Quotes About Air

The shutters were open. It must have rained in the night, I thought. The air that drifted in felt washed and very clear.

Nothing,' I said. 'Air.' 'Those are not the same,' he said. 'Nothing is empty void, while air is what fills all else. It is breath and life and spirit, the words we speak.

I hummed a little and listened to the sound being swallowed by the air.

Rien est un espace vide, alors que l'air est ce qui remplit tout le reste. C'est la respiration, la vie et le courage, les mots que l'ont dit.

The battles rent the skies: the air itself burned, and gods clawed the flesh from each other's bones.

pero los recuerdos estaban hechos de aire, y sus rastros se habian borrado.

Soy aire y pensamiento, y nada puedo hacer.

She is here now, outside the walls of the villa, where the night has painted its own version of the valley, in bold indigo strokes; where the wind animates this mysterious shaded landscape, setting the trees in motion, flinging night birds up to the blue-black air, driving angry blots across the unreadable face of the firmament.

Graveyards have the dignity of air, the authority of dust.

Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom, And makes one blot of all the ayr

Nothing more celestial can I conceive. How gently the winds blow! Scarce can these tranquil air-currents be called winds. They seem the very breath of Nature, whispering peace to every living thing.

The interplay between farmers and the elements was a poem without words, the echo which would always return to him. The air could hold the breeze of the rain or the wind of warmth to the discerning nose. The stone carved its memory deep into the hands that chiseled it. Fire was life in the hearth which was the center of home. Water introduced itself to us from its most natural source in streams and wells.

he really liked running on the street, especially after a rain. He liked running through the odors of the night, through the air off the Mississippi

IN A COLD DRY SPRING, before the trees bud out, the morning sun seems to shine white like a silver dime on the horizon, and the clear air over the still-fallow ground gives the prairie a particular bleakness, if your mood is already bleak.

Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you'd shake a rug.

The smell of azaleas and the sleepy smell of sun working with chlorophyll filled the air.

see, a bank or a company can't do that, because those creatures don't breathe air, don't eat side-meat. They breathe profits; they eat the interest on money. If they don't get it, they die the way you die without air, without side-meat. It is a sad thing, but it is so. It is just so.

The smells of life and richness, of death and digestion, of decay and birth, burden the air.

But—you see, a bank or a company can't do that, because those creatures don't breathe air, don't eat side-meat. They breathe profits; they eat the interest on money. If they don't get it, they die the way you die without air, without side-meat. It is a sad thing, but it is so. It is just so.

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

There always comes in September a parched brightness to the air that hits Rabbit two ways, smelling of apples and blackboard dust and marking the return to school and work in earnest, but then again reminding him he's suffered another promotion, taken another step up the stairs that has darkness at the head.

The simplicity. Getting rid of something by giving it to itself. God Himself folded into the tiny adamant structure, Self-destined to a succession of explosions, the great slow gathering out of water and air and silicon: this is felt without words in the turn of the round hoe-handle in his palms. Now

It is by faith that poetry as well as devotion soars above this dull earth that imagination breaks through its clouds breathes a purer air and lives in a softer light.

So let us not worry, and look instead as it has been taught us to do, as the birds of the air and the lilies of the field, keeping complete faith in Our Father's goodness.