Quotes About Air

On Mars, where the air is spare - a hundred times less dense than on Earth - someone could hear you scream. But you'd have to really strain to get anyone's attention. On the Red Planet, where the wind is high-pitched and faint, even a symphony orchestra will sound as thin as cheap gruel.

Wind, weather, everything comes into play when you're in the kicking game - how far the ball is going to traveling in the air, where it's going to travel with the wind.

Wind ought to be a verb or an adverb. It isn't really anything. It's a manner of movement of warmth and cold: a kind of information system of the air.

Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a million pipes played the air.

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.

Shangri-La is one of the few studios in which you can sit in the control room and open a window behind you. You can feel the light and the air coming off the ocean. You can have a musical world in front of you and the natural world behind you.

One of your best tools is being able to catch the football. But I think you can throw all that out the window when the ball is in the air.

The closer the bird is to the surface of the water, the firmer and more inelastic is the uplift of the rising air. The bird appears to almost feel the surface with the tip of its weather wing.

When I look at my daily schedule, I feel like a trout flopping about on a dock, drowning in the air. Some people are ruthless with their schedules. Not me. I wing it.

In the human lung, there are millions of air foils, just like aeroplane wings, which facilitate normal breathing.

There must have been something in the air of Gary that led one into economics: the first Nobel Prize winner, Paul Samuelson, was also from Gary, as were several other distinguished economists.

Out of electronics school, my first assignment was to a fighter base in Florida. My roommate, Glen, would become my best friend in Florida and Thailand as we were sent to different air bases in Southeast Asia.

Bacon's not the only thing that's cured by hanging from a string.

Claustrophobia is a theme that I feel is really rife in 'Sound of my Voice' and struggling to come up for air from that feeling.

Well, fresh air's supposedly good for us,' I said. 'Breathing: The miracle cure everyone's been looking for.

Tomorrow I'll suggest the liar lies against himself So our condition makes escape impossible? -- we breathe and it's moving air that causes stars to twinkle

Un palais aux murs De vent Un palais dont les tours Sont de flamme au grand jour Un palais d'opale Au cœur du zénith L'oiseau fait d'air pâle Y vole vite Laisse une traînée blanche Dans l'espace noir Son vol dessine un signe Qui signifie absence

Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg. For when air cycles through the lungs, and the body is busy at noble tasks, creativity flows like water in a stream: the artist creates, the writer writes.

Removing the socks and wringing them out over the Los Angeles Times, Hagopian said, "People play wacky games in these parts. I've been wondering if there isn't some new kind of wackiness virus, something that the screwed-up air around LA causes to form. The wackiness strain, first it takes over greater Los Angeles and then it slowly creeps across the country. I myself am immune to it, but that's no help if everyone else comes down with it. The government

My wife and I just prefer Seattle. It's a beautiful city. Great setting. You open your front door in the morning and the air smells like pine and the sea, as opposed to bus exhaust.

Approximately 80 % of our air pollution stems from hydrocarbons released by vegetation, so let's not go overboard in setting and enforcing tough emission standards from man-made sources.

No other woman had that air of spring in January, that ever-bubbling fount of love and hope.

The first snow of the new year lifted my burdensome thoughts. The snow brightened and cleaned and filled the air with oxygen.

The beauty of the sensation was so intense that fear dropped away. It felt like a kind of birth. She opened her eyes. Sunlight through a foggy window. A green plant on a shelf. The dim delicious fall air. She was a new baby—skin frail as paper, arms weak as milk, brain forming shapes into thought.