Quotes About Breath

An athlete learns how to hold her breath, but that doesn't work in singing. You have to learn to relax.

To sing in a lower key is harder work. You have to use your diaphragm more.

That's what nature meant us to do, breathe deep when we are stressed.

When you're feeling stressed, your breath becomes more rapid and shallow. Take some slow, deep breaths, which will reduce your stress level almost immediately.

Our breath gets shallow and ineffective when we are in a stressed state. I advocate stopping whatever you're doing for a couple of minutes five times a day, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.

Most people know that forests are the lungs of our planet, literally playing a critical role in every breath we take. And that they're also home to incredible animals like the orangutan and elephant, which will go extinct if we keep cutting down their forests.

Singing is just doing interesting things to the air. Elongating it and twisting it into shapes.

Anywhere at all in the universe, but I choose to be here with this growler scowler. And good ain't the key. It's just that I'm available to any and every adventure of the human breath.

FOR, IN THE FINAL ANALYSIS, our most basic common link IS THAT WE ALL INHABIT this small planet. WE ALL BREATHE THE SAME AIR. We all cherish our children's future. AND WE ARE ALL MORTAL. —John F. Kennedy

Childhood is dark and it's always moaning like a little animal that's locked in a cellar and forgotten. It comes out of your throat like your breath in the cold, and sometimes it's too little, other times too big. It never fits exactly. It's only when it has been cast off that you can look at it calmly and talk about it like an illness you've survived.

She longed for the hour when she could relax and release the breath she seemed to have been holding for years. She

IceWing!" he yelped, flailing over backward. Tsunami leaped to her feet, teeth bared. "Look out! It's — oh." Starflight took a deep breath as Glory's scales shifted back to brown and gray. "Glory! Why would you do that to me?" "Because it's hilarious," she

He never had smoke rising from his nostrils the way the dragons flying overhead did. He never sneezed out bursts of flame (although he did sneeze quite a lot for a while after his time in the river). He never even breathed heat, not even on the coldest nights when they both really needed it.

She lifted her head, breathing in the wild sea air.

I hatched on an island of smoke and fire, under a volcano that breathed death all day and hid the stars and the three moons at night.

Daffodil says it's weird that he has a big shiny treasure but I never get to see it. Daffodil says maybe it doesn't exist at all or maybe he lost it or something. Daffodil says I should hold my breath until you let me see it, but I practiced and it gave me a super big headache so I'mma not do that." "Daffodil has so many helpful thoughts," her mother observed.

Description: thick, armored brown scales, sometimes with amber and gold underscales; large, flat heads with nostrils on top of the snout Abilities: can breathe fire (if warm enough), hold their breath for up to an hour, blend into large mud puddles; usually very strong Queen: Queen Moorhen Alliances: currently allied with Burn and the SkyWings in the great war

The wind blew the dust along the ground into his mouth as he sang.

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

Outside, as she passed the kitchen window, she watched her breath appear before her in the lamplight and then it died away in moist clouds. This was the smoke of her internal fire and her soul. Every breath was a letter to the world. These she mailed into the cold air leaning back with pursed lips to send it upward.

every movement needs to pause at times

You come back to that breath over and over, through boredom, edginess, fear, and well-being. This perseverance and repetition—when done with honesty, a light touch, humor, and kindness—is its own reward.

In sitting meditation, our practice is to watch our thoughts arise, label them thinking, and return to the breath.