Quotes About Air

The door closed. So quiet it amounted to nothing but a snap of air, and that was the strangeness of it, how a small sound like that could fall across the whole world.

It was the time of year when migrating crows wheeled across the sky, thunderous flocks that moved like a single veil, and I heard them, out there in the wild chirruping air. Turing to the window, I watched the birds fill the sky before disappearing, and when the air was still again, I watched the empty place where they had been.

The light around your body paled, there was a washed translucence in the air and then—the astonishment of your last breath brushed my face.

Autumn was San Francisco's summer. The days were bright and warm, scented with drying leaves and fading flowers and the ever-present salt air.

The most common error a person tends to commit in pie making is to fail to let it cool in fresh air. If you cut into it straight out of the oven, the juice runs everywhere. People have no patience when it comes to pies.

Oh, aye. A bit of mist in the air might bring the selkies out to play. The selkies are seal people, you know.

She inhaled air so damp it seemed to drench her lungs.

It is the contention of Mr Norrell of Hanover-square that everything belonging to John Uskglass must be shaken out of modern magic, as one would shake moths and dust out of an old coat. What does he imagine he will have left? If you get rid of John Uskglass you will be left holding the empty air.

He could almost taste the tang of that swampy air right here in his own desert parking lot and hear the calls of the heavily beating flock, sorrowing and apologizing and making plans for some other time. Time. He realized that crows had always reminded him of time, dark time. He gazed at the backs of his hands, at the plummy dark repellent veins.

El veterano sintió ganas de celebrar algo; que fuese su cumpleaños, por ejemplo. Pero no. Daba lástima desaprovechar tanto cielo celeste y limpio, regalar el aire a la desgracia o los malentendidos.

When I stood up, my steps were uncertain, as though I were wearing lifts in my shoes. I could feel the air between the soles of my feet and the ground. It was like something important had altered, like gravity, or the air itself.

The sky was full of stacked gray clouds and the air tasted like a nickel.

Skis on snow, mountains in white, bracing wintry air, forced deep breathing, gliding into grace — these are nature's ways of healing a skier's heart. Healing it one run at a time

Being tall is an advantage, especially in business. People will always remember you. And if you're in a crowd, you'll always have some clean air to breathe.

Music was not so very different from mathematics. It was all just patterns and sequences. The only difference was that they hung in the air instead of on a piece of paper. Dancing was a grand equation. One side was sound, the other movement. The dancer's job was to make them equal.

You should do that more often," he said. "Laugh, I mean." "I know." But that sounded sad, and she didn't want to be sad, so she added, "I don't often get to torture grown men, though." "Really?" he murmured. "I would think you do it all the time." She looked at him. "When you walk into a room," he said softly, "the air changes.

The summer air in the colonies had an unpleasant solid quality to it. Rather like fog, if one heated it to the temperature of one's body.

The very air in which you live is an inspiration.

La luna deja un cuchillo abandonado en el aire, que siendo acecho de plomo quiere ser dolor de sangre.

The air pregnant with rainbows shatters its mirrors over the grove. - Air

The damp air eased between sheets tossed and loosened with dreams, kissing uncovered throats, slipping in with unguarded breaths to lie snugly in the lungs and wait for day.

When my eye lands on a real book and looks past the printed word, what it sees is disembodied thoughts flying through air, gliding on air, living off air, returning to air.

When my eye lands on a real book and looks past the printed word, what it sees is disembodied thoughts flying through air, gliding on air, living off air, returning to air, because in the end everything is air, just as the host is and is not the blood of Christ.

The Negro is better off in his family, in the first place, because, even when his home is little more than a primitive one-room cabin, he is at least living in the open country in contact with the pure air and freedom of the woods, and not in the crowded village where the air and the soil have for centuries been polluted with the accumulated refuse and offscourings of a crowded and slatternly population.