Pia Wurtzbach Quotes

I hate flying. The first time I flew with my wife, Najat, was the first time I'd ever flown in my life, and that was just a short flight to Turkey. I spent the whole time with my shirt pulled over my head. Then I got used to it.

The idea of flying in general does not appeal to me. I can barely understand why people want to fly at all, other than that it's occasionally necessary.

I'm not a good flyer. Because I do it so much, I think the odds of something going wrong are not in my favour.

They said, 'If we put you in first class with Brian, will you do it?' So I flew after not having flown in eight years. If there's one person who doesn't like flying as much as me, it's Brian.

I'm not a great flyer. It's ironic, since I'm in showbiz and have to fly at least twice a week. I try to sleep and blot it out.

I hate flying, airports and the whole rigmarole - queuing up, security and lost luggage.

I can be a bit of a nervous flyer.

I have to travel for my work, so the idea of getting on planes depresses me. They give me frequent-flyer points, and I think, 'I don't want them, because I'm sick of flying!'

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.

Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.

I don't like to fly. What's it called when the plane shakes? Turbulence, takeoffs... I grab my chair, close my eyes, count to 30, breathe, and pray.

Any time I'm in a moving thing, like an airplane, I'm usually asleep before we even get on our way.

People don't talk to me on airplanes.

I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.

The only time I can't sleep is on a plane, when I am literally keeping it in the air with my brain.

I hate flying. My stomach churns at the mere thought of it.

I'm an appalling flyer. I get very tense, although I no longer weep uncontrollably for no reason - I just sob if there's turbulence.

I'm not a nervous flier. I realize it's still the safest form of travel.

I prefer not to fly, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

I hate planes.

I think getting drunk is the key to flying comfortably. A couple of bloody marys or several glasses of champagne, and suddenly it's like you're on a roller coaster.

I hate flying. I don't like planes. I get really anxious.

I took a Fear of Flying class, and I always missed the class, because I was always flying.

If the plane moves, some turbulence, I am nervous flyer.

I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.