For the Indian,dance is a personal form of prayer. When the Eagle Dancer puts on his costume,when he begins to dance to the music,he doesn't simply perform it; he actually becomes the eagle itself. The dancer is virtually inseparable from the dance.
To pray is to mount on eagle's wings above the clouds and get into the clear heaven where God dwelleth.
Don't look down, it's an impossible view; Fly like an eagle whatever you do.
The world would have you agree with its dismal dream of limitation. But the light would have you soar like the eagle of your sacred visions.
Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
Thou art an eagle, thou doest belong to the sky and not to the earth, stretch forth thy wings and fly.
New Scientist magazine reported that in the future, cars could be powered by hazelnuts. That's encouraging, considering an eight-ounce jar of hazelnuts costs about nine dollars. Yeah, I've got an idea for a car that runs on bald eagle heads and Faberge eggs.
All I cared about was the music, like hearing Townes [ Van Zandt] talking about "For the sake of the song"; it's all that mattered. In spite of me a couple of things happened, mainly the Eagles and Seven Bridges Road. That certainly helped me survive. Joan Baez, Rita Coolidge, and Ian Matthews did it.
I didn't live in the world of disco or the world of the Eagles.
Eagles fly where lesser birds cannot fly, so eagles can do what lesser birds cannot do.
The butterfly in a caterpillar: the eagle in an egg; the saint in a selfish human being.
We gotta be free - The eagle and me. see Amelia Jenks Bloomer, Emancipation of Women
It is a confession that we do not have such a prodigious head as is required to answer the question what is happening, that we cannot get on top of what is happening, that we are stuck in the middle of it, in medias res, inter-esse, amazing and bewildered. We cannot soar over what is happening with philosophy's eagle-wings. What's happening has clipped our wings.
There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle And dark desperate hours that nobody sees My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain My head in my hands down on my knees
Bogotá seemed a cruel towering place, like an eagles' nest now inhabited by vultures and their dying prey.
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
Why fly like a hen when you can soar like an eagle?
It's hard to soar with the eagles when you're surrounded by turkeys.
All right. " Shimmering droplets on her eyelashes, stars caught in transition. "But will you replace it with something for me?" "Anything. " His body was hers. Brushing her fingers over his lips, she said, "You gave me an eagle. I want to give you one, too. " A tender kiss pressed to the scar. "I want us to fly together.
I was into jazz even when I was a kid. My parents would play Ella Fitzgerald, George Shearing, and Dixieland music. I loved The Monkees, The Beatles, The Eagles, and America.