Thou art an eagle, thou doest belong to the sky and not to the earth, stretch forth thy wings and fly.
THE TESTAMENT OF TALL EAGLE is myth-making of epic scope.
Heaven begun is the living proof that makes the heaven to come credible. Christ in you is "the hope of glory. " It is the eagle eye of faith which penetrates the grave, and sees far into the tranquil things of death. He alone can believe in immortality who feels the resurrection in him already.
The Eagle does not escape the storm. The Eagle simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It spreads its mighty wings and rises on the winds that bring the storm.
Elinor Lipman tweets like a nightingale with an eagle eye.
You can't criticize Bob Dylan's singing. You have to respect Billy Joel as a brilliant poet. You can't tell me there's a better rock band ever than Led Zeppelin. And if you speak during the Eagles' "Last Resort," we're done. I'm just asking for seven minutes. This stuff really matters, you know.
You can't soar like an eagle and crap like a canary.
I was nervous starting off today. I was nervous because I felt like I was going to play good and shoot a good round. I was trying to calm myself down. This race is a long race. The eagle at two was helped, but I was trying not to be too eager.
The 'Crue' is not the hardest band to cover. There are no harmonies like the Eagles.
I knew Glenn Frey. He called me up in 1977 and told me The Eagles were looking for a bass player, preferably someone who could write and had a high voice. That was me.
The eagle may soar, but the weasel never gets sucked into a jet engine.
I can still sing most Eagles songs, even though I never bought a record and never liked the band.
The Romans worshipped their standard; and the Roman standard happened to be an eagle. Our standard is only one tenth of an eagle,--a dollar, but we make all even by adoring it with tenfold devotion.
Let us return to our eagle's nest in the Himalayas. It is waiting for us, for it is ours, eaglets of Europe, we need not renounce any part of our real nature. . . whence we formerly took our flight.
I have a spirit guide. His name is Gray Eagle. This is why some people think I am a really crazy person, but he is the one who helps me and guide me. So I'm talking to the spirit world all the time.
You know, I'm an eagle, flying around in the mountains.
I have no will, unless it be the will never to decide. I have been so overwhelmed by the many storms that have broken over my head, that I am become passive in the hands of the Almighty, like a sparrow in the talons of an eagle. I live, because it is not ordained for me to die.
The eagle has ceased to scream, but the parrots will now begin to chatter. The war of the giants is over and the pigmies will now start to squabble.
Out of the night Hopper came, and Perrin was one with the wolf. Hopper, the cub who had watched the eagles soar, and wanted so badly to fly through the sky as the eagles did. The cub who hopped and jumped and leaped until he could leap higher than any other wolf, who never lost the cub's yearning to soar through the sky. [. . . ] Something crashed into his head, and as he fell, he did not know if it was Hopper or himself who died.
Leaders take eagles and teach them to fly in formation.