I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God’s clean air.
A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.
I don’t wear perfume, and I don’t like the air to be too saturated with scents.
When you are on the air, there is no land you need to call home.
I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.
Emptiness is like air. It floats around unseen but you know it’s there.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
I think confrontation is healthy, because it clears the air very quickly.
I want to be like air. Invisible, yet everybody needs me in their life.