Quotes About Air

El oxígeno te coloca.

Dust. You forget about the dust. It hangs over the landscape like a ragged curtain. It scratches your throat. The air tastes of sulphur, saltpetre, cordite, burning rubber and burning oil from the pipelines and wells sabotaged by ISIS to disrupt aerial surveillance.

There was a memory and a promise of blood in the air.

Before she could look to find a wound he had control of the vision once again, but like a juggler attempting to hold too many balls in the air catching one meant loosing another.

Reminds me of that urban legend about hearing voices in the white noise of a television tuned to a station that's off the air

How's your current air supply? Enough to get us home if we don't stop for pizza.

There would always be an expletive in a New York sentence. Even from a judge. Soderberg was not fond of bad language, but he knew its value at the right time. A man on a tightrope, a hundred and ten stories in the air, can you possibly fucking believe it?

She would want, instead, to recall him in the air, between layers of cloud. To give him back that ancient dignity.

To decent Avernus is easy; the gate of Pluto stands open night and day; but to retrace ones's steps and return to the upper air, that is the toil, that is the difficulty.

Rumor, swiftest of all the evils in the world. She thrives on speed, stronger for every stride, slight with fear at first, soon soaring into the air she treads the ground and hides her head in the clouds.

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.

Outside the trees dragged their leaves like nets through the depths of the air; the sound of water was in the room and through the waves came the voices of birds singing.

The streets seemed to chafe the very air...and lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of that divine vitality which Clarissa loved.

And the widow bird, startled, flew away, describing wider and wider circles until it became (what she called her soul) remote as a crow which has been startled up into the air by a stone thrown at it.

Her mind was like a wound exposed to dry in the air.

I am an actor, living generally on air, but I have always elastic hopes for the future; they may be stretched indefinitely, such hopes, without bursting

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, & life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe. (There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Parsefall did not love fresh air. In his experience, it was apt to be cold.

Charlie Tilghman, who flies a restored B-24 for the Commemorative Air Force, taught me about flying the Liberator.

A knife plunged into the center of summer. Air and terror, which become teeth together.

They were all around us that day. In the confusion of air. In our strange dreams. In the baggage we'd brought with us and would have to leave. In our fading animal memories: The humming gold of being, and ceasing to be. The exposed motor of eternity.

To someone who grows up by the stockyards, that smell just smells like air. You don't know what a younger person might someday think of you, and whatever stench we still breathe in without noticing.

The music whirled and flirted with the air, spinning like snowflakes in an alley.