309 Quotes About Airport

By any rights, he should be dead. He was involved in an explosion with a bomb, which he happened to be carrying at the time. Conrad is something of a scientific miracle. There are more than thirty metal pins in his body. He has a metal plate in his skull. There are metal wires in his jaw and in most of his major joints.""He must set off a lot of airport alarms," Alex muttered.

You know… the airport is the only place you can walk around with no shoes, a glazed look on your face, and sleep on the benches and no one judges you.

There is truly no other place bearing so much love as airports.

— Дивився на своє місто. З вікон розбитого старого терміналу [...] Здавалося, можна вийти й піти додому, а ні — стріляють.Слухаю, намагаючись уявити, як це — бачити знайомі вулиці, знати, що десь там вікно твоєї кімнати, твої книжки, зів’ялі без нагляду бегонії у вазонках, коти у сусідів або у під’їзді, безпритульні, прислухаються до кроків, чи ти, бува, не повертаєшся...

All in all, airport shops still form part of the national culture; but a part that is safe, attenuated, and wholly adapted to global consumption. For the traveler at the end of his journey, it is a halfway house, less interesting and less frightening than the rest of the country. I had an inkling that, more and more, the whole world would come to resemble an airport.

He imagines the plane exploding as it touches down, ignited by one of its glints, in a ball of red flame shadowed in black like you see on TV all the time, and he is shocked to find within himself, imagining this, not much emotion, just a cold thrill at being a witness, a kind of bleak wonder at the fury of chemicals, and relief that he hadn't been on the plane himself but was instead safe on this side of the glass, with his faint pronged sense of doom.

Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess's cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that's used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death.

Putting Mr. Polopetsi in charge of the investigation is like putting a rabbit in charge of the airport.

I hope that Aberdeen Airport will do everything possible to be a good neighbour.