Airports Quotes

“It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, 'As pretty as an airport.”
― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

“Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?”
― Erma Bombeck

“It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“The Devil himself had probably re-designed Hell in the light of the information he had gained from observing airport layouts.”
― Anthony Price, The Memory Trap

“Finding a taxi, she felt like a child pressing her nose to the window of a candy store as she watched the changing vista pass by while the twilight descended and the capital became bathed in a translucent misty lavender glow. Entering the city from that airport was truly unique. Charles de Gaulle, built nineteen miles north of the bustling metropolis, ensured that the final point of destination was veiled from the eyes of the traveller as they descended. No doubt, the officials scrupulously planned the airport’s location to prevent the incessant air traffic and roaring engines from visibly or audibly polluting the ambience of their beloved capital, and apparently, they succeeded. If one flew over during the summer months, the visitor would be visibly presented with beautifully managed quilt-like fields of alternating gold and green appearing as though they were tilled and clipped with the mathematical precision of a slide rule. The countryside was dotted with quaint villages and towns that were obviously under meticulous planning control. When the aircraft began to descend, this prevailing sense of exactitude and order made the visitor long for an aerial view of the capital city and its famous wonders, hoping they could see as many landmarks as they could before they touched ground, as was the usual case with other major international airports, but from this point of entry, one was denied a glimpse of the city below. Green fields, villages, more fields, the ground grew closer and closer, a runway appeared, a slight bump or two was felt as the craft landed, and they were surrounded by the steel and glass buildings of the airport. Slightly disappointed with this mysterious game of hide-and-seek, the voyager must continue on and collect their baggage, consoled by the reflection that they will see the metropolis as they make their way into town. For those travelling by road, the concrete motorway with its blue road signs, the underpasses and the typical traffic-logged hubbub of industrial areas were the first landmarks to greet the eye, without a doubt, it was a disheartening first impression. Then, the real introduction began. Quietly, and almost imperceptibly, the modern confusion of steel and asphalt was effaced little by little as the exquisite timelessness of Parisian heritage architecture was gradually unveiled. Popping up like mushrooms were cream sandstone edifices filigreed with curled, swirling carvings, gently sloping mansard roofs, elegant ironwork lanterns and wood doors that charmed the eye, until finally, the traveller was completely submerged in the glory of the Second Empire ala Baron Haussmann’s master plan of city design, the iconic grand mansions, tree-lined boulevards and avenues, the quaint gardens, the majestic churches with their towers and spires, the shops and cafés with their colourful awnings, all crowded and nestled together like jewels encrusted on a gold setting.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“They hit me raw, hard, real,
the words you say (and don't)
as I leave to catch my flight.

But in real life airports,
no one is chasing anyone
to ask for a longer story.

And on real life airplanes,
it is too loud for anyone
to hear anyone else cry.”
― Vironika Tugaleva

“I was hungry when I left Pyongyang. I wasn't hungry just for a bookshop that sold books that weren't about Fat Man and Little Boy. I wasn't ravenous just for a newspaper that had no pictures of F.M. and L.B. I wasn't starving just for a TV program or a piece of music or theater or cinema that wasn't cultist and hero-worshiping. I was hungry. I got off the North Korean plane in Shenyang, one of the provincial capitals of Manchuria, and the airport buffet looked like a cornucopia. I fell on the food, only to find that I couldn't do it justice, because my stomach had shrunk. And as a foreign tourist in North Korea, under the care of vigilant minders who wanted me to see only the best, I had enjoyed the finest fare available.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Love, Poverty, and War: Journeys and Essays

“There’s something magic about airports it’s like standing in a room with a thousand doors.”
― Atticus Poetry, The Truth About Magic

“I have a complicated relationship with airports. A space that once held promise, the gateway to summer vacations and adventure, now makes my heart race a little faster, beat a little harder. A seemingly random red strip of tape on the ground, a dated stamp and ink pad, a place of birth forever etched on a passport, and a somber uniformed officer determine our future, our lives.... I wonder what new family is anxiously pacing back there, sleep-deprived and confused, hoping for that stamp to hit the ink, hoping to step into a new life.”
― Naz Deravian, Bottom of the Pot: Persian Recipes and Stories

“Over the years, I have grown to love airports, despite all the travel inconveniences which are getting worse every year. I don’t know why I have this strong desire to depart; to always be somewhere else. Maybe getting displaced and being forced out of my home as a result of war has turned me into a permanent nomad? Since I left Iraq for the first time in 2005, I almost always have a plane, bus, or train ticket to go somewhere. Sometimes I think of the mothers who abandon their unwanted babies at the doors of churches and mosques. I imagine that my mother, too, had left me at the door of an airport with a plane ticket instead of a pacifier in my mouth! And since then, I have been moving everywhere and arriving nowhere. Could it be that disillusion takes place precisely at the moment we arrive at a certain destination?”
― Louis Yako

“Airports make everyone feel like passer-through, like a visitor, like an outsider, and this is comforting in its honesty because aren't we always, always just visitors, just passer-through?”
― Jonny Sun, Goodbye, Again: Essays, Reflections, and Illustrations

“Walking through an airport is the only way to be somewhere and nowhere at the same time.

