Quotes About Breath

I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.

I give it (grandfather's watch) to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.

Something among dusty shelves of ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, desiccating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done

Nothing matters but breath, breathing, to know and to be alive.

He began to breathe deep. He could feel himself breathing deep, as if each time his insides were afraid that next breath they would not be able to give far enough and that something terrible would happen, and that all the time he could look down at himself breathing, at his chest, and see no movement at all, like when dynamite first begins, gathers itself for the now Now NOW, the shape of the outside of the stick does not change

She looked like a librarian. Something among dusty shelves of ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, desiccating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it.

Te lo doy, no para que recuerdes el tiempo, sino para que consigas olvidarlo de vez en cuando durante un momento y no malgastes todo tu aliento intentando conquistarlo. Porque ninguna batalla se ganas jamás, como él decía Ni tan siquiera se libra. Sólo el campo de batalla revela al hombre su propia locura y desesperación, y la victoria es ilusión de filósofos e idiotas.

Koridorun sonuna dönüyorum, f?s?lt? taburlar? gibi sessizlikte kaybolan ayaklar? uyand?ra uyand?ra benzine doÄŸru, saat karanl?k masan?n üstünde öfkeli yalan?n? söylemekte. Sonra perdeler karanl?ktan yüzüme doÄŸru üflüyorlar, soluklar?n? yüzüme b?rak?yorlar. Çeyrek var daha.

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Te lo doy, no para que recuerdes el tiempo, sino para que consigas olvidarlo de vez en cuando durante un momento y no malgastes todo tu aliento intentando conquistarlo. Porque ninguna batalla se gana jamás, como él decía. Ni tan siquiera se libra. Sólo el campo de batalla revela al hombre su propia locura y desesperación, y la victoria es ilusión de filósofos e idiotas.

The room was filled with smoke, dry worn-out smoke retaining in it like a web the insectile cadavers of dry husks of words which had been spoken and should be gone, the breaths exhaled not to be breathed again. But the words went on, and in those brief interruptions between cigarettes the exhalations were rebreathed.

Her quickened breath was the very affirmation of life.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

We breathe love in and we breathe love out. It's the essence of our existence, the very air of our souls.

The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath-the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man. The air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

They looked like people-shaped clay in the moments before God breathed out.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

That woman's going to be the death of you!" Dhai Ma wailed. "She's wearing you down to skin and bone." But this was not true. The sorceress had taught me a yogic breath that filled me with energy so that I needed no other sustenance.

The practice of connecting the tongue to the palate and the practice of holding the breath before inhalation will recharge the body. These simple techniques will energize and rapidly recharge their body. Empty retention must become part of their breathing pattern.