For all my ‘Eddie the Eagle’ goofing around before the camera while in training for the Calgary Olympics in 1988, I was never less than 100 per cent serious on every single jump.
‘IronE’ stands for an eagle in flight with an unbroken spirit. I coined that term because it is indicative of my life story and the fact that I’m out of the inner city.
I didn’t understand anything about fracking or horizontal drilling until about 2010, when I first learned about the Eagle Ford.
The whole spirit of ‘Eddie The Eagle’ is that it’s the taking part that counts, not the winning.
I am Eagle! I am Eagle!
I will be the Thai equivalent of Eddie the Eagle.
Life seeks life and loves life. The opening of a catkin of a willow, in the flight of the butterfly, in the chirping of a tree-toad or the sweep of an eagle – my life loves to see how others live, exults in their joy, and so far is partner in their great concern.
The most amazing lesson in aerodynamics I ever had was the day I climbed a thermal in a glider at the same time as an eagle. I witnessed, close up, effortlessness and lightness combined with strength, precision and determination.
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.
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.
Life seeks life and loves life. The opening of a catkin of a willow, in the flight of the butterfly, in the chirping of a tree-toad or the sweep of an eagle – my life loves to see how others live, exults in their joy, and so far is partner in their great concern.
My parents always wanted me to do the right thing. My mom, I think her exact words were, ‘You’re not a chicken in the coop playing in the scraps, you’re an eagle.’ I was like, ‘Oh, OK… ‘ But really, I’ve used that throughout my life.
You can put wings on a pig, but you don’t make it an eagle.
Evidence pointing to eagle hunting’s antiquity comes from Scythian and other burial mounds of nomads who roamed the steppes 3,000 years ago and whose artifacts abound in eagle imagery.
Our daughter’s name Arwynn comes from Arwen in ‘Lord of the Rings’ because my wife and I met for the first time in the Eagle and Child pub in Oxford where J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis used to go to read out their stories to one another.
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.
Liberals would prefer it if the bald eagle on the Great Seal was holding olive branches in both talons, or, better, an olive branch in one, and maybe a soft cushion in the other, to entice our enemies to lie down and snooze.
Although Perm is one of the biggest cities in Russia it felt like a different kind of Russia. In Moscow, you have the Kremlin, St. Basil’s, a lot of Soviet iconography everywhere. In Perm, it was a different side of Russia. A little more folksy. If Moscow is an iron statue of an eagle, Perm is a matryoshka nesting doll.
Don’t quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.
I was only 8 years old on July 20, 1969, when Neil Armstrong, 38-year-old commander of ‘Apollo 11,’ descended the cramped lunar module Eagle’s ladder with hefty backpack and bulky spacesuit to become the first human on the moon.
I’m going to retire as an Eagle.
I feel like an eagle eye when I watch my fellow talent because I believe in grass roots, putting 100 percent in when the camera is on or not on.
I liked being Eddie the Eagle, but I also like being Michael Edwards, plasterer and general builder.
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.
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