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“Flyers fell a certain kinship with the sight of the earth unencrusted by humanity, they want to see it that way in one sweeping view, in reassurance that nature still exists on her own, without a chain-link fence to hold her.”

Quote by Richard Bach

Work

A Gift of Wings

This book delves into the journey of a character who discovers their wings, symbolizing a newfound sense of freedom and purpose. more

Author

Richard Bach
Richard Bach

Richard Bach is an American writer known for his profound philosophical thoughts and allegorical stories. His work 'Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah' has become a beloved classic, inspiring many to seek self-realization and the meaning of life. more

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“The last of the lonely places is the sky, a trackless void where nothing lives or grows, and above it, space itself. Man may have been destined to walk upon ice or sand, or climb the mountains or take craft upon the sea. But surely he was never meant to fly? But he does, and finding out how to do it was his last great adventure.”

“The philosopher is Nature's pilot. And there you have our difference: to be in hell is to drift: to be in heaven is to steer.”

“It is appearances, characteristics and performance that make a man love an airplane, and they, are what put emotion into one. You love a lot of things if you live around them, but there isn't any woman and there isn't any horse, nor any before nor any after, that is as lovely as a great airplane, and men who love them are faithful to them even though they leave them for others. A man has only one virginity to lose in fighters, and if it is a lovely plane he loses it to, there his heart will ever be.”

“So the crew fly on with no thought that they are in motion. Like night over the sea, they are very far from the earth, from towns, from trees. The clock ticks on. The dials, the radio lamps, the various hands and needles go though their invisible alchemy. . . . and when the hour is at hand the pilot may glue his forehead to the window with perfect assurance. Out of oblivion the gold has been smelted: there it gleams in the lights of the airport.”