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The exhilaration of flying is too keen, the pleasure too great, for it to be neglected as a sport.
Flying is more than a sport and more than a job; flying is pure passion and desire, which fill a lifetime.
Flying is a lot like playing a musical instrument; you’re doing so many things and thinking of so many other things, all at the same time. It becomes a spiritual experience. Something wonderful happens in the pit of your stomach.
When you think about flying, it’s nuts really. Here you are at about 40,000 feet, screaming along at 700 miles an hour and you’re sitting there drinking Diet Pepsi and eating peanuts. It just doesn’t make any sense.
Flying may not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.
There is no flying without wings.
Flying is hours and hours of boredom sprinkled with a few seconds of sheer terror.
Flying has torn apart the relationship of space and time: it uses our old clock but with new yardsticks.
Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
There is no more exciting sport than flying, for if you lose, you die.
Flying is awful, there’s nothing to do when you’re up in the air. I bloat up, my skin gets dry, and when we hit turbulence, I’m terrified.
I don’t have a fear of flying; I have a fear of crashing.
Why fly’ Simple. I’m not happy unless there’s some room between me and the ground.
I think it is a pity to lose the romantic side of flying and simply to accept it as a common means of transport….
Once you have learned to fly your plane, it is far less fatiguing to fly than it is to drive a car. You don’t have to watch every second for cats, dogs, children, lights, road signs, ladies with baby carriages and citizens who drive out in the middle of t
You haven’t seen a tree until you’ve seen its shadow from the sky.
The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
The good thing about flying solo is it’s never boring.
It’s only when you’re flying above it that you realize how incredible the Earth really is.
Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery – the epitome of breaking into new worlds.
When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
That’s the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again.
Flying can be easy at times, but with the wrong machine or the wrong person at the controls, it is the most difficult thing in the world.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
To most people the sky is the limit. To those who love flying, the sky is home.
There is no sport equal to that which aviators enjoy while being carried through the air on great white wings.
More than anything else, the sensation of flying is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost ~ if you can conceive of such a combination.
I learned the discipline of flying in order to have the freedom of flight….Discipline prevents crashes.
I was sold on flying as soon as I had a taste for it.
Flying is done largely with the imagination.
I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty. That the reasons flyers fly, whether they know it or not, is the aesthetic appeal of flying.
If you are bored flying, your standards are too low.
In flying I have learned that carelessness and overconfidence are usually far more dangerous than deliberately accepted risks.
Flying is within our grasp. We have naught to do but take it.
We who fly do so for the love of flying. We are alive in the air with this miracle that lies in our hands and beneath our feet.
Flying alone! Nothing gives such a sense of mastery over time over mechanism, mastery indeed over space, time, and life itself, as this.
[Flying] fosters fantasies of childhood, of omnipotence, rapid shifts of being, miraculous moments; it stirs our capacity for dreaming.
Flying prevails whenever a man and his airplane are put to a test of maximum performance.
Below twenty, boys are too rash for flying. Above twenty-five they are too prudent.
Flying is hypnotic and all pilots are victims to the spell. Their world is like a magic island in which the factors of life and death assume their proper values. Thinking becomes clear because there are no earthly foibles or embellishments to confuse it.
Any pilot can describe the mechanics of flying. What it can do for the spirit of man is beyond description.
Flying is inherently dangerous. We like to gloss that over with clever rhetoric and comforting statistics, but these facts remain: gravity is constant and powerful, and speed kills. In combination, they are particularly destructive.
I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.
Flying without feathers is not easy; my wings have no feathers.
See driving is like stabbing someone, it’s very personal. While flying is like shooting someone, it’s more distant.