The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.
May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.
Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.
Don't be afraid to take an unfamiliar path; sometimes, they're the ones that take you to the best places.
She dances to the songs in her head, speaks with the rhythm of her heart, and loves from the depths of her soul.
What good are wings without the courage to fly?
If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing.
A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking because its trust is not on the branch but on its wings.
Your wings already exist. All you have to do is fly.
The only way to deal with this life meaningfully is to find one's passion and give oneself to it, heart and soul.
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Your wings are not just there to fly, but also to shield you from the storms of life.
Wings are like dreams. Before each flight, a bird takes a small jump, a leap of faith, believing that its wings will work.
The wings of transformation are born of patience and struggle.
I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance.
I'd like to have my wings so I could fly away from all my troubles.
To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.