A Quote by Joe Wicks

I like getting fresh air. — © Joe Wicks
I like getting fresh air.
I know that you don't believe it, but indeed, life will bring you through. You will live it down in time. What you need now is fresh air, fresh air, fresh air!
...if you wish to get pure air into your room, or if you go for a walk in the fresh air, think of the pure and of the unclean heart. Many of us like to have pure air in the room (and this is an excellent habit), or are fond of walking in the fresh air, but they do not even think of the necessity of the purity of the spirit or heart (of, so to say, spiritual air, the breath of life); and, living in the fresh air, they allow themselves to indulge in impure thoughts, impure movements of the heart, and even impurity of language, and most impure carnal actions.
People always talk about good, fresh country air, but I kept getting wiffs of something that was neither good nor fresh but definitely country.
I love being outside and getting fresh air.
Give me golf clubs, fresh air and a beautiful partner, and you can keep the clubs and the fresh air.
I hate those domed stadiums because the air is goofed up. There's no fresh air, and you almost feel like you have claustrophobia.
Because forgiveness is like this: a room can be dank because you have closed the windows, you've closed the curtains. But the sun is shining outside, and the air is fresh outside. In order to get that fresh air, you have to get up and open the window and draw the curtains apart.
He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.
It might be hard to believe, but the air in prison is different. There's like one thousand people sucking on the one little piece of fresh air until it turns stale.
I like to get fresh air.
I breathe deeply, taking in the fresh spring air. Though Beaufort has changed and I have changed, the air itself has not. It’s still the air of my childhood, the air of my seventeenth year, and when I finally exhale, I’m fifty-seven once more. But this is okay. I smile slightly, looking towards the sky, knowing there’s one thing I haven’t told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.
He's been like a fresh of breath air.
Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.
'Fresh Air' I listen to, like, every day.
The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.
Where I grew up, we spent a lot of time outside. I moved to Paris when I was 19, and from then on, it was exactly the opposite. On the weekend, you go to the galleries, the museums, the movies. And I thought, "I'm not going to be like all of these friends I've had who are now at this certain stage in their lives, and they are all unhappy with themselves because they never get out in the fresh air or the sun, and they get so disconnected from their bodies that they have to just layer and layer and layer like onions. I am not getting old like that."
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