Quotes About Breath

Each peaceful breath is a petal opening on the bud of humanity, a bloom on the flower of life.

Earth and Soul breathe poetry alike.

somebody chokes, it's always on a hunk of steak.

I shut my eyes and feel the memories crowding in again. My breath leaks out and time goes backward with it.

When you die, there's that much less breath to the world, and across continents someone supposedly separate gasps for air. When Marie, Joseph, peter, Moxi, Oscar, when I weep for you, don't forget I weep as well for me.

The magickian causes breath to enter the word. Written words are like dry bones. But with the shaking (vibration) of the wind (respiration) the bones shall live. The sophisticated manipulation of air molecules, in accordance with the alchemical instructions for the pronunciation of the God's 'Name' (usually only transmitted orally from teacher to student) thereby makes manifest, it brings to life, the Divine Being, the one who seemed to have died, before the one who intoned the Name.

Oni oduzimaju dah jedno drugome" bilo bi najpribližnije, ali pošto njega ve? znamo, a nju ne o?ekujemo ovde, ne?emo sa time oti?i daleko. Oni se dobro znaju, to je jasno. Ono što niko ne može da vidi jesu krila koja on crta iza nje, krila an?ela koga nikada ne?e zboraviti.

She had laid the headboard down flat near the flowerbeds that bordered the house, with the side rails below it and the slats to either side in neat rows, like ribs. It was as if the bed had drawn a deep breath and then gracefully flattened itself into the grass.

The little bird in his throat had died and swelled so that he could hardly breathe.

But meditation is a life's work. You cease to sit and meditate in this life when the last breath runs out of your body on your deathbed.

We have to relate with our mental gossip and our emotions simply and directly, without philosophy. We have to use the existing material, which is ego's hang-ups and credentials and deceptions, as a starting point. Then we begin to realize that in order to do this we must actually use some kind of feeble credentials. Token credentials are necessary. Without them we cannot begin. So we practice meditation using simple techniques; the breath is our feeble credential.

You might as well come back to the breath. It is more joyful, more wholesome, and you don't have to be startled by anything.

The basis for the practice of meditation is appreciation. Every breath we take is a gift, naturally pure and good. We appreciate every pebble in the riverbed, every apple on the tree. Ordinary activities are in themselves powerful and worth appreciating.

I was taught that only about 25 percent of your concentration should be put on the breath when you're meditating. This is just a rough estimate, so please don't fixate on the percentage. The point is that in this approach, working with breath is just touching the highlights of the breathing. You don't remain completely one with it all the time.

The only thing is that Whispers had the worst breath known to man or beast. He suffered from halitosis so bad you'd think he was growing garlic in his belly. No amount of chewing gum or mints did him any good. So he was only allowed to whisper when he talked to people.

Flower is breathed in its height. (Fleur se respire - Dans sa hauteur.)

Last breath is rare, therefore expensive. However, we prefer to stay poor ... (Dernier soupir est rare, donc cher. - Pourtant, on préfère rester pauvre...)

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the passengers in.

The fact is, that there was considerable difficulty in inducing Oliver to take upon himself the office of respiration,—a troublesome practice, but one which custom has rendered necessary to our easy existence; and for some time he lay gasping on a little flock mattress, rather unequally poised between this world and the next: the balance being decidedly in favour of the latter.

There was no speaking among the string of riders. The sharp cold, the fatigue of the journey, and a new sensation of a catching in the breath, partly as if they had just emerged from very clear crisp water, and partly as if they had been sobbing, kept them silent.

Maintaining focus on the breath cannot happen through forcing, but only through allowing. In fact, it is extremely easy; our habit of making things hard is what gets in the way.

She did not believe in happy endings... not anymore. There were no endings in life except death. There was only the present moment, the passage of breath into breath, action and reaction, word after word, a story that was still being told.

[T]hat blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

True, the poisonous breath of the world destroys our illusions, but they resuscitate at once when a ray of love falls upon our benumbed hearts, as the warmth of the sun revives the poor flowers withered by the ices of winter.