Air Quote by Arthur Conan Doyle

“The sky was rarely more than pale blue or violet, with a profusion of mighty, weightless, ever-changing clouds towering up and sailing on it,…

— Karen Blixen

“Then the wind died down and the air grew warm and the flies awoke and started to drone, and they were a constant background…

— J.T. McGowan

It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel — of…

— Charles Dickens

Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth…

— Charles Dickens

“The sky was a fresh-swept blue, with only a trace of white cloud clinging to the dome of heaven like a thin streak of…

— Haruki Murakami

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

— Joyce Kilmer

The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.

— Robert Southey

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some…

— Shannon Hale

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

— Haruki Murakami

“Colors shift like smoke within the branch beneath our feet. Sprites jump from leaf to leaf, leaving sprinklings of glittery dust in the air…

— Rachel Morgan

“the smell of resin filled the air. A thrush was singing somewhere. Late harebells were thick among the grass, and small blue butterflies moved…

— Mary Stewart

“Alice stopped walking as a dragonfly hovered close. 'Yellow-winged darter.' The name came to mind of its own accord. She watched as the insect…

— Kate Morton