Charles Lindbergh Quotes About Flight

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  • I decided that if I could fly for ten years before I was killed in a crash, it would be a worthwhile trade for an ordinary life time.

    Charles A. Lindbergh, Reeve Lindbergh (2003). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.262, Simon and Schuster
  • At the end of the first half-century of engine-driven flight, we are confronted with the stark fact that the historical significance of aircraft has been primarily military and destructive.

  • I hope you either take up parachute jumping or stay out of single motored airplanes at night.

  • And if at times you renounce experience and mind's heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space.

    Charles A. Lindbergh (1998). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.302, Simon and Schuster
  • Whether outwardly or inwardly, whether in space or time, the farther we penetrate the unknown, the vaster and more marvelous it becomes.

    Charles Augustus Lindbergh (1978). “Autobiography of values”, Harcourt
  • Not long ago, when I was a student in college, just flying an airplane seemed a dream. But that dream turned into reality.

    Charles A. Lindbergh, Reeve Lindbergh (2003). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.15, Simon and Schuster
  • Flying has torn apart the relationship of space and time: it uses our old clock but with new yardsticks.

    Charles A. Lindbergh (1998). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.209, Simon and Schuster
  • My father had been opposed to my flying from the first and had never flown himself. However, he had agreed to go up with me at the first opportunity, and one afternoon he climbed into the cockpit and we flew over the Redwood Falls together. From that day on I never heard a word against my flying and he never missed a chance to ride in the plane.

  • I owned the world that hour as I rode over it. free of the earth, free of the mountains, free of the clouds, but how inseparably I was bound to them.

    Charles Augustus Lindbergh (1970). “The wartime journals of Charles A. Lindbergh”, Harcourt
  • This is earth again, the earth where I've lived and now will live once more ... I've been to eternity and back. I know how the dead would feel to live again.

  • Ideas are like seeds, apparently insignificant when first held in the hand. Once firmly planted, they can grow and flower into almost anything at all, a cornstalk, or a giant redwood, or a flight across the ocean. Whatever a man imagines, he can achieve.

    Men  
    Charles A. Lindbergh, Reeve Lindbergh (2003). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.288, Simon and Schuster
  • Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see .

    Men  
    Charles A. Lindbergh, Reeve Lindbergh (2003). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.288, Simon and Schuster
  • Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life? Aviation combined all the elements I loved. There was science in each curve of an airfoil, in each angle between strut and wire, in the gap of a spark plug or the color of the exhaust flame. There was freedom in the unlimited horizon, on the open fields where one landed. A pilot was surrounded by beauty of earth and sky. He brushed treetops with the birds, leapt valleys and rivers, explored the cloud canyons he had gazed at as a child. Adventure lay in each puff of wind.

    Charles Lindbergh, “Untitled”
  • These phantoms speak with human voices — friendly, vapor- like shapes, without substance, able to vanish or appear at will, to pass in and out through the walls of the fuselage as though no walls were there. At times, voices come out of the air itself, clear yet far away, traveling through distances that can't be measured by the scale of human miles; familiar voices, conversing and advising on my flight, discussing problems of my navigation, reassuring me, giving me messages of importance unattainable in ordinary life.

    "The Spirit of St. Louis".
  • By day, or on a cloudless night, a pilot may drink the wine of the gods, but it has an earthly taste; he's a god of the earth, like one of the Grecian deities who lives on worldly mountains and descended for intercourse with men. But at night, over a stratus layer, all sense of the planet may disappear. You know that down below, beneath that heavenly blanket is the earth, factual and hard. But it's an intellectual knowledge; it's a knowledge tucked away in the mind; not a feeling that penetrates the body.

    Men  
  • I can't get used to the ease with which one covers the world today. It's no longer an effort--Pole--equator--oceans--continents--it's just a question of which way you point the nose of your plane. The pure joy of flight as an art has given way to the pure efficiency of flight as a science.... Science is insulating man from life -- separating his mind from his senses. The worst of it is that it soon anaesthetizes his senses so that he doesn't know what he's missing.

    Men  
  • I began to feel that I lived on a higher plane than the skeptics of the ground; one that was richer because of its very association with the element of danger they dreaded, because it was freer of the earth to which they were bound. In flying, I tasted a wine of the gods of which they could know nothing. Who valued life more highly, the aviators who spent it on the art they loved, or these misers who doled it out like pennies through their antlike days? I decided that if I could fly for ten years before I was killed in a crash, it would be a worthwhile trade for an ordinary life time.

  • On a long flight, after periods of crisis and many hours of fatigue, mind and body may become disunited until at times they seem completely different elements, as though the body were only a home with which the mind has been associated but by no means bound. Consciousness grows independent of the ordinary senses. You see without assistance from the eyes, over distances beyond the visual horizon. There are moments when existence appears independent even of the mind. The importance of physical desire and immediate surroundings is submerged in the apprehension of universal values.

  • What freedom lies in flying, what Godlike power it gives to men . . . I lose all consciousness in this strong unmortal space crowded with beauty, pierced with danger.

    Men  
  • Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life?

    Charles A. Lindbergh, Reeve Lindbergh (2003). “The Spirit of St. Louis”, p.261, Simon and Schuster
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Charles Lindbergh

  • Born: February 4, 1902
  • Died: August 26, 1974
  • Occupation: Aviator