning as the king was taking his walk through his beautiful forest the wind started to pick up and it started to rain. The birds began to flutter and chirp loudly and the trees started to sway in the wind. King Daniel decided to return to his
castle until the weather got better. As time passed the weather got worse. The winds got stronger and the rain got heavier. Bolts of lightning crackled in the sky followed by booming claps of thunder.”
― Glen Liset, The King Who Lost His Colors

“K is for Kite
Today we have gone fishing. Dad's excited, so am I.
He's angling in the ocean. Me? I'm fishing in the sky.
Dad cast his line. Hours have passed. He hasn't had one bite.
I feel a sharp tug on my string. Hurray, I've caught a kite.
My catch is big and colorful, and trails a bow-tied tail.
My dad is packing up his bait, his hooks, his rod and reel.
When I get home, I'll show my prize and put it on display.
When Dad gets home he'll tell tall tales of fish that got away.”
― Richard Michelson, S Is for Sea Glass: A Beach Alphabet

“In the land of my girlhood, there were many kites. There was one for each of us. We flew them to our heart’s delight. We flew them till they bound our feet, till they bound our hearts with kite strings. The kites are forever tethered to our hearts though we can no longer see them. Wherever we go, they remain in our sky. No knife, no scissors can ever sever our hearts from our kites.”
― Charlson Ong, Of That Other Country We Now Speak and Other Stories

“My friend.. Today I missed you. I wanted to tell you what's going on with me,
And hear what's going on with you, but something destroyed my phone
And I lost my loved ones' phone numbers...
I wonder.. Did something destroy your phone too?
Is that why you lost my phone number as well?
My friend.. Today I made a kite with some of the kids here.
I attached a message to it, hoping it would reach you.
And as soon as it flew freely in our sky, I let go of the thread and watched it flew farther and farther.. hoping it wouldn't lose its way..
Perhaps it's still remembers our city that has became unfamiliar! My friend..
It seems that my kite is lost just like the pigeons and the phone numbers are lost,
and the way is lost, only a few dreams remain, or even less than a few...
My friend.. I still watch the sky, and watch the children's kites, perhaps one of them carries a message from you to me...
letters in wartime”
― Sara Ahmed