Quotes About Air

They all fired into the air, no doubt about it, said the old man with the fur cap, but it was the air that happened to be in people's lung.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

but the air as damp as if the afternoon had been rubbed with snails.

There is air between their ribs, their flesh is honeycombed with light, and the marrow of their bones is molten with God's grace.

Do you know why they say, 'There's no smoke without fire?' It's not just to give encouragement to people who like fires. It's a statement about the danger of chimneys, but also about the courts of kings—or any space where trapped air circulates, choking on itself.

Please do not close the window, Indy, fresh air kills germs.' 'Hypothermia,' said Indigo, not obeying, 'kills people. And anyway, Rose's lips are going blue.

Earth and fire and water and air We solemnly promise, we solemnly swear Not a word, not a hint, not a sound to declare Earth and fire and water and air!

You have the potential for becoming air; as still, as necessary, just there.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Cardan's gaze catches mine, and I can't help the evil smile that pulls up the corners of my mouth. His eyes are bright as coals, his hatred a living thing, shimmering in the air between us like the air above black rocks on a blazing summer day.

Her screams spiraled up into the night air

Faeries…?" I ask. "Yes, yes." He sounds impatient. "The Folk of the Air. Insubstantial, unable to hold one shape. Like the seeds of flowers launched into the sky.

Fire wants to burn, Call thought to himself. Water wants to flow. Air wants to rise. Earth wants to bind. Chaos wants to devour. Call wants to live.

The rug was turning red. --- The smell of fresh blood was heavy in the air, like wet, hot metal. Like those scrubbing pads Mom used to clean the frying pans when stuff was really stuck on.

Fire wants to burn, water wants to flow, air wants to rise, earth wants to bind, chaos wants to devour.

I can smell spiced wine in the air, but not yet the other perfume of tournaments- fresh blood.

AUTUMN AIR The autumn air is clear, The autumn moon is bright. Fallen leaves gather and scatter, The jackdaw perches and starts anew. We think of each other- when will we meet? This hour, this night, my feelings are hard.

I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.

Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo.

The one thing the Universe has in excess and is apparent in every molecule of air ever breathed and every atom of every object is potential.

You return when you feel like it, like rain. And like rain you are tender, with the rain's inept tenderness. A passion so general I could be anywhere. You carry me out into the wet air. You lay me down on the leaves and the strong thing is not the sex, But waking up alone under the tress after.

The sky is grey, the air hot. I walk back across the mown lawn loving the smell and the houses so completely it leaves my heart empty.

Facts are the air of scientists. Without them you can never fly.

Any mother could perform the jobs of several air traffic controllers with ease.