Try the one from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's 'Wind, Sand and Stars'. It goes something like, 'A pile of rubble no longer frightens men... The only thing that terrifies men is the unknown.' The fear isn't in the height or the fall. It's in the blank space on the map, the part of the flight plan that says 'probable weather.' Conquering that means filling the void with knowledge, with a skill, until it's just another piece of navigable sky. That quote reframed my entire approach to new projects.
Honestly, most 'soaring' quotes feel a bit trite to me. They skip the ugly part. The one that ever really worked was from a character who hated flying: Lyra in 'The Amber Spyglass'. She's clinging to a balloon, terrified, and Lee Scoresby tells her, 'The only thing you can do is the next right thing. Sometimes that's holding on. Sometimes it's letting go.' It's not glamorous. It's procedural. Fear isn't conquered with inspiration, but with the next mechanical action—check the instrument, adjust the grip, breathe.
That framing took the pressure off. It turned 'overcoming' from a monumental spiritual victory into a series of terribly mundane choices. Letting go of the need to not be afraid was the first real step up.
Everybody talks about that line from 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' where he says he's going to find out what he can and can't do in the air, but the real gut-punch for me is the simple one: 'Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding.' That's the pilot's handbook right there, isn't it? It's not about ignoring the fear, it's about seeing past the physical evidence of it—the ground looking too far, the wings feeling too small.
I remember trying to recite that one before a big presentation, feeling like a complete fraud. But there's a stubborn logic to it that stuck. The doubt screams the loudest through what you literally see in front of you; the understanding, that quiet voice, has to come from somewhere else entirely. It's a quote that grounds you so you can actually fly.
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Brandon Smith has flown for eight years. I've been with him since the time he was an assistant pilot, all the way until he successfully rose to the ranks as the head pilot.
In the year Brandon's busiest with his career, I resign from my job and begin cooking according to his aviation schedule.
Just once, I bring up the question, "Can you please show me the sight of being thousands of feet in the air in the near future? Just once, please!"
Brandon continues eating from his plate. "The plane is a workplace, not an amusement park for you."
I reply, "Okay."
Since then, I never bring up that matter in front of him.
That is, until I find myself suffering from insomnia one night. That's when I accidentally come across an encrypted photo album tucked away in Brandon's phone.
There are over 40 photos in the album, all from his perspective as a pilot. There are seas of clouds, sunsets, double rainbows after a downpour, as well as the Milky Way in the night sky when the plane is over thousands of feet in the sky.
Every photo has been sent to the same person with a bear's emoji as their name.
The latest photo is a photo of the beautiful evening colors from three days ago. Half of the sun can be seen in the clouds.
The caption that comes with the photo says, "Today's sky is still beautiful as ever. When you come over next time, you can take the observation seat on the right. It gives you the best angle of the sky."
The bear emoji person responds with a hugging emoji and a short sentence. "Wait for me to go on my break."
I put Brandon's phone back where it belongs without changing the password and deleting the album.
Once the morning sun is up, I brew myself some coffee as usual before finishing it quietly. Then, I turn on my computer and book myself a flight ticket to Dalco.
It's been eight years. Finally, I don't have to chase after Brandon's flight routes and wait for his mealtimes. I no longer have to stay in an empty house while guessing which flight destination he's headed to right now.
Since Brandon's sky refuses to tolerate my presence, I shall move my roots elsewhere and watch the sunset on my own.
After deciding to leave Azurea and follow Clara Miller to Northwood City, I was cast out by my parents.
"That girl is an orphan–what can she possibly give you? If you choose a life of hardship now, you’ll spend the rest of your life suffering! Once you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back!"
I left anyway.
For five years, I watched Clara rise step by step, becoming one of Northwood City’s most respected psychologists.
Just as she had promised, she gave me a home.
As the New Year approached, I planned to take her back to Azurea to reconcile with my parents.
However, just before boarding the plane, she abandoned me again–this time for a depressed patient threatening to take his own life.
She let go of my hand, her eyes full of pain.
"Julian Vance… he’s just like I used to be–alone, with no one to rely on. If I don’t go, he’ll jump. I’m sorry. Just this once. I’ll catch the next flight and meet you there."
Then she turned and ran toward the exit without hesitation.
I stood there, staring at the two plane tickets in my hand.
She had saved everyone who needed redemption.
Everyone… except me.
Slowly, I tore up her ticket.
Then I walked alone toward the security gate and turned off my phone.
What Clara did not know was this:
Some journeys home, once missed, are gone forever.
On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently.
Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen.
"Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne."
I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same.
"Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up."
He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times.
The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing.
"Oh, Rhys is helping me with my luggage right now. He can't come to the phone."
Now the cabin fills with screaming and sobbing. The plane spirals out of control at cruising altitude, the left wing shearing away as flames light up the windows.
My phone buzzes with a message from him. "Just picked Daphne up. What time do you land? I'll come get you."
