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Quotes About Air

The snow had come down in the night, heavily, covering everything. Millie knew the moment she opened her eyes. The air inside was different, filled with a cold radiance. It was a struggle to leave her bed beside the radiator.
~ Louise Erdrich
At last, the pure and fragile snow was falling upon us, separating off the air from the dirt, the living from the dead, the reader from the book.
~ Louise Erdrich
They sat on chairs made of air and fanned their faces with transparent leaves. They spoke in both languages. We love you, don't cry. Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.
~ Louise Erdrich
In the bitter air, the grieving were wreathed in white by their sighs.
~ Lucy Jago
I couldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets in the blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I'd sew a crooked seam. So it's ho for the park and the pines.
~ Lucy Maud Montgomery
In every country is a word which attempts the sound of cats, to match an inisolable portrait in the clouds to a din in the air. But the constant noise is not an omen of music to come.
~ Lyn Hejinian
clear air and smiled, his perfect face softening as he
~ Lynda La Plante
Vinha a corrente de ar, que vence em eficácia o cálculo humano, e lá se ia tudo. Assim corre a sorte dos homens.
~ Machado de Assis
An area with good air movement helps to quickly dry foliage from moisture of dew, rain or sprinkler
~ Maggie Oster
Mission with LeMay
~ Malcolm Gladwell
A confident woman wears a smile and has this air of comfortability and pleasantness about her.
~ Jaachynma N.E. Agu
I'm now as free as the breeze - with roughly the same income.
~ Gene Perret
Because words are just air, Kanai-babu,' Moyna said. When the wind blows on the water, you see ripples and waves, but the real river lies beneath, unseen and unheard. You can't blow on the water's surface from below, Kanai-babu. Only someone who's outside can do that, someone like you.
~ Amitav Ghosh
sons perdidos à procura de perdidas cores. corto o ar e nado através de quartos sem paredes
~ Anais Nin
and half of learning to play is learning what not to play and she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to say and she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her moves and make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to prove she crawls out on a limb and begins to build her home and it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not alone up up up up up up up points the spire of the steeple but god's work isn't done by god it's done by people
~ Ani DiFranco
The air is sharp, and I understand why years ago sea air was prescribed as a tonic for the body.
~ Anita Shreve
The solitary mortal is certainly luxurious, probably superstitious, and possibly mad: the mind stagnates for want of employment, grows morbid, and is extinguished like a candle in foul air.
~ Samuel Johnson
ANATRON  (A'NATRON)   n.s.The scum which swims upon the molten glass in the furnace, which, when taken off, melts in the air, and then coagulates into common salt. It is likewise that salt which gathers upon the walls of vaults.
~ Samuel Johnson
such volumes of philosophy had the air of old men about them: venerable but having lost the energy to influence a world that had moved on from them.
~ Sarah Dunant
for air, Jonah has a red ball stuck in his hair.
~ Sarah Mlynowski
No era el aire miserable de aquel tipo lo que nos daba miedo, ni el tumor que tenía en el pescuezo y que el borde del cuello postizo rozaba; sentíamos que elaboraba en su cabeza pensamientos de cangrejo o langosta. Y nos aterrorizaba que pudieran concebirse pensamientos de langosta...
~ SARTRE JEAN-PAUL
Sometimes I like to think I live with ghosts. Not from my past, but wispy bits of ideas and books that hang in the air like silk puppets. Sometimes I think I see my own ideas, floating around too, but they usually don't last that long. They're more like mayflies; they're born, big and gleaming, and then they fly around, buzzing like crazy before they fall to the floor, dead, about twenty four hours later.
~ Scarlett Thomas
brittle air. Rachel slid her machete from its canvas sheath, but the crow veered wildly and then rejoined the broken formation heading south toward the distant city
~ Scott Nicholson
All souls converge upon a hopeless mote tonight, as though the throngs of souls in hopeless pain rise up to say they cannot care, to say they abide whatever is to come. My air is flung with souls which will not stop and among them hangs a soul that has not died and refuses to come home.
~ John Berryman