Quotes About Breath

Hour after hour we sit here and just come back to the present moment as much as we can, acknowledge what's going on in our minds, come back to the present moment as much as we can, acknowledge what's going on in our minds, follow the out-breath, label our thoughts "thinking," come back to the present moment, acknowledge what's going on in our minds.

To the seeker after pearls, silence is a speaking argument, for no breath comes forth from the diver of the sea.

Take a step, breathe in the world, give it out again in story, poem, song, art.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.

Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.

Creating is like the oxygen in my air.

Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

Sometimes he felt her watching him in return. Studying him. Once he heard her breathing stop, then start then stop again. 'What is it?' he asked, and she frowned a little. I'm trying to breathe with you.

It's the darkness when a light is quenched, the silence when a sound fades. It takes the final breath from the smallest insect and the mightiest king. It knows us all, stalks us all, and in the end claims us all.

face as the old man tensed again while the plane bumped along. "George, it's all right. Just a little turbulence." He took a deep breath and finally eyed her squarely. "I'm on a couple of boards of companies headquartered in New York. Have to go up twice a year." Sidney glanced back at her documents, suddenly remembering something. She frowned. There was a mistake on the fourth page. That would need to be corrected when she got into

He drew in her scent. Her breath smelled of

How do you react with your body, breath, and eyes? Notice if you react to a person or situation that hurts you by withdrawing, hiding, or closing in on yourself. Notice if there are times when you find it difficult to look into someone's eyes, or times your chest and solar plexus become tense and contracted. These are signs of an unskillful reaction to hurt.

Only when the front of your body is relaxed and opened, your breath full and deep, and your gaze unguarded and directly connected with another person's eyes, can your fullest intelligence manifest spontaneously in the situation.

She already knows she can take care of herself just fine. Now, she takes care as love's all. She loves love, and she loves opening as love's bright and powerful grace. Breath by breath, she gives her body to be possessed by love, moved by love, lived by love, fiercely alive and without shame—in every moment taking all into heart, deeply, and opening as love's all, shining as love's every color, dancing as love's every texture, whether or not she is with her lover.

Centuries pass when nothing happens, and then in a few short years events of such tremendous importance take place that the world is never the same again. I think that if I had my choice, I'd prefer one of those quiet centuries, Garion said glumly. Oh, no, Silk said, his lips drawing back in a ferretlike grin. Now's the time to be alive—to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure.

For as sure as the Lip of Truth hath told us, that there is but One that is good, so sure is it, that not a Spark of Goodness, nor a Breath of Piety, can be in any Creature, either in Heaven, or on Earth, but by that Divine Spirit, which is the Breath of God, breathed from himself into the Creature.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!

If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.