Quotes About Breath

Oh yeah,Call said under his breath. I'm the crazy one. Nothing to worry about at the ole Magisterium. Evil pony school, here we come. Pg. 58

Surely there is nothing more wretched than a man, of all the things which breathe and move upon the earth.

Sometimes you get a glimpse of a semicolon coming, a few lines farther on, and it is like climbing a steep path through woods and seeing a wooden bench just at a bend in the road ahead, a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath.

Before I had a name I existed in the world as breath as the wind as a star. For a moment if I could be the breath & the wind & the nameless star I'd meet the sky that holds them as it holds me, & I'd say joyfully, namaste.

Literature endures like the universal spirit, And its breath becomes a part of the vitals of all men.

It feels like you can't breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you'll never stop crying, but you actually will.

only difference between fear and excitement is the exhalation?

Do you know the only difference between fear and excitement is the exhalation?

Do you know the only difference between fear and excitement is the exhalation? When you're afraid, you hold the air in the top part of your lungs. You need to exhale. Like this. Ahhhh. Like that sound people make after a firework explodes.

In my headlamp the dogs looked like ghosts, glistening with frost and half obscured in a cloud of their own frozen breaths. The clinking of the hardware on the collars and harnesses made music in the quite of the night.

I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.

His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.

It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow

The smoke of his breath drifts past my ear up toward the stars.

Reading wasn't my religion – it was my oxygen.

take a deep breath. Keep your body fully in the present and your mind in the recent future. Don't let the past get in your way.

Libby can hear the whisper of every moment that this room has existed. Feel every breath of every person who has ever sat where she is sitting.

Living here on Earth, we breathe the rhythms of a universe that extends infinitely above us. When resonant harmonies arise between this vast outer cosmos and the inner human cosmos, poetry is born.

The basic line in any good verse is cadenced... building it around the natural breath structures of speech.

No," Hood said. He leaned over me to the desk and the odor of unwashed detective overlaid with cheap cologne almost made me gag. Hood scooped up the photos and straightened as he stuffed them back into the envelope. With Hood a few feet away from me once more, I managed to breathe again, and since my curiosity was coming to a boil, I used the breath for something practical. "They're all very nice pictures," I said. "But so what?

I watched it go, and as its taillights disappeared around the corner I suddenly remembered how to breathe. I took advantage of this rediscovered knowledge, and it felt very good.

So I finished my coffee, stood up, and went down the hall to the little room that Rita calls Dexter's Study. I sat and fired up my laptop, and as it started up I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to get back in touch with my Inner Tiger. Almost immediately I felt it stretch and purr and rise up to rub against my hand. Nice kitty, I thought with gratitude, and it showed me its fangs in a happily wicked smile. I smiled back, opened my eyes, and we went to work. First

found myself flailing for an answer, reaching for something that was no longer there, and the sense of loss and emptiness amplified my uncertainty and anger and uneasiness, and I realized my breath was hissing in and out between clenched teeth and my hands were clenched on the wheel and covered with a chilly sheen of sweat, and I thought, that's enough.

I found myself flailing for an answer, reaching for something that was no longer there, and the sense of loss and emptiness amplified my uncertainty and anger and uneasiness, and I realized my breath was hissing in and out between clenched teeth and my hands were clenched on the wheel and covered with a chilly sheen of sweat, and I thought, that's enough.