Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Love and desire are the spirit’s wings to great deeds.
Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?
Food for us comes from our relatives, whether they have wings or fins or roots. That is how we consider food. Food has a culture. It has a history. It has a story. It has relationships.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.