Air Quotes

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Renée Ahdieh
“So you intend to go through life never loving anyone? Just … things?”
“No. I’m looking for something more.”
“More than love?”
“Is it not arrogant to think you deserve more, Khalid Ibn al-Rashid?”
“Is it so arrogant to want something that doesn’t change with the wind? That doesn’t crumble at the first sign of adversity?”
“You want something that doesn’t exist. A figment of your imagination.”
“No. I want someone who sees beneath the surface-someone who completes the balance. An equal.”
“And how will you know when you’ve found this elusive someone?” Shahrzad retorted.
“I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.”
Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

Salim Akhukum Fillah
“Kita yang menjalani hidup dengan mengalir
Seperti air
Mungkin lupa bahwa air hanya mengalir
Ke tempat yang lebih rendah”
Salim Akhukum Fillah
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Akira Kurosawa
“People today have forgotten they're really just a part of nature. Yet, they destroy the nature on which our lives depend. They always think they can make something better. Especially scientists. They may be smart, but most don't understand the heart of nature. They only invent things that, in the end, make people unhappy. Yet they're so proud of their inventions. What's worse, most people are, too. They view them as if they were miracles. They worship them. They don't know it, but they're losing nature. They don't see that they're going to perish. The most important things for human beings are clean air and clean water.”
Akira Kurosawa, Yume

D.H. Lawrence
“A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.”
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

Karl Lagerfeld
“Music gives color to the air of the moment.”
Karl Lagerfeld

C. JoyBell C.
“I am never alone wherever I am. The air itself supplies me with a century of love. When I breathe in, I am breathing in the laughter, tears, victories, passions, thoughts, memories, existence, joys, moments, and the hues of the sunlight on many tones of skin; I am breathing in the same air that was exhaled by many before me. The air that bore them life. And so how can I ever say that I am alone?”
C. JoyBell C.

Erik Pevernagie
“Many think they play the last act. With life in turmoil, they seem to live the setup of a shattering countdown. To an insistent appeal for crucial answers, they only receive evasive responses or killing silence. But since the banks of their patience are bursting, an intractable cataclysm disturbs their interior world. Yet, this disruption might allow them to restore their emotional power by cleansing the oppressive environment and purifying the air that they breathe. ("Corporeal prison".)”
Erik Pevernagie

Erik Pevernagie
“By uniting the thirst of our mind with the pureness and wellness of the air we are breathing, we can take possession of the most profound fibers in our being, imbibe its hidden primal forces, and transcend all irrelevant trivialities. ("My radio")”
Erik Pevernagie

Katerina Stoykova Klemer
“How to Write a Poem

Catch the air
around the butterfly.”
Katerina Stoykova Klemer, The Air Around the Butterfly / Въздухът около пеперудата

Mary Oliver

Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even,
while it calls the earth its home, the soul.
So the merciful, noisy machine

stands in our house working away in its
lung-like voice. I hear it as I kneel
before the fire, stirring with a

stick of iron, letting the logs
lie more loosely. You, in the upstairs room,
are in your usual position, leaning on your

right shoulder which aches
all day. You are breathing
patiently; it is a

beautiful sound. It is
your life, which is so close
to my own that I would not know

where to drop the knife of
separation. And what does this have to do
with love, except

everything? Now the fire rises
and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red
roses of flame. Then it settles

to quietude, or maybe gratitude, as it feeds
as we all do, as we must, upon the invisible gift:
our purest, sweet necessity: the air.”
Mary Oliver, Thirst

“Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.”
Lucretius, On the Nature of Things

“I miss your fragrance, sometimes I miss it this much that I can clearly smell you in the air.”
Qaisar Iqbal Janjua

Elizabeth I
“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.”
Queen Elizabeth I, Letters

F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Breathing dreams like air”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Derek Landy
“Ladies and gentleman," he said over the speakers, "welcome aboard this recently liberated Gulfstream V. If I could have your attention for just a few moments, I'd like to go over the safety features of this aircraft. It has an engine, to make us go, and wings, to keep us in the air. There are seatbelts, which won't do you an awful lot of good if we fly into the side of a mountain.”
Derek Landy, The Maleficent Seven

Karl Lagerfeld
“I do my job like I breathe — so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble.”
Karl Lagerfeld

Amit Abraham
“Love is in the air but the air is highly polluted”
Amit Abraham

Xavier Velasco
“I don't know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air”
Xavier Velasco

Dan Abnett
“Have you noticed we can breathe in here too?
Gosh, I wouldn't have picked up on that.”
Dan Abnett, Hereticus

“Water belongs to us all. Nature did not make the sun one person's property, nor air, nor water, cool and clear.”
Michael Simpson, The Metamorphoses of Ovid

“I don’t like this,” his brother told him as they walked down the stairs.

“You don’t like anything. I’ve heard you complain about the air.”

“It irritates me when it whistles.”
G.A. Aiken, A Tale of Two Dragons

Friedrich Schiller
“Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.”
Friedrich Schiller

Pramoedya Ananta Toer
“Kau mengabdi pada tanah ini, tanah yang memberimu nasi dan air. Tapi para raja dan para pengeran dan para bupati sudah jual tanah keramat ini pada Belanda. Kau hanya baru sampai melawan para raja, para pangeran, dan para bupati. Satu turunan tidak bakal selesai. Kalau para raja, pangeran, dan bupati sudah dikalahkan, baru kau bisa berhadapan pada Belanda. Entah berapa turunan lagi. Tapi kerja itu mesti dimulai.”
Pramoedya Ananta Toer, Gadis Pantai

Vladimir Nabokov
“At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.”
Vladimir Nabokov

Peter Viereck
“What keeps earth air breathable? Not oxygen alone. The earth is a freer place to breathe in, every time you love without calculating a return -- every time you make your drudgeries and routines still more inefficient by stopping to experience the shock of beauty wherever it unpredictably flickers.”
Peter Viereck, Unadjusted Man in the Age of Overadjustment: Where History and Literature Intersect

“O Heavenly Children, do not forget that God is here, there and everywhere. The birds are his eyes and the air is his ears. And as you sleep, your heart and soul rest naked before him. He can drink from the rivers of your thoughts, and even feel the wetness of your tears.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“If you show up to break me it won’t happen, I am water, water doesn’t break.
If you need to prove superiority it won’t happen, I am air, air will always rise.
If you try to draw blood it won’t happen, I am metal, your internal pain cannot penetrate my veins.
If you try to suppress me it won’t happen, I am fire, my light cannot be extinguished.”
debbie lynn - 360 degrees full circle

“Of course you don’t trust Braith. You don’t trust anybody,” Ghleanna reminded their brother. “You don’t trust the air.”

“Because it tends to become unseasonably chilly when I’d prefer it to be warm. It’s as if it does it on purpose.”
G.A. Aiken, A Tale of Two Dragons

Frank Herbert
“On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power," the Duke said. "Here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul.”
Frank Herbert, Dune

Marcel Proust
“The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent, that I never went into them without a sort of greedy anticipation, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully because I had only just arrived in Combray[...]”
Marcel Proust, Swann's Way

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