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The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man. W. Somerset Maugham
It may be bliss not to know a tornado is coming because you have no need to worry or take action. But while your head is in the sand your bum is in the air, the tornado is still coming. David Icke
John Updike quote: "How sad, how strange. We make comparnions out of air and hurt..."
How sad, how strange. We make comparnions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation. John Updike
Jellicle Cats are black and white. Jellicle Cats are rather small. Jellicle Cats are merry and bright. And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul. Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces, Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes; They like to practise their airs and graces. And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise. T. S. Eliot
The river Guadalquivir. Flows between oranges and olives. The two rivers of Granada. Descend from the snow to the wheat. Oh my love! Who went and never returned. The river Guadalquivir. Has beards of maroon. The two rivers of Granada. One a cry the other blood. Oh my love! Who vanished into thin air Federico Garcia Lorca
J. K. Rowling quote: "He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died,..."
He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up. J. K. Rowling
For, how else to seize such an instant? How to shout out into the empty air just the right words, and on cue? Frame a moment to last a lifetime? Richard Ford
J. K. Rowling quote: "The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was..."
The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air.. J. K. Rowling
Cornelia Funke quote: "Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone."
Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone. Cornelia Funke
Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God. Ralph Waldo Emerson
As always occurred when he quarreled over principles in which he believed passionately, he would end up gasping furiously for air and blinking back bitter tears of conviction. There were many principles in which Clevinger believed passionately. He was crazy. Joseph Heller
I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass. Willa Cather
I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night! Ray Bradbury
As I looked down at him, as I saw his yellow hair pressed against my coat, I had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with his head thrown back, his rich, flawless voice singing the lilting air of the opera from which we'd only just come, his walking stick tapping the cobblestones in time with the music, his large, sparkling eye catching the young woman who stood by, enrapt, so that a smile spread over his face as the song died on his lips;... Anne Rice
I suppose there has been nothing like the airports since the age of the stage-stops - nothing quite as lonely, as sombre-silent. The red-brick depots were built right into the towns they marked - people didn't get off at those isolated stations unless they lived there. But airports lead you way back in history like oases, like the stops on the great trade routes. The sight of air travellers strolling in ones and twos into midnight airports will draw a small crowd any night up or two. The... F. Scott Fitzgerald

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