[Delphine Léger]”
― Rachel Kapelke-Dale, The Ballerinas

“As anyone over the age of thirty knows, Einstein was right: time really is relative. It speeds up as we get older (though it seems to slow down in airport security no matter what your age).”
― Buzzy Jackson, Shaking the Family Tree: Blue Bloods, Black Sheep, and Other Obsessions of an Accidental Genealogist

“An airport is a place where you go through hell to reach your alleged paradise.”
― Stewart Stafford

“In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell. These rushing people are watched by people who sit in plastic seats bolted to the floor and who might just as well be bolted to the seats. So far, then, the airport and the airplane are equal, in the way that the bottom of one septic tank is equal, all in all, to the bottom of the next septic tank.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

“I sat in airport hell wondering once again why there is nothing to do in airports. Why hasn’t some enterprising genius yet realized all us bored ticket holders would adore, flock to, pay hard cash for any diversions that lasted longer than a cruise through the magazine racks or dull necktie store?”
― Jonathan Carroll, Kissing the Beehive

“Airports don’t belong to the places where they are… They are like embassies.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot

“Airports, like crowded cities, seemed a perfect contradiction to Stroud.
People escaping, people returning, the swollen hearts of tearful separations and long-awaited reunions, emotions exaggerated inside an endless wave of anonymity: at both the crossroads of humanity and yet somehow the loneliest places on earth.”
― R. J. Ellory

“Airports were closed for days after hurricane Ian.”
― Steven Magee

“The world can be optimistic and anticipate the launch of newer shapes
of aircraft in the future, with better capacity and integrated techniques
meeting customer needs through enhanced inflight services. Overall
increased flexibility, cybersecurity, and growth in budgeted airlines to
encourage air travel, upgraded predictive technology, and the allied are
some of the things that can be expected a decade from now.
Withal the future of airports would be much reflected in the expansive
use of AI (Artificial Intelligence) and the decade ahead would be
brighter with enhanced and swift connectivity on one hand and
upgraded facilities at airports and within aircraft on the other.”
― Henrietta Newton Martin, Author-Airports and Airlines Management-Students Ed

“Disparities in the performance of different airports and airlines are
inevitable. However, bridging the gap model must be introduced and is
advisable to be strategized.”
― Henrietta Newton Martin, Author-Airports and Airlines Management-Students Ed

“In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon
The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights
Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going
And there’s no way back to where we’ve been.”
― Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

“Christmas 2022 was a time where stranded air travelers were living at airports and checked bags were going missing in large numbers!”
― Steven Magee

“The airline disaster of Christmas 2022 reminded me to never check a bag when traveling.”
― Steven Magee

“I am keeping an open mind to the possibility that police officers may be abducting and killing lone travelers from airports.”
― Steven Magee

“I think there is a high probability that police officers all over the world are disappearing lone travelers out of airports.”
― Steven Magee

“Traveling through airports with white powders may get you flagged by TSA as a potential drugs dealer!”
― Steven Magee

“बहन को हवाई अड्डे बुरे लगते थे इसलिए बार बार वो खुद को हवाई अड्डों में ही पाती । वहाँ उसे लगता वो कीड़े के बराबर का कीड़ा है, किसी ज़बरदस्त प्रयोगशाला में बंद। नकली बत्तियाँ, नकली गर्मियाँ, नकली धींगाधांगी जहाँ है। उसी की तरह के कीड़े हर दिशा में भरे हुए हैं, सब बेहद व्यस्त और बदहवास, निकास का रास्ता ढूँढने को चारों ओर भागते हुए। सब को चकाचक पहनावा पहनाया है और सब को एक जैसी पहियों वाली अटैचियों से अटका दिया है, जो उन्हें खींचती ले चल रही हैं। और इस जगर-मगर रौशनी में उनकी हर ज़रा सी हरकत पे नज़र है, कैमरे में क़ैद हो रहे सबके ब्योरे हैं।”
― Geetanjali Shree, Tomb of Sand

“It only took one flight with a budget airline to discover how horrible their airline was!”
― Steven Magee

“When one spends a long time alone in the Frankfurt airport, one goes crazy at receiving even the tiniest crumbs of affection.”
― Enrique Vila-Matas, Kassel no invita a la lógica