Quotes About Breath

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Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.

She did not move. Nor did she scream or faint; her only actions were to draw back the hem of her dress from where it brushed the shiny dome of his skull and to breathe deeply, several times, with her eyes shut. Her father had taught her this as a remedy for panic. He had taught her well; it worked.

She was genuinely startled. Will had appeared out of nowhere in order to help her; surely that was obvious. The idea that she had come all this way in order to help him took her breath away.

It shouldn't be too surprising that the person who is actually present as we cross the threshold of life and take our first breath once again appears at the threshold as we take our last breath.

The yellow bedspread he sleeps upon is slowly changing to the gentle quiet gold of his breath

elliptical, adj. The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

But we feel this connection all the time, don't we? Our bodies don't have to be touching to be connected to one another. Our heart races without contact. Our breath holds until the threat is gone.

That air. The air afterwards. I wanted to breathe it in. It felt right to breathe it in. Because we were breathing them in, weren't we? And the building. We were breathing it all in. And I thought, there's a part of this that's actually a part of me now. I now have that responsibility. I am alive, and I am breathing, and I can do the things this dust can't do.

We are the time. We are the breathing. We are the air.

We are breathing at the same pace, our chests rising and falling in unison. We have no need to whisper, because at this distance, all we need is thought.

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

Breathe, we want to tell Avery. Feel yourself breathe. Because that is as much a part of your body as anything else. Avery, we whisper, you are a marvel. And he is. He may never believe it, but he is.

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. You lean in from the side, and I have to turn a little to make it happen.

The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes.

breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath. I wish I could be like that, or love could be like that.

Some days I'm up for the challenge. Some days I need to catch my breath. But it's a long story we're writing. Even on the days when it's hard, I know that someday it will be better.

The air feels cleaner because when the world is below us, we allow ourselves to breathe fully.

Her breathing was shallow, a seashore slowly being covered with water.

You expect death to bring some new form of punctuation, but there it is: one small gasp. Period.

Do you wonder why we wander?" Cal had asked. It was the night of the first snow; you could hear the branches bending and the icicles falling outside the window, beyond the wall. They were warmth together. They were hot breath and blankets and wrapping themselves close. And Elijah had thought, I wonder why I never kiss you. I wonder what would happen. But he didn't say anything out loud.