Quotes About Breath

We aren't angels. Angels couldn't breathe the air down here. They'd die.

She comes to life with a soft exhausted sound, like someone saved from drowning.

Mrs. Norris hitched a breath and went on again.

Close your eyes after having read this chapter to this point, and try to sense within yourself the source of power from which your own breathing and life forces come.

hands behind his head. He took another deep breath. The whore

A mist still lay all about the walls and floors, hovering like a last breath on the lips of all the sleepers. As he walked through the castle, he marveled at how many lay asleep: the good people, the not-so-good, the young people and the not-so-young, and not one of them stirring. Not one.

Now you must close your eyes. Yes, that is it. Selinda, you, too. Good. Good. Bring in the dark that I may teach you to breathe. For it is breath that is behind words. And words that are the shapers of knowledge. And knowledge that is the base of understanding. And understanding, the link between sister and sister." And

And in an instant I was pinned beneath him, which was not an entirely unpleasant experience once I realized it was Ranger. We were groin to groin, chest to chest, with his hands locked around my wrists. A moment passed while we did nothing but breathe.

In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?

It felt so good to be high. I felt the lid of the pencil-gray sky lift and I could breathe, I didn't dread the rest of the afternoon now.

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.

A lot of people have a cough that doesn't go away, or go up and down stairs and get shortness of breath, and they don't think about COPD. They could have a problem, though, and catching it in the beginning stages is crucial.

Total relaxation is the secret to enjoying sitting meditation. I sit with my spine upright, but not rigid; and I relax all the muscles in my body.

I work in waves, because I'm impatient. Because of a certain physicality, of lack of breath from standing. It has to be done and I do take liberties I wouldn't have taken before.

My art would be that of living: each moment, each breath is a work inscribed nowhere.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

I work between my heartbeat. I have one-and-a-half seconds to actually move. And at the same time I have to watch I don't inhale my own work.

There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.

Breathing in, I am aware of my heart. Breathing out, I smile to my heart and know that my heart still functions normally. I feel grateful for my heart.

When something is moving you get that intake of breath and that stillness from the audience.

South Floridians, we can relate to storms where you just brace and hold your breath and even when you're holding your breath you know the worst is coming.

We love each other, saying that as if our love were something in us, or between us. No: Around us, breathing our two names in and out of its vast mysterious lungs— around us like a forest at night, a planetary atmosphere known only one small breath at a time, fruit at whose center little seeds sleep, thinking they know. from "He Glimpses the Breadth of Love

Ike Osteen's life spans the flu epidemic of 1918, the worst depression in American history, and a world war that ripped apart the globe. Nothing compares to the black dusters of the 1930s, he says, a time when the simplest thing in life—taking a breath—was a threat. Up

Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it.