Air Quotes - Page 47

Victory, speedy and complete, awaits the side that employs air power as it should be employed.

Words have a magical power. They can either bring the greatest happiness or the deepest despair.

Inside the man all the elements that form the Universe and all the existing principles are interrelated: He touches the earth with the feet; with the arms the air and with the head the sky and through the Spirit he gets in touch with the Divinity, where he comes from and where he should return.

If we did not have such a thing as an airplane today, we would probably create an agency the size of NASA to build one.

The advantage of pure, and the disadvantage of impure air are experienced each time we breathe, and all who understand the causes of disease know that an impure atmosphere is most unfavourable to the enjoyment of health, and an efficient cause to shorten human existence within the natural life of man. It is therefore most desirable that decisive measures should be devised and generally adopted to ensure to all a pure atmosphere, in which to live during their lives.

I am a middle-aged opera queen in loafers that makes out I am a 16 year old death metal skater... It's all fake! My hair is fake, my body is fake and my teeth are kind of fake

You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side. When the trees were there I cared that they were there. And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair and words, and many words When there was life, I said that life was wrong. What do I say now? You understand?

When you know you know nothing, an air of openness and humility prevails. Then real understanding enters the mind.

We are all unique, which makes us beautiful; so never despair, and just chill the hell out about it all.

The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion

April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances

Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody's head off.

Facts are the air of scientists. Without them you can never fly.

My partners... taught me that in order to create wealth, I needed to pair up with people whose strengths compensated for my weaknesses.

In your letter you apply the word imponderable to a molecule. Don't do that again. It may also be worth knowing that the aether cannot be molecular. If it were, it would be a gas, and a pint of it would have the same properties as regards heat, etc., as a pint of air, except that it would not be so heavy.

The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoulders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive. I am filled with dreams and mysteries. I am all sun and air and sparkle. I am vitalized, organic.

Never despair. [Nil desperandum.]

The Japanese position was hopeless even before the first atomic bomb fell because the Japanese had lost control of their own air.

I feel I want to be wise with white hair in a tall library in a deep chair by a fireplace.

NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.

Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect.

She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.

It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.

When you write ,it's like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring then unity.