“The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle. But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me. Have I done all to keep the air fresh? Have I cared enough about the water? Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom? Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild's fondness?” HeartLongDoneEnoughLeftWaterAirCryCreaturesLongingCurseNativeFlashNative AmericanSoarGrandchildrenAcheEaglesNeedlesAmerican IndianFondnessNative American WisdomSalmonMy GrandchildrenGreat SpiritNative AmericaNative American IndianGreat Native AmericanNative American EarthIndian WisdomNative WisdomNative American Indian InspirationalHeart AcheNative American Dream Author:Chief Dan George
“The chilly December day! two shivering bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio first felt their homemade contraption whittled out of hickory sticks, gummed together with Arnstein's bicycle cement, stretched with muslin they'd sewn on their sister's sewing machine in their own backyard on Hawthorn Street in Dayton, Ohio, soar into the air above the dunes and the wide beach at Kitty Hawk.” FirstsTwoTogetherFeltAirStreetsMachinesSticksWideBeachSoarMechanicBicycleSisterDecemberOhioBackyardsHawksCementSewingKittiesHomemadeChilly Book:The Big Money: Volume Three of the U.S.A. Trilogy Source: The Big Money: Volume Three of the U.S.A. Trilogy
“Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The air is clean, the rock cuts cruelly into flesh; shatter the rock and the odor of flint rises to your nostrils, bitter and sharp. Whirlwinds dance across the salt flats, a pillar of dust by day; the thornbush breaks into flame at night. What does it mean? It means nothing. It is as it is and has no need for meaning. The desert lies beneath and soars beyond any possible human qualification. Therefore, sublime.” NeedsHumansMeanDoePhilosophyLyingNightBreakSunCuttingAirRocksCleanMythFleshTheologyBitterClarityDustDesertFlamesFlatsSaltSublimeSoarMistPillarsFablesQualificationsDogmaticOdor Author:Edward Abbey
“Every child has his own beauty, her own talents. Ikarus Jackson can fly through the air; I want kids to find their own set of wings and soar with him.” WantChildrenKidsAirTalentWingsSoar Author:Christopher Myers
“Tell me why the caged bird nutters against its prison bars, and I will tell you why the soul sickens of earthliness. The bird has wings, and wings were made to cleave the air, and soar in freedom in the sun. The soul is immortal it cannot feed upon husks.” MadeSoulSunAirBirdPrisonWingsBarsImmortalityImmortalSoarCagedCaged BirdsPrison Bars Author:Randolph Sinks Foster
“The heaviest of burdens is simultaneously an image of life's most intense fullfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into new heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?” MenRealEarthCausesHalfOur LivesAirMovementWeightAbsolutesBurdenAbsenceIntenseHeightTruthfulSoarInsignificantLightersLightnessUnbearable Lightness Of BeingUnbearable Lightness Author:Milan Kundera
“Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.” FirstsLastsPleasureAirEternalSingingSilentSweetnessSoarLarks Book:The Divine Comedy: Volume 3: Paradiso Source: The Divine Comedy: Volume 3: Paradiso