I wish I could live in the dream that I fly on tarred & feathered wings.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

Q: Why can’t our arms be wings? A: Who says they aren’t already?

And if the Easter Bunny had wings, he would fly.

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