Quotes About Airs

No cat food and a toe knife out the window?! I mean, what am I doin'? Puttin' on airs because I got company?

Washington was no politician as we understand the word, replied Ratcliffe abruptly. He stood outside of politics. The thing couldn't be done today. The people don't like that sort of royal airs.

Europe was best described, to his mind, as an elaborate engine for dissociating the confined American from that indispensable knowledge, and was accordingly only rendered bearable by these occasional stations of relief, traps for the arrest of wandering western airs.

I remember getting out of acting school and friends of mine talking about, like, 'You know, I don't think I'm gonna do TV.' Like, people putting on these airs of being picky. And I was never a snob about it.

Amanda marched toward him. Hey. Where is de Warenne? He gave her a furious look and picked up the tray. His lordship is entertaining and is not to be disturbed. Her eyes narrowed. Don't put on airs with me, she said flatly. You're only a servant. He straightened. I am the butler, miss, and the most important servant in his lordship's employ. She rolled her eyes. I don't think so. The most important one he's got working for him is the ship's carpenter. You want to make a bet?

There's always room for improvement, but the judges are looking for big airs and stylish tricks.

The sincerity of foulness pleases us, and rests the soul. When one has passed one's time in enduring upon earth the spectacle of the great airs which reasons of state, the oath, political sagacity, human justice, professional probity, the austerities of situation, incorruptible robes all assume, it solaces one to enter a sewer and to behold the mire which befits it.

Yet some feelings, though not deeper or more passionate, are more tender than others: and often, when I walk at this time in Oxford Street by dreamy lamp-light, and hear those airs played on a barrel-organ which years ago solaced me and my dear companion (as I must always call her) I shed tears

It always annoys me when stars grumble about fans coming up to them in the street. I love it. These young stars today with all their airs and graces, they need to remember it is an honour and a privilege to make money from acting. How hard is it?

O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion: it shows the foot to advantage, and furnishes with blushes, and recomposing airs beyond comparison. —Lady Wishfort

Henry Villard took sarcastic note of the sudden "adornment of whiskers" on November 19. "His old friends, who have been used to a great indifference as to the 'outer man,' on his part," the journalist punned, "say that 'Abe is putting on airs.

I felt once more the strange equivocal power of the city—its flat alluvial landscape and exhausted airs… Alexandria; which is neither Greek, Syrian nor Egyptian, but a hybrid: a joint.

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"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

The stiff-backed prig, with his dandified airs and West End swagger.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!— Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell

Bodies need poison. Withdrawals without it. Toxin-free airs a killer.

May is, Airs wreathe (times) : and they mirror: plus Silence supports my pretension . . the parts Ascend a tone, repeating, (tin ears) thus (Listen) move past Jesus ratted in starch; My contention . . that the slight disregards My costs: Recorders: Fa - as what wind blew Tossed coins in herrings heads, what journey thru Mi et Mi Fa . . tota Musica, dearth Such as voice courting voice has such value Labor light lights in air, in earth, on earth

A communist is a person who publicly airs his dirty Lenin.

It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

A lot of people pretend to be. They wear robes and put on airs to take advantage of the ignorant and gullible. But

O'ER THE WOOD'S BROW   O'er the wood's brow,    Pale, the moon stares; In every bough    Wandering airs Faintly suspire. . . .   O heart's-desire!   Two willow-trees    Waver and weep, One in the breeze,    One in the deep Glass of the stream. . . .   Dream we our dream!   An infinite    Resignedness Rains where the white    Mists opalesce In the moon-shower. . . .   Stay, perfect hour!