Quotes About Airport

Some girls love to go to the airport and have 50 paparazzi on them. I go to the airport and have a mental breakdown.

Had a million things to say and none I knew how. I stepped forward and kissed him, like people kiss at airports, full of love and desperate longing, kisses that must imprint themselves on their recipient for the journey, for the weeks, the months ahead.

I didn't tell her about the days when it felt like a peculiar form of torture to work somewhere where I was forced to watch each plane taxi on the runway, gather its energy like a great bird, then launch itself into the sky.

I'm obsessed with Nicholas Sparks. I've literally read every single book, because every time I travel, at the airport, I always buy a new Nicholas Sparks book.

When one spends a long time alone in the Frankfurt airport, one goes crazy at receiving even the tiniest crumbs of affection.

People always rely on the incompetent idiot defense—it doesn't hurt them. Look at Iran-Contra. They named an airport after that guy.

Like a lot of people, I pray for a sick relative or that kind of thing, but I don't pray to make my next flight connection at the airport. I find prayers before sports contests to be insensitive and kind of demeaning, at least when someone prays to beat the other team or something like that.

The impact that you can leave on the other person through your films holds way more weight than just being seen at a party or any other appearance, or being seen at a freaking airport.

I've done stand-up at airport Holiday Inns and that's where you feel like you're doing comedy for people that hate it.

I think arriving at or departing from any airport in America is just horrendous these days.

We fly to the town in the little private airplane, and then we have to get in cars and drive to the hotel and then drive to the gig. So, I want to do a tour where the performances will actually be at the small airports.

I did whole Latin albums and it was like Beatlemania for me in the Latin world, the screaming girls, not being able to leave the hotel, at the airport met by screaming fans. That was something!

If I'm in the airport, people will come up and just hug me because they feel like they can - and that's the greatest. They just want to hug because some place, some memory in their lives, I meant something to them.

I get stopped at the airports by just everyday people that are not even fans of the MMA and they say how they have seen me fight. Its very humbling and also rewarding.

It seemed impossible that a modern airport, full of prosperous and purposeful travellers, was only kilometres away from those crushed and cindered dreams.

Every time you go to an airport and get on a plane, you are basically taking advantage of the work that was done at Langley. Between World War I and World War II, they did just tremendous amount of fundamental research into basically making airplanes safer, making them more stable.

Historically, Heathrow has been something of a joke, outweighed by its excellent connections. We have to aspire to having an airport at Heathrow with two runways which is a world-class airport. It's a big challenge.

I'm always using a towel around my head. Airports don't worry about me.

The worst way of flying, I think, is standby. It never works. That's why they call it standby. You end up standing there going, 'Bye!'

I used to think that nails-down-a-chalkboard was the worst sound in the world. Then I moved on to people-eating-cereal-on-the-phone. But only this week did I stumble across the rightful winner: it's the sound of a baggage carousel coming to a grinding halt, having reunited every passenger on your flight with their luggage, except for you.

If the worst thing happening to Middle Eastern people is that Carlos Mencia is doing a joke about them being stopped at airports, that's a pretty awesome state of affairs.

I live halfway between London and the airport, which means I can operate my European career and get home every night. It costs a lot of money, but it's worth it.

Gimme a few minutes and I'll meet you outside." "Wait. You're going, too?" He snorted and swung his feet to the floor. "Of course I'm going with you to pick up your grandmother at the airport. What kind of jerk did you think you were marrying?

there was something wistful about her, under the burnish of her makeup she looked extremely young, and a little afraid. I wanted to speak to her, as if I were a guardian spirit working the airport—God knows I was crazed with my fresh solitariness— so I did a little double take, when I passed her, and said, Could I ask, where did you get your sandals—my husband, I lied, wants me to get some, and she said a name, as if relieved to speak.