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.
Books saved my sanity, knowledge opened the locked places in me and taught me first how to survive and then how to soar.
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
After a cup of tea (two spoonsful for each cup, and don't let it stand more than three minutes,) it says to the brain, "Now, rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature and into life; spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!
The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar.
Envy, like flames, soars upwards.
You live in a tower that soars to heaven and goes unpunished by God.
The story of Rod Stewart, the story of Carlos Santana is so inspiring to young musicians because it shows in this trendy business how long a career can last. It shows how you can soar back, regardless of age.
Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.
The chilly December day! two shivering bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio first felt their homemade contraption whittled out of hickory sticks, gummed together with Arnstein's bicycle cement, stretched with muslin they'd sewn on their sister's sewing machine in their own backyard on Hawthorn Street in Dayton, Ohio, soar into the air above the dunes and the wide beach at Kitty Hawk.
Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.
Never soar aloft on an enemy's pinions.
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness.
The music defied classification. If I had been writing a review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive, guitar-driven rock ’n’ roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars didn’t always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds. The music dug in so deep you didn’t hear it so much as feel it, reminding me of a dream I used to have when I was a kid, where I would be standing on a street corner, I would jump into the air, flap my arms, and soar up into the sky. That’s the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight.
If we insist on being as sure as is conceivable. . . we must be content to creep along the ground, and never soar.
God has destined you to soar. You have victory, freedom and excellence on the inside.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Every nation needs two wings to fly. Any bird torn at the wings will never soar the skies.
You can't hoot with the owls and then soar with the eagles