Quotes About Air

The shadows had sharp corners all cut out of the blue autumnal air and were so fragile you were afraid to touch them for fear they'd shatter into glass powder and blow away.

Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

In the loneliness of ????, one thinks longingly of ????. Memories of ???? threw an even sharper ???? across their lives. And yet the memories had come to seem like something out of a storybook. There was no avoiding the ???? that, around the ???? ?????, everything took on an ?????? of fiction.

If the does not come today he exists, he breathes this air and walks these streets.

Gli indiani avevano l'impressione che questi europei odiassero tutto ciò che faceva parte della natura: le foreste con i loro uccelli e i loro animali, le radure, l'acqua, il suolo e l'aria stessa.

To the Indians it seemed that these Europeans hated everything in nature - the living forests and their birds and beasts, the grassy grades, the water, the soil, the air itself.

most people seldom think about the air that surrounds them, and how it provides an essential life-giving ingredient, oxygen. We take it for granted because it is plentiful in our everyday lives; only when we are deprived of it, does it suddenly become frighteningly apparent. Whiteness is transparent precisely because of its everyday occurrence, its institutionalized normative features in U.S. culture, and because Whites are taught to think of their lives as morally neutral, average, and ideal.

Given a rich environment, learning becomes like the air—it's in and around us.

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

Pranayama is the practice of breath control. The word prana refers not only to breath, but also to air and life itself.

The air trickling out of his mouth like a series of tiny lies about the world that had decided to extinguish him.

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

But after a sojourn in the Adirondacks restored his health, he became persuaded of the curative powers of the mountain air and devoted himself to the study of respiratory problems. He

Connor swung a punch at the air. "The police should let us track them. And then take them down." "Sure, lad," Liam said. "We'll find the humans and jump on them, and then our Collars will go off, and won't we look like fools rolling around, screaming in pain?

On bottom... Fellows studied the blue and green Mackenzie plaid kilt laid out across his bed. He'd worn it before, at Christmas at Kilmorgan, feeling strange with wool wrapping his hips, air circulating his thighs. Scotsmen had to be mad.

Take another," Mal said. "And close your eyes." Mary obeyed. Malcolm's breath was warm as he leaned to her. "It rests in its cask in the heart of the Highlands, overlooking the sea. Ye can taste the sea winds, can't ye? The crisp air, the openness of the world." Mary wasn't certain she could taste all that in this drop, but she tasted something. Mellow, strong, like Malcolm would be when he aged.

Spring is here and love is in the air...or maybe it's the smell of fertilizer being sprinkled on my neighbor's lawn. -The Dog House, March

I could have explained that I wanted to walk without Doofus to get some air. But it would be pretty unusual-one might even go as far as to say unheard of-for me to take a hike on a winter night when I was exhausted from boarding all day.

I heard the telltale sound of scales scraping against metal--a light swoosh, a tongue flickering out to taste the stale and humid air. Whatever it was, my prey was tasting for me.

she swore she was breathing 1971 air—it smelled like dust and cigarettes and long-faded perfume. Like ghosts, if ghosts had a smell.

There's no rush of having survived, only emptiness, and lungs that need air, and wet hair sticking to my face.

A soft wind from the west blew in through the open window, and Haluin lifted his head and sniffed the air like a high-bred horse scenting his stable. "How good it is," he said, "to be going home!

I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must descend Among the cunning cells, And touch the pantomime himself. How cool the bellows feels!

To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the more— You cannot solder an Abyss With Air.