Eagle Quotes

Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.

You know, I'm an eagle, flying around in the mountains.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

I will say that Edward Norton, who plays the scout master, would be a first-rate Eagle Scout. He's got all those techniques. If your plane crashes into the jungle somewhere, he would be the guy you would want to have with you.

I have never forgotten my days as an Eagle Scout. I didn't know it at the time, but what really came out of my Scouting was learning how to lead and serve the community. It has come in handy in my career in government.

You cannot fly like an eagle with the wings of a wren.

I will be the Thai equivalent of Eddie the Eagle.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

I am also the product of a place called Paint Creek. Doesn't have a zip code. It's too small to be called a town along the rolling plains of Texas. We grew dryland cotton and wheat, and when I wasn't farming or attending Paint Creek Rural School, I was generally over at Troop 48 working on my Eagle Scout award.

I've always believed the greater danger is not aiming too high, but too low, settling for a bogey rather than shooting for an eagle.

First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight; he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds.

You can put wings on a pig, but you don't make it an eagle.

Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.

My first figure was a SLAYER eagle. And the dragons and the tribals are all I have got.

The Eagle has landed.

I believe in reincarnation. In my last life I was a peasant. Next time around, I'd like to be an eagle. Who hasn't dreamed they could fly? They're a protected species, too.

Among my activities was membership in the Boy Scouts; I rose each year through the ranks, eventually achieving the rank of Eagle Scout and undertaking leadership roles in the organization.

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.