Microlights Ultralights Quotes & Sayings

When I examine the conclusion [on experiments with the electric light bulb experiments published in the Herald] which everyone acquainted with the subject will recognize as a conspicuous failure, trumpeted as a wonderful success, I [conclude] ... that the writer ... must either be very ignorant, and the victim of deceit, or a conscious accomplice in what is nothing less than a fraud upon the public. — Henry Morton Stanley

But there were also times when she cried out in the darkness biting her lips - cried out against the substance of her age: for it was now that she should be young; now above all other times, with the wisdom in her, the wisdom that was frittered away in her 'teens', set aside in her twenties, now, lying there, palpable and with forty summers gone. She clenched her hands together. What good was wisdom; what good was anything when the fawn is fled from the grove? — Mervyn Peake

Well, she's not your daughter,Connie. She hasn't walked all over you like a doormat for a decade. — John Green

The dog upstairs won't shut up, but I can't hate him, he's up there alone all day, making noise must be the only way he knows he's not a ghost. — Danez Smith

A woman is like a teabag. It's only when she's in hot water that you realize how strong she is. — Nancy Reagan

Let each of us dream of a community of artists and work to make that dream a reality. — Eric Maisel

It all made perfect sense, and at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense at all. — Nicholas Sparks

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing. — Pat Conroy

I am so small. A billion tons of durosteel and nanometal move through the heavens, and I have never been beyond Mars's atmosphere. They are like specks of silver in an ocean of ink. And I am so much less. But those specs could ravage Mars. They could destroy a moon. Those specks rule the ink. — Pierce Brown

The world is a clock winding down.
I hear it in the wind's icy fingers scratching against the window. I smell it in the mildewed carpeting and the rotting wallpaper of the old hotel. And I feel it in Teacup's chest as she sleeps. The hammering of her heart, the rhythm of her breath, warm in the freezing air, the clock winding down. — Rick Yancey

I am very proud of what we have built in Spain, because it is not a traditional Formula 1 country. I think we have found passionate fans, and built up a strong culture for the sport - and things are improving every day, with more and more people getting interested. — Fernando Alonso