Quotes About Breath

He breathed deeply when he reached the sand, tasting salt in the air, feeling like the foreigner he was.

Pada akhirnya, hidup itu seperti udara. Will tak lagi memiliki keraguan akan hal tersebut. Sepertinya tidak ada cara untuk kabur atau pun melihat dari jauh, dan satu hal yang ia bisa lakukan saat itu hanyalah tetap hidup dan bernapas.

I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

Sa fi jurat ca sufletul, e si el, un animal cu plamani si nari, ca are nevoie de mult oxigen si ca se inabusa in praf si printre prea numeroase rasuflari

The higher we went the more our spirits seemed to become purged and exalted. Once again I felt the influence on the soul of pure air, easy breathing and a vast horizon. Anyone would think the soul, too, was an animal with lungs and nostrils, and that it needed oxygen, was stifled in the dust or in the midst of too much stale breath.

The body breathes by itself. The mind thinks by itself. Awareness simply observes the process without getting lost in the content.

And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.   —WORDSWORTH

She was trembling, and so was he. Like the first time, he thought. For her. For him. And just as terrifying and tremendous. The late winter sun was a white wash of light through the windows. In the silence of the house he could hear every catch of her breath. When he skimmed his fingers lightly over her, she was all soft skin and quivers. Smooth. Warm. Beautiful.

The tension was slipping away from under his fingers as he touched her, and building everywhere else. A kind of gathering inside her, a concentration of heat. The pressure in her chest was so sudden and strong it made her breath short. The muscles in her stomach began to twist, tighten. Ache. "My face doesn't have anything to do with what I am." "Maybe not, but that doesn't take away the pure pleasure of looking at it.

the fee would already be deposited. The mark would be out just under forty American dollars. Really, a small price for a lesson learned. He spoke briefly with the supervisor, made a note of the day's take, then strode for the door. He enjoyed, too, the communal breath of relief behind him as he stepped out the door.

The air scored his throat on each breath like crushed glass.

As calmly as she could, she turned away from the cop who was interviewing her and walked toward him. He grabbed her fast enough, hard enough to knock the breath out of her. Nothing had ever felt so safe. I was hoping you'd come. I was really hoping. Did you get banged up any?

need for air and water, necessary for survival.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

Right now, me getting killed would be redundant. ... You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late. ... Right now, getting killed would be a breath of spring.

You melt and swell at that moment. For that moment, nothing matters. Look up at the stars and you're gone. Not your luggage. Nothing matters. Not your bad breath. The windows are dark outside and the horns are blaring around you. The headlights are flashing high and low and high in your face, and you will never have to go to work again.

El oxígeno te coloca.

For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone. Not your luggage. Nothing matters. Not your bad breath.

Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breast.

Její hlas mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její ústa mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›jí myslet na její dech mÄ› pÃ…â"¢imÄ›je myslet na její prsy.

A cigarette, a sip, a question; breathing, drinking, and asking, she demonstrates all the basic applications for the human mouth.

ALL NIGHT LONG, your thoughts are on the air. Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is the insomnia. Try to relax a little more with every breath out, but your heart's still racing and your thoughts tornado in your head. Nothing works. Not guided meditation.

Deseaba respirar humo.

And oh, could he smell them. It wasn't just the stench of body sweat. It was the rancid odor of human meat. With every breath they gave it off. Blood under their tongue. Long pork between their teeth. Eau de cannibal.