“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.”

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 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.

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.

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.

And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.

Flowers don’t bloom all seasons, and if flowers don’t, why would we?

If you could only know, how many feelings fit inside of me; the noise that lives in this stormy sea.

I’m feeling the call of the feminine, the blessings of the moon falling on me, the chants of mother earth gettin’ me free.

I would rather fail to do what I love than hide behind the success of what feels safe.

I won’t miss another day because the day before hurt my feelings won’t hold me to ransom time is no longer borrowed I’ll wait, for a better tomorrow.

And how can you be so bad for me when I feel like I’m flying?

With all your words of glass, I felt the wedding dress rip If I don’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry why should I want to give you the rest of my life?