“And 't is my faith, that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.”

“And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.”

“Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,
Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;
Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbers
Breathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air.”

“T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.”

“A flower may fade before 'tis noon,
And I this day may lose my breath.”

“I had only to open my bedroom window, and blue air, love, and flowers entered with her”.”

“The delicious breath of rain was in the air.”

“Music to me is the air I breathe it's the blood that pumps through my veins that keeps me alive”

“We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.”

“This Life, which seems so fair,
Is like a bubble blown up in the air
By sporting children's breath,
Who chase it every where”