Quotes About Breath

For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all?

O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days?

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Hark, how hard he fetches breath.

How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

My love to love is love but to disgrace it, For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breath What thou hast said to me.

O my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone!

I know not love' quoth he, 'nor will not know it, Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it. 'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it. My love to love is love but to disgrace it; For I have heard it is a life in death, That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath.

didn't know why I was holding my breath because I knew that the old saying of how you could hold your breath and nothing would sting you was pure hogwash. I had tried that before and it hadn't worked at all. Rowdy would have absolutely nothing to do with anything that

You think you have won, but you haven't. Although I can't get the coon, neither can you live, because I have cut off your breath of life.

Ross took a deep breath of the air, which was heavy with the smell of sea. He fancied he could hear the waves breaking.

Mi ci vorrebbe un po' più di gentilezza ora che respiro ancora, ecco cosa.»

O sofrimento (capítulo três) não insulta o corpo. A morte chega com o sono. E vais sonhar que nem é preciso respirar, que o silêncio sem ar não é uma música má, pequeno como uma fagulha, a um toque te apagarás.

E sognerai che non occorre affatto respirare che il silenzio senza respiro è una musica passabile, sei piccolo come una scintilla e ti spegni al ritmo di quella.

Human love…it is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

Look north. Achilles on the rampart by the ditch: He lifts his face to 90; draws his breath; And from the bottom of his heart emits So long and loud and terrible a scream, The icy scabs at either end of earth Winced in their sleep; and in the heads that fought It seemed as if, and through his voice alone, The whole world's woe could be abandoned to the sky. An in that instant all the fighting glassed.

for no one alive is innocent. Everyone is involved in accumulating points and surviving. Thus, every act of survival is an act of destruction. Every breath destroys universes. We are all murderers.

Dan had discovered that he had been mistaken, that books did not exist outside of the body and only in mind, but that words were breath, that they were experienced and understood through the inseparability of mind and body, that words were the water and reading was swimming. Just as he had in water, he could lose himself in reading: mind and body became one.

The great mass of breath is the wind, yet there are times when the wind does not move. When it does move, a myriad of orifices and appendages are aroused to make sounds. Have you never listened to the sound of the wind in the cavities, mountains and among the branches of trees? The wind blows in a thousand different ways, but each sound is produced in its own way. What is it that excites all this, and makes each way be itself, and all these things be self-produced?

According to the Hebrew understanding of the human being, we are more than just a body. We are also a soul and spirit. The "spirit" of a person can be considered the breath of life, while the soul is the eternal part of us. If our body is our computer hardware, then the soul is our software, and the spirit is the electricity that gives the whole thing life.