A Quote by Warren Buffett

If you want to soar like an eagle in life, you can't be flocking with the turkeys. — © Warren Buffett
If you want to soar like an eagle in life, you can't be flocking with the turkeys.
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.
It's hard to soar with the eagles when you're surrounded by turkeys.
Why fly like a hen when you can soar like an eagle?
You can't soar like an eagle and crap like a canary.
Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.
You cannot soar with the eagles as long as you hang out with the turkeys.
The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark; The eagle soars to heaven in his flight; And in those realms of space, all bathed in light, Soar none except the eagle and the lark.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.
So long as one's just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
The eagle may soar; beavers build dams.
The world would have you agree with its dismal dream of limitation. But the light would have you soar like the eagle of your sacred visions.
America is still an eagle, and she's ready to soar again.
The eagle may soar, but the weasel never gets sucked into a jet engine.
In the yoga sutras, they have this beautiful analogy that the journey of life is like the flight of an eagle, or the journey over multiple lifetimes is like a flight of an eagle. First, the eagle stretches its wings high, high, high, and experiences everything that the world has to offer in terms of flight. It's growing and flying and it's experiencing, and then it brings its wings down gracefully and that is the completion of the journey.
I hate turkeys. If you go to the grocery store, you start to get mad at turkeys. You see turkey ham, turkey bologna, turkey pastrami. Somebody just needs to tell the turkeys, "Man, just be yourselves!" I already like you, little fella. I used to draw you. If you had a couple of fingers missing, you would draw a really messed-up turkey. That turkey was in an accident!
And God says to all of us, you are no chicken; you are an eagle. Fly, eagle, fly. And God wants us to shake ourselves, spread our pinions, and then lift off and soar and rise, and rise toward the confident and the good and the beautiful. Rise towards the compassionate and the gentle and the caring. Rise to become what God intends us to be - eagles, not chickens.
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