Quotes About Breath

One way I like to practice mindfulness is by the simple instruction "relax and stay present.

I exhale for what feels like the first time in ages. A real exhale. One that isn't solely about breathing to sustain life. One that might be about choosing to live life. It's both blissful and disarming.

Havia a ansiedade de que uum dia não se sucedesse ao outro, junto com a certeza de que certamente se sucederia. Era como prender a respiração, como Udayan tentara fazer na baixada. E, no entanto, de alguma maneira ela estava respirando. Assim como o tempo ficava parado, mas também passava, alguma outra parte de seu corpo que lhe era inconsciente estava agora extraindo oxigêncio, obrigando-os a continuar.

All motion, either in the body or anywhere else, is the work of this Prana.

You are worthy because God gave you breath in your body. You have a right to walk this planet just like everyone else.

You might say I was jogging through paradise. Running opened the door to my senses, and I was able to take it all in. I felt my breath moving like a miracle

Prana is the link between body, soul, matter, and energy.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Negative people need DRAMA like oxygen. Stay positive, it will take their breath away.

Whether a person is in bed or walking along and is struck by sudden death, it's right for humans to die on solid ground, with the earth beneath their feet and air trying to get into the lungs.

To fear an inner life, she thought, was the greatest foolishness. It was like fearing a breath of air. Why did people find it harder to admit to a universe within than without? Why trust, for a moment, one's own absurd measurement of either?

A church may have the bones of organization and sound theology. It may have the body of a large membership. But, if the breath of the Holy Spirit is not on it and in it, then it is only Sardis, having a name to be alive but dead.

Love is the eternal first breath.

When they did "Best Sandwich" it turned the room friendly from strange and they could breathe each other's breath in and out and in and out till they heard at last their mother's key in the big front door.

Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath's vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . . But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.

the Empress said, her own breath coming in gasps, lips against her daughter's cold forehead and soft hair—her hair at least was still the same, soft, delicate, sweet cobwebs. . . .

But her soft lips were upon his, drinking his living breath, and he was now gasping in divine madness, pressing his mouth over hers like a drowning man, breathing through her. . . . "That

When (because there is no "if" about this) you are meditating and suddenly find yourself mixing up a batch of brownies or deciding whether to eat Chinese or Italian tonight, just realize that you have strayed off. Then, without judging yourself a "bad" meditator, gently return your awareness to your breath.

This is what breath meditation is about: watching your breath, straying off, realizing it, and gently returning. Over and over again. Like I said, meditation is a practice.

There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul.

I believe that the Source from which we come is alive in us as our breath, and as we speak and sing and breathe, we release the beauty of the Creator into the world.

I am breathing in and out. Realizing this, I began to notice that each moment was not without its beauty.

Truth is the vital breath of Beauty; Beauty the outward form of Truth.

His voice was like honey and velvet. "Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty," he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb.