Quotes About Air

Many a maiden, With white feet glancing light as air, Made happy music through the gloom.

Superior music is purity itself; it clears the air.

A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky.

The use of sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons, forasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession therof.

Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!

I throw back my head, and, feeling free as the wind, breathe in the fresh mountain air. Although I am heavy-hearted, my spirits are rising. To walk in nature is always good medicine.

I will march on in the path of nature till my legs sink under me, and then I shall be at rest, and expire into that air which has given me my daily breath.

I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.

Before dawn, the air smelled of lemons.

He stood there a moment, listened to the creek, and let the mountain air blow against his face. Even with all this heartache, it was beautiful here.

What mighty battles have I seen and heard waged between the trees and the west wind - an Iliad fought in the fields of air.

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

But I need solitude--which is to say, recovery, return to myself, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

Faith and philosophy are air, but events are brass.

Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line Empty the haunted air the gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow.

Keep the window of the mind open to let the fresh thoughts come in like fresh air.

Oh my Valentine! I was waiting for you next to my wide open window just as a flower bud waits for the spring air to bloom.

It is deep winter with shivering cold air, but my heart is dancing with joy and spring flowers.

Is it difficult to recognize spring when the air is dancing with joy and the flowers are blooming bright colorful smiles?

Home is— Where the heart wants to dwell, Where the mind wants to dance, Where the air is always pleasant, And where love is always abundant.

Poetry's medium is not merely light as air, it is air: vital and deep as ordinary breath.

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.