Top 222 Airport Quotes

I don’t have any writing routine. Sometimes I go to my local coffee shop and I write there for some hours. Apart from that, I am traveling most of the time. I write in airports, trains, hotel rooms… I can write anywhere.

I had a journalist slap me, and it wasn’t anyone that I had ever met before. I was at the airport.

I’ve spent my whole life in airports. I don’t come home but every two and a half months, which is pretty crazy.

In Beijing, the joke among hacks is that, after the drive in from the airport, you are ready to write a column; after a month, you feel the stirrings of an idea-book; but after a year, you struggle to write anything at all, because you’ve finally discovered just how much you don’t know.

My one guilty pleasure is, every airport, I will drop everything to get an airport massage at those kiosks.

I think my level of fame will drop back down. I think it’ll recede. In fact, I know it will. That’s life on Planet Earth. And I’m okay with that. Besides getting tables at restaurants and special treatment at the airport, what else is there?

I always eat a meal at home before I leave for the airport, so I only eat the soup and salad on the plane.

Refugees tend to avoid planes, airports and fake passports, even though flying may appear to be the most obvious way to flee. For one thing, security procedures at airports are far stricter than at land borders.

I photographed with film for many years; now that I work in digital, the difference is enormous. The quality is unbelievable: I don’t use flash, and with digital I can even work in very bad light. Also, it’s a relief not to lose photographs to x-ray machines in airports.

I used to be able to pick out the UFC fans when I was in the airport. Now, it could be anybody.

My reading life is like an airport where a bunch of planes circle in a holding pattern, then – boom, boom, boom – several come in for a landing.

I’ll be at the airport, and people will say, ‘Mantis!’ and I’m like, ‘Wait! How do you know I’m here?’ It’s just crazy.

I don’t get the romance of airports. Families crying while waving off a member destined for far -off shores to make a livelihood. The euphoric reuniting of couples as they run into each others arms at arrivals, while I am forced to watch on a reluctant interloper.

Although it’s not something I’m particularly proud of, I’m willing to admit that, in addition to whiling away the long stretches of time in the air and waiting in airport lounges reading the ‘New Yorker’ and ‘New York Times’ on my Kindle, I’ve picked up the occasional tabloid magazine.

Try to know where the best ice cream is in any given airport terminal.

My parents were still living with my grandparents, on my dad’s side, when I was born, but when I was three, we moved to our own house near Luton airport. It was a typical street where the kids all played outside.

Free trade creates jobs and prosperity in the Netherlands at the port of Rotterdam or the airport at Schiphol.

I’ve gone on Twitter, and I’ve seen a picture of me walking through the airport, or some random picture, and the person’s like, ‘Oh my God. I just saw Chilli.’ They just take a picture, and it lets people know where you are. It’s just crazy to me even when people do that.

All human life can be found in an airport.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.

When people help me out, even with something like a move or a ride to the airport, I’m always thinking ‘Are you sure it’s okay? Are you sure you don’t mind?’

Every time you take a train, step into your car, walk into the shopping mall, go to the airport – every single time, something could happen. That’s how terrorism works.

The best thing about my house is that I live five minutes from the airport, and since I fly more than I drive, it saves me a lot of time.

Some bold and structural reforms have been initiated such as easing on limits on foreign direct investment in defence manufacturing, privatisation of six more airports and allowing private sector in commercial coal mining, which will open up investment in these sectors.

Anything that keeps you happy and writing is part of my writing ritual: I like music, so I tend to have it playing in the background. But if I’m interested, I can write in an airport waiting areas.

I always like to arrive at the airport early to enjoy breakfast and lounge about so that when I get on the plane all my travel fever has disappeared.

There are those airports which make you feel better, and there are those airports that, when you go there, your heart sinks: you can’t wait to get out of there. They both function as airports, but it’s the things that you can’t measure that make them different.

You come to Washington, there’s a rail bill, there’s a highway bill, there’s a aviation bill. But when you go home, there’s an airport, there’s a highway, there’s a rail, there’s transit. It all has to work together.

When we were scared about 9/11, we federalized the airport security, we spent millions for body armor for dogs in Ohio. All that over-reaction comes from fear and government – bad combination.

When checking in at an airport, no matter how rude the check-in person is to you, always smile and be nice because you don’t know what kind of day they’ve had. You are going on holiday and they’re stuck wherever they are. Be nice to them because they can re-route your baggage to wherever they feel like.

We promote new fossil fuel infrastructure, from airport expansion and coal mines in the U.K. to oil pipelines in the U.S. Investments are meant to build and secure our shared future – but all these fossil fuel investments are directly fuelling the climate crisis that threatens to undermine that future.

I’m one of those people at the airport holding a pillow like a little kid.

At my wedding, I was dancing so furiously that I fell hard on my kneecaps. The next morning, my knees were so swollen that I had to get a wheelchair at the airport to go on my honeymoon.

I don’t like to have a calm, orderly, quiet place to work. I often compose while driving, compose in my head. It is true that I wrote my little book, ‘The Sounds of Poetry, A Brief Guide,’ almost entirely in airplanes and airport departure lounges.

A lot of people think I’m a chick. It happens the most at airports. The flight attendants will always say, ‘Have a nice flight, Ms. Borns.’ It must be the hair.

It is an open secret that customs officers pay millions in bribes to secure the lucrative posting in the airport, cargo terminals or ports.

I’ve been called Hasheem Thabeet more times than I can remember going through an airport.

There’s parts of touring I like. I like the actual performance part, but the bit when you’re in the airport waiting at the carousel for your bags to come around, I don’t like that a bit.

Our roads, bridges, airports, railways, and river ports are our outlets to expand Missouri business, generate future growth, and expand to new emerging markets across the globe.

Most of the time, I am quite familiar with the airports from which and to which I am traveling, and I know what I can eat there. If there is any doubt, I make sure I have something in my bag. A must-have for me is pre-measured protein powder in small Ziploc bags along with a shaker cup.

Any society that could come here could pick up the lights from New York. What should we do about that? Should we darken New York from now until the last human expires? Would we want to turn off all the radars at JFK airport?

Sometimes, of course, there’s no quick way to make it through immigration: Different airports have gluts of incoming flights at different times of day, and short of rearranging your flight schedule to ensure you’ll land at a low-traffic hour, there’s nothing you can do.

I don’t need the water to be inspired. My stories inspire me, not the location of where I’m parked. And good thing, since I’ve had to finish books in airports, in the RV we used to have, the lake house, while on vacation, at home, in the kitchen when my office PC was on the fritz.

I’ve never played in Vegas. I’ve only been to the airport, but even the airport was exciting. Just flying in, looking out the window, you feel the pull of it, like it’s some evil force pulling you in, like Mordor.

Traveling is irritating to me, but not driving. Going to the airport makes me nervous, but when I set out to just take a leisurely drive, it’s blue skies and puffy clouds and time.

Other countries, such as Israel, successfully employ behavior detection techniques at their airports, but the bloated, ineffective bureaucracy of TSA has produced another security failure for U.S. transportation systems.

If there is a new airport in Mumbai, I would feel proud about it, and I equally feel angry when I see potholes.

I don’t know how others think about me, but if I have to walk the streets, I will, and if I need to stand in a queue at the airport, that’s OK.

Sometimes, when you go to airport and look at the people, you see the worst looks – but the worst looks can give you more ideas than the best looks.

To tell you the truth, man, we spend most of the time travelling in hotels, in festivals, in concert halls, clubs, airports. The most unenjoyable part is all the security at airports.