Quotes About Air

What I do know is how difficult it is in this industry to get a show on the air. There's so many different stages: getting a script bought by the network, then getting a pilot made and having that pilot go to series, and then, when that series gets on the air, having people watch it.

Badly constructed houses do for the healthy what badly constructed hospitals do for the sick. Once insure that the air in a house is stagnant, and sickness is certain to follow.

The most alarming of all man's assaults upon the environment is the contamination of air, earth, rivers, and sea with dangerous and even lethal materials.

A radical is a man with both feet firmly planted-in the air.

A man who has both feet planted firmly in the air can be safely called a liberal as opposed to the conservative, who has both feet firmly planted in his mouth.

Man is a creature of light and air, and I should therefore recommend little or no clothing when training.

From the first I became convinced that what I must look for was lead dust and lead fumes, that men were poisoned by breathing poisoned air, not by handling their food with unwashed hands.

The land, the earth God gave to man for his home ... should never be the possession of any man, corporation, (or) society ... any more than the air or water.

Euler calculated without effort, just as men breathe, as eagles sustain themselves in the air.

Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.

I hope you don't mind the intrusion," she said. "I thought we'd air out your chambers while you were downstairs at breakfast." "We?" he repeated ominously, wondering just how many witnesses there were going to be to her murder.

I hadn't considered the suite, as the French put it, the follow-through to circumstances and events that lends life its air at once poignant and meaningful.

The only responsible course is to deny oneself the ideological misuse of one's own existence, and for the rest to conduct oneself in private as modestly, unobtrusively and unpretentiously as is required, no longer by good upbringing, but by the shame of still having air to breathe, in hell.

What I love is near at hand,Always, in earth and air.

I'm a shareholder in three networks in Holland. That allows me to put ideas that we create in Holland on air in Holland, and if it works, then we distribute the show's format globally.

If you have a bad experience on the air, you don't think you've done your job, or you have an embarrassing moment. I guarantee you'll work harder the next time not to let it happen again.

The most restorative activity is to get out in nature where the air quality is a little nicer.

He breathed deeply when he reached the sand, tasting salt in the air, feeling like the foreigner he was.

It is the act of reading itself that I miss, the opportunity to retreat further and further from the world until I have found some space, some air that isn't stale, that hasn't been breathed by my family a thousand times already.

I work it out. It is the act of reading itself I miss, the opportunity to retreat further and further from the wold until I have found some space, some air that isn't stale, that hasn't been breathed by my family a thousand times already.

Did you get your presents from me? I asked. Nikki. Doc grimaced. You're sick. I answered the door, and there were two girls in Nazi outfits and a nun. What's wrong with you? Fuck, Doc. I was just having fun. How about you, Mr. Udo? Did you enjoy your gifts? My wife is like my air, he said. Huh? Without her, I cannot live, She is my air. I stood there feeling like a giant prick. I had tried to contaminate his air.

Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, "Coming out!" She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells. "Hello, gorgeous." She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. "Hey, handsome.

It feels like Scotland. Have you ever been? Mmmm. Twice. Have you? No. You should. It's your roots. You'll be surprised how much they tug at you when you breathe the air in the Highlands or look out at a lowland loch.

And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.   —WORDSWORTH