Top 1200 Air Pollution Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.

Joy is the vital air of the soul.

I never go on the air and lie.

If I think the environment in the world needs to be cleaned up, let me clean up my own environment. Let me clean up the environment in my head - let me work with that pollution and that ecosystem.

Literature is air, and I'm suffocating in mediocrity.

?he battlefield in the air will be the decisive one

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air. Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

Love is like air we can't see it but feel it.

Sound consists of an undulating motion of the air.

The domain of the ballet dancer is not earth but air.

All that I am ... I owe to the Air Force.

By nature, I am quiet off the air.

The air smelled of paper and dust and years.

The very air in which you live is an inspiration.

A pessimist is one who builds dungeons in the air.

All agreed that the sensation of coasting on the air was delightful.

Music gives color to the air of the moment.

[Heraclitus had] a regal air of certainty.

I'm on a perpetual quest for air-conditioning.

Think about how tangible it would be to the citizens of Washington State to finally have the Hanford nuclear site cleaned up. Think about how tangible it would be to the citizens along the Hudson River to fix that pollution. These are some of the most direct things we can do to benefit our environment.

Music is in the air; it's my job to pull it out.

The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

On the prairie one can see the colour of the air.

That's lifted the crowd up into the air.

Argument is to me the air I breathe.

But to truly transform our economy, protect our security, and save our planet from the ravages of climate change, we need to ultimately make clean, renewable energy the profitable kind of energy. So I ask this Congress to send me legislation that places a market-based cap on carbon pollution and drives the production of more renewable energy in America.

'Man in the Air' was an experience in exercise.

It's very frustrating not being on the air.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

Air travel dehydrates people.

Look, I'm not trying to be critical when I'm on the air.

Swans in the winter air A white perfection have

Every day we put another 110 million tons of global warming pollution into the sky as if it's an open sewer, and it's still building up. And the scientists tell us it's a race against time. We've stabilized emissions globally now for the last three years, but they need to start coming down quickly. We've got the momentum, we've got the wind in our sails, we're gonna win this.

Panic. You open your mouth. Open it so wide your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air, NOW, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you're breaithing through a drinking straw. Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can manage is a croak. Your hands wriggle and shake. Somewhere a dam has cracked open and a flood of cold sweat spills, drenches your body. You want to scream. You would if you could. Cut you have to breathe to scream. Panic.

Faith and philosophy are air, but events are brass.

Ultimately what I'll do next is up in the air for me.

Now we are living in the age of comics as air

Airbnb started with 'air bed and breakfast.'

It's opener, out there, in the wide, open air.

Philanthropies and charities have a certain air of quackery.

I went into the Air Corps from 1943 through 1945.

We could be happy if the air was as pure as beer.

I like getting fresh air.

The voice is nothing but beaten air.

I feel what is in the air. I go with my instinct.

Cold air rises from the ground as the sun goes down. The eye-burning clarity of the light intensifies. The southern rim of the sky glows to a deeper blue, to pale violet, to purple, then thins to grey. Slowly the wind falls, and the still air begins to freeze. The solid eastern ridge is black; it has a bloom on it like the dust on the skin of a grape. The west flares briefly. The long, cold amber of the afterglow casts clear black lunar shadows. There is an animal mystery in the light that sets upon the fields like a frozen muscle that will flex and wake at sunrise.

I seem to smell the stench of appeasement in the air.

Flies purify the air, and plays - the morals.

Love makes the air light.

A vision has to be within reach not in the air. It has to be achievable.

Goals are as essential to success as air is to life.

That's what I do. I just let Mother Earth use me, in many, many instances, especially when I am working with pollution. She is a very real Spirit - she is your mother, and if you open to Her, she can come in and use you in a way that is very powerful. That is what Mother Teresa has done, by being selfless.

Living in New York, there's so much pollution, it's really good to just give your skin a reboot and get off all those dead skin cells. Then, moisture is everything just because my skin gets dried out so much from putting on makeup and pulling it off all day that I love face masks.

Louisiana is a fresh-air mental asylum.

I wake about 1 a.m. I'm in the office by 2 a.m. We're on the air at 5.

I love air conditioning and Starbucks.

From a cell to a jet call it Con-Air

If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

Some air you inhale was exhaled by Cleopatra.