When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
Robert Bridges 1844-1930 ‘London Snow’ (1890)
There was a pause—just long enough for an angel to pass, flying slowly.
Ronald Firbank 1886-1926 ‘Vainglory’ (1915) ch. 6
O he flies through the air with the greatest of ease,
This daring young man on the flying trapeze.
George Leybourne d. 1884 ‘The Daring Young Man’ (1868 song)
Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You’re free of the gravity of what people think.
Everybody should have an equal chance – but they shouldn’t have a flying start.
Everything has changed. The flying changed. The airports have changed.
Flying back from New York, the flight attendant said ‘God, I wished you were here yesterday, we had a stroke on the plane. I said, if I have a stroke on a plane, I hope the pretend doctor isn’t the one on the plane. I want a real doctor.
Flying dreams mean that you’re doing the right thing with your life.
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.
Flying is hours and hours of boredom sprinkled with a few seconds of sheer terror.
Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.
Gliders, sail planes, they’re wonderful flying machines. It’s the closest you can come to being a bird.
Have you ever, on a cloudless night, looked down from a passing aircraft flying over Canada? Endless, glowing strings of cities, towns, and homesteads. Stretching on and on, one province to the next. With only the stars in the distance.
Having played many roles of scientific intellect I do have an empathy for that world. It’s been hard on me because flying the Enterprise for seven years in Star Trek and sitting in Cerebro in X-men has led people to believe that I know what I’m talking about. But I’m still trying to work out how to operate the air conditioning unit on my car.