Quotes About Breath

For the first time that day, I felt as if I could breathe. As if this, this was what God was leading me to. Waiting, abiding, resting. Enjoying what was rather than fearing what might be or resenting what had come before.

To love and be loved is the very thing our souls scream for from birth and every moment after, the urge to need and be needed as natural as breathing, as life-giving as breath.

Take a breath, look around, a voice seemed to be whispering. None of this is here by accident, and neither are you.

He almost thought that if he held her, touched his mouth to hers, took in the breath as it left her body, he would feel it too, would begin to breathe again, feel again.

the sacred principles of life have never been written down: they belong to the heartbeat, to the rhythm of the breath and the flow of blood. They are alive like the rain and the rivers, the waxing and waning of the moon. If we learn to listen we will discover that life, the Great Mother, is speaking to us, telling us what we need to know." —Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

Oneness is not a metaphysical idea but something so simple and ordinary. It is in every breath, in the wing-beat of every butterfly, in every piece of garbage left in the city streets. This oneness is life, life no longer experienced solely through the fragmented vision of the ego, but known within the heart, felt in the soul. This oneness is the heartbeat of life. It is creation's recognition of it's Creator. In this oneness life celebrates itself and its divine origin.

Under these circumstances, silence among such a large group of people is an uncomfortable thing to experience. Guilt spreads around even to those who have nothing to feel guilty about. Many held their breath. Or, as I heard later, many did what me and my mum did and closed their eyes. We closed our eyes in a bid to remove ourselves.

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night!

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.

You did… that… on purpose," she said, fighting for breath. "Assuredly. You could not think I kissed you by accident.

I want you to know, chickens aren't sexy. Not to me." This was met with silence. "Are you there?" She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. "Cam? Can you hear me?" "Yes, chickens aren't sexy. Uh…I don't think they're meant to be.

Sixty-five seconds, he said. You weren't breathing for sixty-five seconds after we found you. I lived and died during each one of them. He let out a breath. Never again.

She sucked in a breath. You're... When she didn't finish the sentence, he turned his head and watched her gaze drop to his mouth, which was only a few inches from hers. Handy, she finished softly. And you're... She smiled. Stubborn? Annoying? Set to go, he said.

The words first. Damned near everything begins with words. I am, I breathed, and suddenly the ice was clear of my mouth. I am Harry... I panted, and the pain redoubled. And I laughed. As if some freak who never loved enough to know loss could tell me about pain.

Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can't take him to my place. Molly's voice sharpened. I don't even have a place, she said. I still live at my parents' house. Less whining, Thomas said, his voice cool. More telling me a place to take him where he won't be killed.

No monster could ever stand up to your dog breath.

The cellar, uncorked like a buried bottle, gave off the stale breath of the years.

Coop kissed me deeply, drawing my breath from me in a long, sweet ribbon. Perhaps I haven't mentioned it, but I'm an expert when it comes to first steps. Are you, I said. Then tell me how. You close your eyes, Coop answered, and jump.

It made me think of my mother, when she made her pie crusts. She'd prick little holes all over the place. So it can breath, she said. I was just breathing. I closed my eyes, anticipating each cut, feeling that wash of relief when it was done.

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.

Save Your Breath ... You'll need it to blow up your date

Your breathing is your greatest friend. Return to it in all your troubles and you will find comfort and guidance.