Airplane meaning

Noun: airplane

Pronunciation:(‘ehr,pleyn)

Airplane meaning:

• An aircraft that has a fixed wing and is powered by propellers or jets

Synonyms: aeroplane, plane
Derived forms: airplanes

Quotations:

1. Rodney Dangerfield – Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy’s pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.
2. Donald J. Trump – Get going. Move forward. Aim High. Plan a takeoff. Don’t just sit on the runway and hope someone will come along and push the airplane. It simply won’t happen. Change your attitude and gain some altitude. Believe me, you’ll love it up here.
3. Niall Horan – I’d rather be called a boy and play with paper airplanes than be called a man and play with a girl’s heart.
4. Jarod Kintz – Love is like jumping out of an airplane with no parachute. But there’s no need to be frightened, because that plane is still on the ground.
5. Michael Crichton – You think man can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity. Let me tell you about our planet. Earth is four-and-a-half-billion-years-old. There’s been life on it for nearly that long, 3.8 billion years. Bacteria first; later the first multicellular life, then the first complex creatures in the sea, on the land. Then finally the great sweeping ages of animals, the amphibians, the dinosaurs, at last the mammals, each one enduring millions on millions of years, great dynasties of creatures rising, flourishing, dying away — all this against a background of continuous and violent upheaval. Mountain ranges thrust up, eroded away, cometary impacts, volcano eruptions, oceans rising and falling, whole continents moving, an endless, constant, violent change, colliding, buckling to make mountains over millions of years. Earth has survived everything in its time. It will certainly survive us. If all the nuclear weapons in the world went off at once and all the plants, all the animals died and the earth was sizzling hot for a hundred thousand years, life would survive, somewhere: under the soil, frozen in Arctic ice. Sooner or later, when the planet was no longer inhospitable, life would spread again. The evolutionary process would begin again. It might take a few billion years for life to regain its present variety. Of course, it would be very different from what it is now, but the earth would survive our folly, only we would not. If the ozone layer gets thinner, ultraviolet radiation sears the earth, so what? Ultraviolet radiation is good for life. It’s powerful energy. It promotes mutation, change. Many forms of life will thrive with more UV radiation. Many others will die out. Do you think this is the first time that’s happened? Think about oxygen. Necessary for life now, but oxygen is actually a metabolic poison, a corrosive glass, like fluorine. When oxygen was first produced as a waste product by certain plant cells some three billion years ago, it created a crisis for all other life on earth. Those plants were polluting the environment, exhaling a lethal gas. Earth eventually had an atmosphere incompatible with life. Nevertheless, life on earth took care of itself. In the thinking of the human being a hundred years is a long time. A hundred years ago we didn’t have cars, airplanes, computers or vaccines. It was a whole different world, but to the earth, a hundred years is nothing. A million years is nothing. This planet lives and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can’t imagine its slow and powerful rhythms, and we haven’t got the humility to try. We’ve been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we’re gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.
6. George Carlin – If the black box flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn’t the whole airplane made out of that stuff?
7. Henry Ford – When everything seem to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.
8. One Direction – I’d rather be a boy and play with paper airplanes, then be a man and play with a woman’s heart.
9. Nessa Rapoport – Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on an airplane traveling west, crossing the date line again and again, losing this day, then that, until the day of loss still lies ahead, and you are here instead of sorrow.
10. Buddy Wakefield – We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost but tonight let us not become tragedies.We are not funeral homes with propane tanks in our windows,look in like cemeteries.Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.Let go. Tonight let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards the razor blades in our pencil tips can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.Step into this with your airplane parts.Move forward and repeat after me with your heart: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself. Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.Go slow.I’m new to this.But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.I have realized that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it,that we are not tragedies stranded here beneath it,that if my heart really broke every time I fell from love I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.But hearts don’t break, y’all,they bruise and get better.We were never tragedies.We were emergencies.You call 911.Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.

Sample sentences:

1. No matter how old you are now. You are never too young or too old for success or going after what you want. Here’s a short list of people who accomplished great things at different ages. Helen Keller, at the age of 19 months, became deaf and blind. But that didn’t stop her. She was the first deaf and blind person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree. Mozart was already competent on keyboard and violin; he composed from the age of 5. Shirley Temple was 6 when she became a movie star on Bright Eyes. Anne Frank was 12 when she wrote the diary of Anne Frank. Magnus Carlsen became a chess Grandmaster at the age of 13. Nadia Com? neci was a gymnast from Romania that scored seven perfect 10.0 and won three gold medals at the Olympics at age 14. Tenzin Gyatso was formally recognized as the 14th Dalai Lama in November 1950, at the age of 15. Pele, a soccer superstar, was 17 years old when he won the world cup in 1958 with Brazil. Elvis was a superstar by age 19. John Lennon was 20 years and Paul Mcartney was 18 when the Beatles had their first concert in 1961. Jesse Owens was 22 when he won 4 gold medals in Berlin 1936. Beethoven was a piano virtuoso by age 23. Issac Newton wrote Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica at age 24. Roger Bannister was 25 when he broke the 4 minute mile record. Albert Einstein was 26 when he wrote the theory of relativity. Lance E. Armstrong was 27 when he won the tour de France. Michelangelo created two of the greatest sculptures David and Pieta by age 28. Alexander the Great, by age 29, had created one of the largest empires of the ancient world. J.K. Rowling was 30 years old when she finished the first manuscript of Harry Potter. Amelia Earhart was 31 years old when she became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. Oprah was 32 when she started her talk show, which has become the highest-rated program of its kind. Edmund Hillary was 33 when he became the first man to reach Mount Everest. Martin Luther King Jr. was 34 when he wrote the speech I Have a Dream. Marie Curie was 35 years old when she got nominated for a Nobel Prize in Physics. The Wright brothers, Orville (32) and Wilbur (36) invented and built the world’s first successful airplane and making the first controlled, powered and sustained heavier-than-air human flight. Vincent Van Gogh was 37 when he died virtually unknown, yet his paintings today are worth millions. Neil Armstrong was 38 when he became the first man to set foot on the moon. Mark Twain was 40 when he wrote “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, and 49 years old when he wrote “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. Christopher Columbus was 41 when he discovered the Americas. Rosa Parks was 42 when she refused to obey the bus driver’s order to give up her seat to make room for a white passenger. John F. Kennedy was 43 years old when he became President of the United States. Henry Ford Was 45 when the Ford T came out. Suzanne Collins was 46 when she wrote “The Hunger Games”. Charles Darwin was 50 years old when his book On the Origin of Species came out. Leonardo Da Vinci was 51 years old when he painted the Mona Lisa. Abraham Lincoln was 52 when he became president. Ray Kroc Was 53 when he bought the McDonalds Franchise and took it to unprecedented levels. Dr. Seuss was 54 when he wrote “The Cat in the Hat”. Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger III was 57 years old when he successfully ditched US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River in 2009. All of the 155 passengers aboard the aircraft survived. Colonel Harland Sanders was 61 when he started the KFC Franchise. J.R.R Tolkien was 62 when the Lord of the Ring books came out. Ronald Reagan was 69 when he became President of the US. Jack Lalane at age 70 handcuffed, shackled, towed 70 rowboats. Nelson Mandela was 76 when he became President
2. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
3. I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in blurry, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table.I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as a starfish loves a coral reef and as a kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccine and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza.I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. i will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey.I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and as an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of people who talk too much. I will love you as a cuff link loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punch bowl. I will love you as the taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock.
4. Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metal head. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us.
5. We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribes people when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.
6. On undecided voters: “To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane? The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat? Can I interest you in the chicken she asks? Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
7. Kizzy wanted to be a woman who would dive off the prow of a sailboat into the sea, who would fall back in a tangle of sheets, laughing, and who could dance a tango, lazily stroke a leopard with her bare foot, freeze an enemy’s blood with her eyes, make promises she couldn’t possibly keep, and then shift the world to keep them. She wanted to write memoirs and autograph them at a tiny bookshop in Rome, with a line of admirers snaking down a pink-lit alley. She wanted to make love on a balcony, ruin someone, trade in esoteric knowledge, watch strangers as coolly as a cat. She wanted to be inscrutable, have a drink named after her, a love song written for her, and a handsome adventurer’s small airplane, champagne-christened Kizzy, which would vanish one day in a windstorm in Arabia so that she would have to mount a rescue operation involving camels, and wear an indigo veil against the stinging sand, just like the nomads. Kizzy wanted.
8. Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received hatred. The great creators the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.
9. If I knew I was going to die at a specific moment in the future, it would be nice to be able to control what song I was listening to; this is why I always bring my iPod on airplanes.
