Top Air Quotes

  • She wore an A-line bridal gown with a V-shaped neckline while Apollo playing Bach’s Air on the G string. – Tai

    She wore an A-line bridal gown with a V-shaped neckline while Apollo playing Bach’s Air on the G string.– Tai

  • I was spinning-”from the kiss, the alcohol or the lack of air, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to pull away if only just to breath. – Melissa Aragon

    I was spinning-”from the kiss, the alcohol or the lack of air, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to pull away if only just to breath.– Melissa Aragon

  • If you burn away my bones, my love for him would remain, tattooed in the air. – Lia Riley

    If you burn away my bones, my love for him would remain, tattooed in the air.– Lia Riley

  • Secrets always come up for air. They’re never content to stay buried for long. – Kristy Cambron

    Secrets always come up for air. They’re never content to stay buried for long.– Kristy Cambron

  • Presidents and other politicians manage the appearance of things, largely by manipulating the air and hope. – George Friedman

    Presidents and other politicians manage the appearance of things, largely by manipulating the air and hope.– George Friedman

  • And her dumplings were so light they would float in the air and you’d have to catch ’em to eat ’em. – Fannie Flagg

    And her dumplings were so light they would float in the air and you’d have to catch ’em to eat ’em.– Fannie Flagg

  • I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous. – Octavio Paz

    I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous.– Octavio Paz

  • Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night. – Katherine McIntyre

    Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.– Katherine McIntyre

  • Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth. – Yukio Mishima

    Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.– Yukio Mishima

  • There was this hot, yellowy stillness the air always got in the minutes before the last bell, as if it were stiffening itself to be shattered. – Garth Risk Hallberg

    There was this hot, yellowy stillness the air always got in the minutes before the last bell, as if it were stiffening itself to be shattered.– Garth Risk Hallberg