Quotes About Breath

They fell into the stars in a rush of air and ether. They breathed each other's breath. They had never been this close. It was all velocity and dream physics—no more need to stand or lean or fly, but only fall. They were both already fallen. They would never finish falling. The universe was endless, and love had its own logic. Their bodies curved together, pressed, and found their perfect fit.

Hielo y desenlace. El instante se congeló, imposible. Inimaginable. Real. Todo el ser se puede transformar en un grito, tan rápido como si fuera a lomos del filo de un cuchillo arrojado al aire. A Karou le sucedió. En aquel instante no era músculo y sangre, sino únicamente aire apresurándose para formar un grito que podría haber sido infinito.

Madrigal: El amor es un lujo. Akiva: No. El amor es un elemento. Un elemento. Como el aire que se respira, o el suelo que se pisa

It was like stepping into the pages of a book - a book alive with colour and fragrance, filth and chaos - and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

Fate took a bow, so neat it all was, but still it stole their breath away to hear Scarab, queen of the Stelians and keeper of the Cataclysm, say, with a fervor that sent tremors up every last spine, including her own: "There will be godstars. And they will be us.

We might be at odds, hate each other, and desire each other's destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.

Just as a white summer cloud, in harmony with heaven and earth freely floats in the blue sky from horizon to horizon following the breath of the atmosphere – in the same way the pilgrim abandons himself to the breath of the greater life that… leads him beyond the farthest horizons to an aim which is already present within him, though yet hidden from his sight.

Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation.

I think you ought to let me take poor Tessa into town to get some new clothes. Otherwise, the first time she takes a deep breath, that dress will fall right off her." Will looked interested. "I think she should try that out now and see what happens.

The way Magnus' breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he'd said his father's name.

Emma had always thought of grief as a claw. The claw of a massive monster you couldn't see, that reached down out of the sky and seized hold of you, punching out your breath, leaving only a pain you couldn't wriggle away from or avoid. You just had to endure it for as long as the claw had you in its grasp.

You don't draw, and I don't breathe. Not so much like last year

Music is a lady that I still love because she gives me the air that I breathe. We need all sorts of nourishment. And music satisfies and nourishes the hunger within ourselves for connection and harmony.

Hunter's name drifted to him on the wind, the call barely discernible yet shrill, like the whisper of a lost soul searching for solace. He reined his stallion to a halt, bracing himself against the sound, teeth clenched, eyes closed, his trapped breath searing his throat. Hunter. His woman still called for him.

YOU WERE HERE says the silvery green light of time breathing in and out like any mortal

she took a breath that didn't feel like she was going to die.

The closer you get to heaven, the less air there is, because when you get to heaven for real, you don't need to breathe anymore.

pretend that the world could not—would not—strike with no notice, offering up a loss that could take a person's breath away. Of course it can, she thought, and you know it better than just about anybody. We only pretend it can't, a minute or two at a time, to help us get up and out of the house in the morning.

Just on the inside, though," Seth said. "Like in my chest. Like I breathe air into my chest, and there's more space in my lungs than before. But not my lungs really. I just feel like there's more room inside me than there used to be.

They made you miss one breath, no matter how many times you'd seen them. He didn't speak.

He feels a seizing in his chest, a familiar searing pain. He tries to breathe around it, but it's too big. It radiates along his left arm, folds him in half, like he's a piece of trash too big for disposal.

In Yaichka [?????], they say a child draws her first breath through her ears, her second through her eyes, and her third through her mouth. . . . The first breath is for the mother, the second breath is for God, and the third breath is for the father. The breath through the mouth brings the most pleasure, and we forget immediately that we ever knew how to breathe any other way.

Try your breath on the bones of everything that has them, remember the best songs and figure out how to write them down so when somebody's blowing on your bones, the songs keep on.

Thou mastering me God! giver of breath and bread; World's strand, sway of the sea; Lord of living and dead; Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh, And after it almost unmade, what with dread, Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh? Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.