Richard Bach Quotes

The lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

An airplane stands for freedom, for joy, for the power to understand, and to demonstrate that understanding.

I would actually love to fly. I think that that would be probably the most exhilarating feeling, and as close as you can get to true freedom.

Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.

Learning how to fly, for me, was so euphoric.

Flying is like the ultimate superpower; it's just, like, the coolest thing.

You've never lived till you've flown!

Okay, so, flying,” I started, taking a deep breath and focusing on the thing I loved most in the world. “Flying is … great. It feels great when you’re doing it. It’s fun. Pure freedom. There’s nothing better.” Dylan smiled, a slow, easy smile that seemed to light up his whole face. “So the first thing we’re going to do,” I told him, “is push you off the roof.

I'd love to fly. I think that'd be cool.

Walking gets too boring, when you learn how to fly.

Anytime I can go fly for a few hours, I go. It's stressful and stress-relieving at the same time.

Riding exhilarated me; it gave me a joy and a purpose.

Flying is such a joy. You just want to hoot.

I'm very happy being me, although sometimes I'd love to be a bird so that I could fly.

I feel so great on a plane that it could be the end of everything, and I don't care.

I'd like to fly.

I love flying.

I am a helicopter pilot. Something that gives me pleasure sometimes is taking my helicopter to go high, 2000 meter, 6000 feet, to go there and feel like a bird. In this moment I feel free.

I've always been a good flier. I love the whole experience.

Nothing will ever equal that moment of joyous excitement which filled my whole being when I felt myself flying away from the earth. It was not mere pleasure; it was perfect bliss. Escaped from the frightful torments of persecution and of calumny, I felt that I was answering all in rising above all.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

I always wanted to fly. When I was in theatre, I used to go up on Dunstable Downs on my day off to watch the gliders, to get away from it all.

Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.

I'd fly. I sit and watch the birds go by and say, I wish I could do that.

It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself.