Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

You know you’re a skydiver when you can’t put on a backpack without checking for leg straps. – Author Unknown

You know you’re a skydiver when you don’t remember your anniversary or your mother’s birthday, but you know down to the second how much accumulated free fall time you have. – Author Unknown

You may never get rid of the butterflies, but you can teach them how to fly in formation. – Author Unknown