Quotes About Breath

The overall effect made Vos like a falcon poised in that exquisite instant between free fall and flight, and for a moment he couldn't breath.

We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love, he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick.

What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean? He kept his head on her breasts. What? You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it? It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English. He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart. I want to know. It didn't sound silly when you said it. It sounded...beautiful. It made me feel beautiful. And loved. He kissed her breast. I called you my heart. And you are.

Julian made another effort to breathe. Air. It was all around him, yet he couldn't seem to drag enough into his lungs. He took her hand in his and carried it to the warmth of his mouth. 'We will need to find a safe subject, cara mia, or I will not make it through these next few minutes.

You are my world, ma petite , my very existence. You are what makes living bearable.You are my light,the very air I breathe. His mouth brushed her pulse,her earlobe. You are not meant to walk in death.You never were. She swung around,her blue eyes darkening to deep violet. If you walk in death,Gregori,then that is where you will find me. Right beside you.I belong where you are.I am your lifemate. There is no other. I am your lifemate.

Come on, ghost man. You want this. You want to live. I know you do. Breathe for me. Take a breath.

Savannah must remain his. He drew a last breath, taking her scent into his body and holding it there as his heart ceased to beat.

Vittorio's breath left his lungs in a long rush of shock. Something tight in his chest loosened. Someplace vulnerable. Someplace guarded and protected. He pressed his hand tightly over the spot, feeling as if that voice had been a key, fitting perfectly into the lock and turning it before he had a chance to react

Patience is the warrior's true weapon - a thousand patient breaths bring victory.

I've been so alone, apart from life, not really knowing why i was so empty. You've filled all those empty places, cara mia. I sleep with you in my arms and have no nightmares. I open my eyes and look forward to each hour, to hear your laughter, to watch you move through my home. Your smile takes my breath away.

She took a breath, braced herself and turned slightly to look at Jonas. Florentine gold looked back at her. The air left her lungs in a rush of heat. Those eyes held intelligence. A predatory, very focused stare. They devoured her hungrily. Almost possessively. "He paired us. Whitney. He paired us." His voice was a blend of smoke and the wild of the forest. "Even if he hadn't, I would still think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Francesca took a deep breath. Inhaled Stefano. She feared once Barry entered the room she wouldn't be able to breathe properly. She didn't want to take the chance of drawing him into her lungs. He was in her nightmares; he didn't get anything else from her.

He leaned into her, his mouth against her ear. Breathe for me, Mariko. Just breathe.

The taste of terror was in his mouth. The horrifying emotion beat at his heart, and invaded his lungs so that his breath was trapped there. You are all right. Take a breath. He could barely get the words out. Marguarita shook her head, never taking her gaze from his I am not afraid of you, Zacarias. I fear letting you down, but never that you will harm me. Her eyes never wavered, locked on his, forcing the truth into his mind. He feared losing her. He feared turning vampire. He - feared.

His breath hitched. His lungs seized. She was the last thing he'd expected to happen because...frankly...a woman like her was so rare. He didn't know how to feel about it, but suddenly there was nothing else more important, not even Ferraro family business.

The moment she was close, he found he took her in with every breath he drew. The more he breathed, the more he was aware of her. Every cell in his body seemed focused on her. He knew when she took a breath. When she let it out. He breathed with her. In. Out. Together. As if they were already exchanging breath.

She expelled her breath and he breathed in his name. Soft.

This woman mattered in some undefined way he didn't fully understand. He wanted to stay in her company. His body wanted her with every breath he drew. His leopard wanted to stay close to her.

He breathed away all the anger, all emotions, cloaking himself with Grace and everything in him settled, once more allowing complete control.

He forced air through his lungs and with it, brought in the scent of Amaryllis. The moment he took her in, his world changed. Lightened. She could do that, without doing more than existing.

Who are you? The woman was calmer now, determined to stay in control now that an outside source was working with her. Raven took a breath, let it out. What was the most reassuring way to answer? Raven Whitney would hardly inspire confidence.

The ageing process,' said Bryant, pausing at the top of the stairs. 'It's killing me. Hang on a minute, I have to get my breath back. You know the things I hate most about getting old? Kneeling down and wondering if I'll ever get back up again. Never leaving the house without having to pee first. Old people tell me about their illnesses and assume I care. Your lungs turn into deflated balloons, your feet hurt all the time. Look at me—I look like a bald bat.

Even a mentally challenged shark would figure out that sea turtles did not wear boxer shorts printed in flying piggies, and no sea turtle would be yattering streams of obscenities between chain-smoker gasps of breath.

Take a moment to catch your breath and revel in your rhetorical mastery and achievement.