Quotes About Breath

Yoga does not start or end on your mat, but is present in every breath you take.

As long as we still draw breath, we each have the power to bring change into the world.

Open your eyes and breathe deeply. Wisdom is in the air.

I haven't always been into fitness. But I noticed that when I'd be on stage playing a show, I could hardly make it through the fifth song without having to take a breather.

I frequently find after a rehearsal of a performance that I have more breath, and can walk better and climb stairs better than I could before. It's as if I've expanded my lungs doing it. Basically speaking, conducting is quite a healthy profession.

Weight-gain brings with it a number of health issues, but at some point you just realise that you want to live longer, eat healthier. You don't want to be out of breath when you climb a flight of stairs.

You go to the gym to make sure you have the stamina to breathe in the corsets.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

The man was high yellow In public, afraid of himself, pretending his music Was material when in fact, it was the opposite: Like a breath that comes so quickly you know You're breathing ether: either atmospheric And anonymous as the air against a window, Or indefinite & mute as a curtain of wind.

Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.

Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul.

Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place.

Have some fun with silence. Grow still and become aware of the sounds around you. Listen to your breathing; see if you can hear your own heartbeat. Now try to grow even quieter. Become your breath and your heartbeat. Hear the sounds around you begin to fade, and see if you can move even deeper into the silence afterwards.

And still the storm approaches. And there's nothing I can do. So I wait and watch and feel his breath against my face, cool and brave. His salt licks my skin, his promise brushes my hair. His fury drives the wind to touch my cheek and whisper something I can't hear. I think he loves me. I think he comes to see me. I am young. I will learn

Breath is God's gift. Life is our reward. The rest is up to us.

Nothing would give up life:Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy.

Smoke By Théophile Gautier Translated by Norman R. Shapiro Over there, trees are sheltering A hunchedback hut... A slum, no more... Roof askew, walls and wainscoting Falling away... Moss hides the door. Only one shutter, hanging... But Seeping over the windowsill, Like frosted breath, proof that this hut, This slum, is living, breathing still. Corkscrew of smoke... A wisp of blue Escapes the hovel, whose soul it is... Rises to God himself, and who Receives the news and makes it his.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment I know this is the only moment.

A failure to pray was tantamount to a failure to breathe.

But this name of 'Holy Ghost' [*It should be borne in mind that the word "ghost" is the old English equivalent for the Latin "spiritus," whether in the sense of "breath" or "blast," or in the sense of "spirit," as an immaterial substance.

There was silence deep as death,And the boldest held his breath,For a time.