Honore de Balzac Quotes

When I ran, I felt like a butterfly that was free.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

Any time I get to go home is a joyous occasion.

Whenever I dream about flying, it's the best feeling in the world.

It's always nice to be home and be able to see my family. It's the best feeling.

I can't tell you how wonderful it is to hop in my car and drive home after rehearsal.

The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.

Now I'm free of him and I'm light as a feather. There's no weight holding me down; I'm ready to spread my wings and fly.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

After my final Breaking Dawn scene, I felt like I could shoot up into the night sky and every pore of my body would shoot light. I felt lighter than I've ever felt in my life.

It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself. . . Every time I have gone up in an aeroplane and looked down have realized I was free of the ground, I have had the consciousness of a new discovery. "I see:" I have thought, "This was the idea. And now I understand everything."

My bag was as light as my happy-go-lucky heart.

I am light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

Fly and you will catch the swallow.

Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He says, "It's not that I like ice Or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice To be the only bird in town.

Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.

To be young was very heaven!

We're flying free like birds in the sky, because we're ALIVE.

One has just to be oneself. That's my basic message. The moment you accept yourself as you are, all burdens, all mountainous burdens, simply disappear. Then life is a sheer joy, a festival of lights.

I'm going to tell you the story about the geese which fly 5,000 miles from Canada to France.

What happiness this is: to fly, skimming over the earth just as we do in our dreams! Life has become a dream. Can this be the meaning of paradise?

Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.