Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. As long as love is in my heart, it's everywhere.
We could fly anywhere in the world given that we had to fly coach but we could fly anywhere in the world or do whatever we wanted to do.
I would love to fly privately, but unfortunately, I don't. I don't summer anywhere either.
Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?
Be yourself. Be true to that, to your heart. Patience. See what happens if you step back instead of bounding forward.
The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.
As our heart soars, we fly with it! Let love take you places!
When angels fly inside your heart, that's when you can fly.
Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.
I fly my own airplane, and I have since 1960. I rarely fly anywhere other than my own airplane.
Love is that orbit of the restless soulWhose circle grazes the confines of space,Bounding within the limits of its raceUtmost extremes.
Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again.
As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.
Nature lies, disheveled, pale, With her feverish lips apart,- Day by day the pulses fail, Nearer to her bounding heart.
Something to think about: If you fish the wrong fly long and hard enough, it will sooner or later become the right fly.