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Quotes About Air

To fly from one tree to another, the raven hangs itself, hawklike, on the air. I hang myself that same way in sleep, between one day and the next.
~ Louise Erdrich
As animals subject to the laws of earth, we think time is experience. But time is more a substance, like air, only of course not air. It is in fact a holy element.
~ Louise Erdrich
The air was full of all the night noises that, taken together, make one big silence
~ Rudyard Kipling
hung around in the air like a wife waiting for you to notice she was sulking.
~ Ruth Downie
story is more than just a discarded by-product if your bare experience. Story is its own bare experience. Fish swim in water, unaware that it is water. Birds fly in air, unaware that it is air. Story is the air that you people breathe, the ocean you swim in, and we books are the rocks along the shoreline that channel your currents and contain your tides. Books will always have the last word, even if nobody is around to read them.
~ Ruth Ozeki
story is more than just a discarded by-product of your bare experience. Story is its own bare experience. Fish swim in water, unaware that it is water. Birds fly in air, unaware that it is air. Story is the air that you people breathe, the ocean you swim in, and we books are the rocks along the shoreline that channel your currents and contain your tides.
~ Ruth Ozeki
Vendors still shivering in the still-cool air gathered around me, pushing their wares-chewing gum, biscuits, baby rattles, cigarettes, sold individually or by the pack. I didn't want anything, but they kept standing there; they had nothing else to do. A white man is such an anomaly, a foundling from another planet, that is it possible to stare at him with interest almost forever.
~ Ryszard Kapu?ci?ski
Can one drown in one's element... If fish can drown in water, can human beings suffocate in air?
~ Salman Rushdie
We are creatures of air, Our roots in dreams And clouds, reborn In flight.
~ Salman Rushdie
Somos criaturas del aire, / con raíces en los sueños / y las nubes renacidas / en el vuelo.
~ Salman Rushdie
One hit, one moan of fractured air, one solid impact and the man went down.
~ L.G. Kelso, Fierce
Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse.
~ W. H. Auden
Very little strength can produce much motion of air. Learn about air as motion.
~ Arnold Jacobs
To use a fighter as a fighter-bomber when the strength of the fighter arm is inadequate to achieve air superiority is putting the cart before the horse.
~ Adolf Galland
She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.
~ Alice Hoffman
One morning when the air was misleading and mild with hope....
~ Alice Hoffman
The garden was burning, the air sparked with specks of flame as they say it will be in the World-to-Come when we walk beside the angels and have no fear of their illuminations or of their might.
~ Alice Hoffman
Everyone said it was the earthquake; it disrupted atoms in the air, bringing out the worst you had hidden inside.
~ Alice Hoffman
It was comparable to getting sick from bad ventilation
~ Alice Munro
This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the sun rises tipping the top trees with light. The sky is clear and shining as a china plate and the water playfully ruffled with wind. Every wisp of fog is gone and the air is full of the resinous smell of the trees. Seabirds are flashing above the sails golden like creatures from Heaven, but the sailors raise a few shots to keep them from the rigging.
~ Alice Munro
The outside air had altered her mood, from an unsettled elation to something within reach of embarrassment, even shame.
~ Alice Munro
At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken glass they could court light....still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.
~ Alice Sebold
The air inside the station wagon was cold and fragile. I could see the moist air when he exhaled, and this made me want to palpate my own stony lungs.
~ Alice Sebold
on Stonewall Inn] And while I acknowledge the absurdity of claiming a connection to that mythologized flashpoint...might not a lingering vibration, a quantum of rebellion, still have hung in the humectant air?
~ Alison Bechdel