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“Take these broken wings and learn to fly.”
― Paul McCartney, Blackbird Singing: Poems and Lyrics, 1965-1999

“A bird who hurt her wing,
now forgotten how to fly.

A song she used to sing,
but can't remember why.

A breath she caught and kept -
that left her in a sigh.

It hurts her so to love you,
but she won't say goodbye.”
― Lang Leav

“In the depth a light will grow,
A silver shine no shadows know,
Like wings unfolding in the sky,
That circle 'round a gleaming eye,
Turning darkness all away,
Even depths will know their day,
For every shadow has its end,
In light!
Life will return again!”
― Robert Fanney

“True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.”
― William Shakespeare

“If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only becasue it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.”
― Giordano Bruno

“I am tired of having hands
she said
I want wings �

But what will you do without your hands
to be human?

I am tired of human
she said
I want to live on the sun â€�”
― Louise Glück, Averno

“In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of the formation of a language, seeking the hidden reason of all its apparent caprices, we do not reach that end, for grammar is not literatureâ€� When we come to literature, we find that, though it conforms to the rules of grammar, it is yet a thing of joy; it is freedom itself. The beauty of a poem is bound by strict laws, yet it transcends them. The laws are its wings. They do not keep it weighed down. They carry it to freedom. Its form is in law, but its spirit is in beauty. Law is the first step toward freedom, and beauty is the complete liberation which stands on the pedestal of law. Beauty harmonizes in itself the limit and the beyond â€� the law and the liberty.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Sadhana

“Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I was so blessed.
The first person
I gave my heart to
was an angel
who plucked the feathers
off his wings
and built a nest for it.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end.
Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead.
The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface.
The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat.
"No, Katniss! No! You can't go!"
But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.”
― Suzanne Collins

“I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.”
― Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight

“It hurts, doesn't it? Giving someone everything you can think of. The wings to fly and roots to stay and yet watch them choose none of those, leaving you hanging in the middle of void and nothingness.”
― Akshay Vasu

“-What's so funny?"
"-Sorry," David said, reddening again. "You just taste so sweet."
"-What do you mean, sweet?"
He licked his bottom lip one more time.
"-You taste like honey."
"-Honey?"
"-Yeah, I thought I was going nuts the day...well, you know, that one day. But it was the same today. Your mouth is really sweet."
He paused for a second, then grinned.
"-Hot like honey-like nectar. That makes more sense."
"-Great. Now I'm going to have to explain that to everyone I kiss for the rest of my life unless it's you or another faerie."
She'd almost said Tamani's name. Her fingers flew to the ring around her neck.
David shrugged.
"-Then don't kiss anyone except me."
"-David..."
"-I'm just offering up the obvious solution," he said, hands up in protest.”
― Aprilynne Pike, Wings

“Wings are like dreams. Before each flight, a bird takes a small jump, a leap of faith, believing that its wings will work. That jump can only be made with rock solid feet.”
― J.R. Rim

“Okay, so, flying,â€� I started, taking a deep breath and focusing on the thing I loved most in the world. “Flying is â€� great. It feels great when you’re doing it. It’s fun. Pure freedom. There’s nothing better.â€�
Dylan smiled, a slow, easy smile that seemed to light up his whole face.
“So the first thing we’re going to do,â€� I told him, “is push you off the roof.”
― James Patterson, Fang

“Oh No! My wings are effed up!”
― Tammara Webber, Between the Lines

“Max." Fang let go of my hand. "Right now, it's really all about—us."

He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical, flying straight up to the sun.

While carefully synchronizing our wings—they almost touched—Fang leaned in, gently put one hand behind my neck, and kissed me. It was just about as close to heaven as I'll ever get, I guess. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely,
utterly trusted.

When we finally broke apart, we looked down at the others, who were way far below us now. Angel was shading her eyes, looking up at us with a big smile. She was sitting on a dolphin's back, and I hoped soon someone would explain to the dolphin that he shouldn't let Angel take advantage of his good nature.

Still looking up at us, Angel gave us a big thumbs-up.


"She approves," Fang said with a hint of amusement.
"Jeez," I wondered aloud. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
― James Patterson, Max

“Crows don’t take from you,â€� Dean said. “They give your soul wings.”
― Caitlin Kittredge, The Iron Thorn

“I knew I was a grain of sand in the vast desert that never ended and he was a sparkling star in the sky. I was a fish who couldn’t breathe in air and had to stay in dark waters forever while he was a majestic bird who soared so high that he barely touched the ground. I did not deserve him. I could only watch him from down here and wish, wish that he could come here someday. That he could know that I existed. But for that, he had to fall. He had to drop to the ground but I could not let that happen. And then I thought, birds are meant to fly and stars are meant to shine and if someone takes it away from them, they can't be the same anymore. So, I just prayed that his wings never fail him, that the star never explodes. And I was at peace.”
― Aleena Yasin

“Always have faith in yourself and the universe, for one will not get you anywhere without the other. Both must be equally strong to reach your desires, for they are the wings that will lift you to your dreams.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“While fear depletes power, faith gives wings for the soul’s elevation.”
― T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

“Sometimes there are stormy moments in your life when your friends do more than just walk with you; they become angels that carry you and protect you with their wings.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

“The inner woman is the source of healing. The inner woman is the source of silence. The inner woman is the source of love. The inner woman is the source of belongingness with life. Embracing the inner man and woman is to discover our inner roots and wings.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Presence - Working from Within. The Psychology of Being

“Similar to a butterfly, I've gone through a metamorphosis, been released from my dark cocoon, embraced my wings, and soared!”
― Dana Arcuri, Reinventing You: Simple Steps to Transform Your Body, Mind, & Spirit

“Let us see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings.”
― E.O. Wilson

“You never needed wings to fly,
You only needed love.”
― Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God: A Collection of Love Poems

“And maybe... you are a little fat bear cub with no wings, and no feathers.”
― Else Holmelund Minarik

“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, Godmother: The Secret Cinderella Story

“She flew across the turbulent gust.
Her eyes fixed, her wings strong
She flies and flies and flies along.
To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy