I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.

The line expresses a romantic, aspirational psychology: sustained attention to what is higher, freer, or more ideal (“the skies”) gradually reshapes the self, as if desire and imagination could become embodied (“end up with wings”). Read this way, it is less a literal claim than a metaphor for self-transformation through habitual orientation—what one contemplates, one becomes. In a Flaubertian frame, it can also be taken with a hint of irony: lofty fixation may produce the longing for escape, but not necessarily the practical means. The quote’s enduring appeal comes from its compact image of aspiration as a discipline of attention.