“The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.”

Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?

Trouble in the air is very rare. It is hitting the ground that causes it.

In soloing – as in other activities – it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it.

If enough of us keep trying, we’ll get someplace.

Please know that I am aware of the hazards. I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be a challenge to others.

The more one does the more one can do.

Adventure is worthwhile in itself.

There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.

A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.

You can do anything you decide to do.

The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune.

So I accept these awards on behalf of the cake bakers and all of those other women who can do some things quite as important, if not more important, than flying, as well as in the name of women flying today.

Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.

The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.

My ambition is to have this wonderful gift produce practical results for the future of commercial flying and for the women who may want to fly tomorrow’s planes.

Anticipation, I suppose, sometimes exceeds realization.

Be surprised by joy, be surprised by the little flower that shows its beauty in the midst of a barren desert, and be surprised by the immense healing power that keeps bursting forth like springs of fresh water from the depth of our pain.

Live authentically. Why would you continue to compromise something that’s beautiful to create something that is fake?

Prosperity isn’t defined by money alone; it encompasses time, love, success, joy, comfort, beauty, and wisdom.

There is such beauty lying in the subtle calling of the seconds, of the milliseconds, if you slow down enough to capture it.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.

Your beauty is binding and I just want to consume every part of you.

How beautiful it is to find a broken heart, to hold it in your hands and give it a place to stay, without fetching a needle and thread.