To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.

Let an eagle's stance in life be your stance too: Noble and powerful!

Change is constant, but no amount of change will turn the attitude of vulture to that of eagle.

The future is as blank as a plane sheet if you don't have an eagle's eye, that's why you should climb to a vantage point to get a good perspective view at your future.

The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.

If life gives you a passport size dream, don't frame it... Order for a reprint... Go for the bigger picture of you! You deserve a bigger and bright image of you... Go and soar like an eagle!

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

Black hawk down.Black eagle up.

Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly's wings, vulture's wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly's serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly or a bumble-bee-wings; and when they fly, they fly their best according to their ability of flying. We should not underestimate the size of those heavenly wings.

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying and yelling at the same time.They were some kinda wounded birds... Eagles, wrens... When you remind that, you became some kinda phoenix. And life goes on like this.like an uncomplete poem.

FAITH IS THE EMPEROR OF DREAMSA great emperor is born from one tiny sperm.A large eagle grows from one small egg.A giant tree grows from one tiny seedling.For the newborn and wise,Everything begins small.However, it is faith that buildsthe staircase to your dreams.Always have faith in yourselfand the universe,For one will not get you anywherewithout the other.Both must be equally strong to reach your desires,For they are the wings that will lift you to your dreams.Not a single bird makes its first leap From a tree without faith.And not a single animal in the junglestarts each day without faith.Faith is the flame that eliminates fear,And faith is the true emperorof dreams.

Our power of perseverance is as that of an eagle. We soar above our challengers.

In the end… he would choose Campisi.In the end… she would choose Abandonato.In the end… there would be bloodshed.

There's only one way to become an eagle, and that's to be born an eagle.