10. I don’t mind exercise but it’s a private activity. Joggers should run in a wheel – like hamsters – because I don’t want to look at them. And I really hate people who go on an airplane in jogging outfits. That’s a major offense today, even bigger than Spandex bicycle pants. You see eighty-year-old women coming on the plane in jogging outfits for comfort. Well my comfort – my mental comfort – is completely ruined when I see them coming. You’re on an airplane, not in your bedroom, so please! And I really hate walkathons: blocking traffic, people patting themselves on the back. The whole attitude offends me. They have this smug look on their faces as they hold you up in traffic so that they can give two cents to some charity.
11. Look at her. She looks so harmless and meek, but inside she’s a lion. Tory is an adrenaline junkie the likes of which you’ve probably never seen everything from deep-sea diving to base jumping. Hell, she even jumps out of perfectly good airplanes for fun.
12. There are some who say that sitting at home reading is the equivalent of travel, because the experiences described in the book are more or less the same as the experiences one might have on a voyages, and there are those who say that there is no substitute for venturing out into the world. My own opinion is that it is best to travel extensively but to read the entire time, hardly glancing up to look out of the window of the airplane, train, or hired camel.
13. There are no atheists on turbulent airplanes.
14. An incomplete list: No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities. No more films, except rarely, except with a generator drowning out half the dialogue, and only then for the first little while until the fuel for the generators ran out, because automobile gas goes stale after two or three years. Aviation gas lasts longer, but it was difficult to come by. No more screens shining in the half-light as people raise their phones above the crowd to take pictures of concert states. No more concert stages lit by candy-colored halogens, no more electronica, punk, electric guitars.No more pharmaceuticals. No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one’s hand, a cut on a finger while chopping vegetables for dinner, a dog bite.No more flight. No more towns glimpsed from the sky through airplane windows, points of glimmering light; no more looking down from thirty thousand feet and imagining the lives lit up by those lights at that moment. No more airplanes, no more requests to put your tray table in its upright and locked position but no, this wasn’t true, there were still airplanes here and there. They stood dormant on runways and in hangars. They collected snow on their wings. In the cold months, they were ideal for food storage. In summer the ones near orchards were filled with trays of fruit that dehydrated in the heat. Teenagers snuck into them to have sex. Rust blossomed and streaked.No more countries, all borders unmanned. No more fire departments, no more police. No more road maintenance or garbage pickup. No more spacecraft rising up from Cape Canaveral, from the Baikonur Cosmodrome, from Vandenburg, Plesetsk, Tanegashima, burning paths through the atmosphere into space. No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars.
15. Most people hear an airplane in the sky and think, There’s an airplane, and go back to what they were doing. A few folks look around for the airplane, try to figure out what kind of plane it is, and watch it from the time they spot it to the time it disappears on the horizon, maybe after that. Those kids are the ones who will be pilots.” He pointed at me. “I knew that about you. I’ve just been waiting for you to show up.
16. When I’m with you,” he began again, “it’s like I still don’t feel normal. But I can see normal at twelve o’clock on the horizon.” He pointed past me, through the windshield of an imaginary airplane. “At least I know normal is still out there. I’ve spent the last three months not sure of that at all.
17. Here is the secret to surviving one of these airplane crashes: Be male. In a 1970 Civil Aeromedical institute study of three crashes involving emergency evacuations, the most prominent factor influencing survival was gender followed closely by proximity to exit. Adult males were by far the most likely to get out alive. Why? Presumably because they pushed everyone else out of the way.
18. But now I gotta pay,’ he said.To pay?’ For my sin. That’s why I’m here, right? Justice?’The Blue Man smiled. ‘No, Edward. You are here so I can teach you something. All the people you meet here have one thing to teach you.That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate a breeze from the wind. It was my stupidity, running out there like that. Why should you have to die on account of me? It ain’t fair.’The Blue Man held out his hand. ‘Fairness,’ he said, ‘does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young.Why people gather when others die? Why people feel they should?It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn’t just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed. You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole. I still don’t understand,’ Eddie whispered. ‘What good came from your death?’You lived,’ the Blue Man answered.But we barely knew each other. I might as well have been a stranger.’The Blue Man put his arms on Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie felt that warm, melting sensation.Strangers,’ the Blue Man said, ‘are just family have yet to come to know.
19. Confidence is just entitlement. Entitlement has gotten a bad rap because it’s used almost exclusively for the useless children of the rich, reality TV stars, and Conrad Hilton Jr., who gets kicked off an airplane for smoking pot in the lavatory and calling people peasants or whatever. But entitlement in and of itself isn’t so bad. Entitlement is simply the belief that you deserve something. Which is great. The hard part is, you’d better make sure you deserve it.
20. Vietnam was a country where America was trying to make people stop being communists by dropping things on them from airplanes.
21. Tom got on the airplane.
22. Your airplane is ready.
23. The airplane is ready.
24. That is my airplane.
25. I saw an airplane.
26. Can a rocket maneuver like an airplane?
27. How is one able to sleep inside an airplane?
28. Do you know anyone who can fly an airplane?
29. Are there movies in an airplane?
30. Where can I get on the airplane?