I stare at the screen and let out a bitter laugh. After five years, he's finally offering to pick me up.
But fire swallows the plane as it plunges toward the ground.
He doesn't know I'm no longer coming home.
During a holiday, I returned to my hometown to visit my family.
My family’s private jet was under maintenance. The newly hired housekeeper mistakenly booked an economy-class ticket.
While I was boarding, I ran into my first love, Brooke Smith, and her new boyfriend, Simon Xanders.
They mocked me for flying in economy class. They laughed at me for being a country bumpkin heading to Nework.
I ignored them. Then, I accidentally discovered the pilot, Lucas Wallace’s secret.
His wife had been cheating on him. It turned out he had been raising another man’s child for over a decade. He wanted to take the entire plane down with him.
I knew how to fly a plane. I urged everyone to subdue the pilot and let me make an emergency landing.
Yet they mocked and humiliated me relentlessly.
Then, the plane plunged sharply toward the ground. Only then did they finally panic.
When Steven Baxter, the heartthrob of the school, admits that he loves action movies the most, my childhood friend, Lisa Thornton, has my limbs strapped to four huge drones.
During the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, the drones lift me high up in the air in front of the entire school.
The students' laughter is deafeningly loud. The videos they take quickly go viral, too.
I only get to return to the surface once the drones finally run out of power and make their descent automatically.
With a wide grin on her face, Lisa unties me from the drones.
"Steven loves action movies, so we had you cosplay the main character from the most popular Tom Cruise movie.
"We grew up together since we were kids, Dominic. Surely you don't mind, right?"
As I sit on the ground, Steven pulls Lisa into his arms before he starts guffawing at me. Tears soon streak down his face from all the laughing.
"I can't believe you actually peed yourself!"
"Ahahahaha!"
I get up to my feet and walk away. From then on, I don't return to Lisa's side.
But Lisa soon loses her mind.
"We've known each other for ten years! Must you really do this to me?"
My mother threatens to jump off a building in front of me three times.
The first time is when I fill out my college application. She stands on the rooftop and forces me to choose a local college. I give in, and with a 1550 SAT score, I end up attending a second-tier local college.
The second time is after I graduate and go to Brayton for work. She stands on top of my company building and forces me to quit. I return to my hometown and take a gas station job she finds for me, earning 7.50 dollars per hour.
The third time, she stands on a rooftop again and forces me to marry a man I have only met once but whom she is very satisfied with. I obey and marry him, only to suffer domestic violence and miscarry.
In the end, I can no longer take it and jump off a building myself.
When I open my eyes again, my mother is gritting her teeth as she climbs onto the rooftop.
"If you dare apply to a Privy League college out of town, I will jump from here!"
I give her one glance before turning around and walking away. "Go ahead. Don't waste my time."
Ever since I read 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull', one line has stuck with me. It's not about the physical act of flying, obviously. Bach wrote, 'You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.' That idea of permission to break from the flock and pursue a higher purpose gets me every time. It reframes ambition as a personal evolution, not just a race to the top.
On a more grounded note, a friend had a line from 'The Alchemist' tattooed: 'And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.' I used to find that a bit naive, but lately I see it as a call to align your actions so clearly with your desire that opportunities become visible. It's less about magic and more about the focus required to soar.
There’s a real physicality to the idea of flying high in quotes that I think gets overlooked. It’s not just about feeling good. When you read a line like Richard Bach’s in 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' about perfect speed being achieved not by trying, but by finding your own freedom, it shifts something in your posture. You sit up straighter. The metaphor isn’t just about aspiration; it’s about a different state of being where resistance falls away.
I came across a quote from Amelia Earhart once, something about the lure of flying being the lure of beauty. That stuck with me during a project that felt like pure grind. The ambition wasn’t just to check a box; it was to find the elegant solution, the beautiful outcome. It reframed the entire endeavor from a slog to a pursuit of something aesthetically and personally meaningful. The motivation became cleaner, less about external validation.
It works because flight implies a vantage point. You see the patterns, the bigger picture. A quote that reminds you to get that perspective can dissolve immediate frustration and reconnect you to the long arc of what you’re building. It’s less a pep talk and more a cognitive reset.
Man, the first one that always hits me is from Saint-Exupéry. 'The airplane has unveiled for us the true face of the earth.' It's not just about altitude, it's perspective. So much of 'Wind, Sand and Stars' is this quiet, philosophical awe about leaving the ground. It makes flying sound less like a technical feat and more like a spiritual revelation. The quote feels ancient, like it was always true, waiting for us to invent the machine to see it.
That, and you've got to include Icarus. Ovid's 'Metamorphoses' gave us the ultimate cautionary tale about flying too high. 'He flew up, up, and, drawn by desire for the heavens, went too high.' It's the classic, the one that gets referenced in everything. It's beautiful and terrifying—the wax melting, the fall. It's the shadow side of the dream, the reminder that the sun burns. I keep a worn copy of the myths on my shelf mostly for that story.