Quotes About Breath

I wouldn't give myself any advice, because advice is kinda bullsh... Take a deep breath and don't take any of it too seriously.

It's always best to have a positive outlook on life, it's easy to see all the bad around you, but there's always good in the world, be thankful you're alive to breathe, to love, to laugh, and to enjoy all the wonders life has to offer.

While you're breathing... someone, somewhere, is breathing their last breath... need anymore reasons to be thankful for life!

It was there that Death woke him every morning, holding the broken shard of a mirror close enough for him to see the fog of his breath clouding his image.

I held my breath and wished for that moment to last as long as it possibly could, because a waking dream is always more fleeting than a sleeping one.

but it also had an odd metallic tang to it that I instantly recognized from when I was Buddy and had a bad taste in my mouth that I couldn't get rid of. The bald man probably had the same taste in his mouth, because it was on his breath.

O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath.

Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone – Man has created death.

All night while the rain fell the dark valley heard in silence the silent valley did not remember you were asleep beside me while the rain fell all around us I listened to you breathing I wanted to remember the sound of your breath but we lay there forgetting asleep and awake forgetting a breath at a time while the rain went on falling around us. — W.S. Merwin, from "The Sound of Forgetting," Garden Time (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)

one morning near the end of spring among the invisible unheard stars I sing this one time with the hope that is here in every breath may these notes be heard another morning in another life in another spring together

I was screaming into the canyon at the moment of my death; the echo I created outlasted my last breath.

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!

Best while you have it use your breath, There is no drinking after death.

Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

The Buddha's lesson: Do not wait for the moment of imminent death to taste life's sweetness. Savor it now. Every breath we take is precious. Treat it as such, and all of life becomes a luscious dessert.

grace happens at unexpected moments. It stops us short, catches the breath, disarms. If we manipulate it, try to control it, somehow earn it, that would not be grace.

Men of Athens, I honor and I love you, but I will obey the god rather than you and as long as I draw breath and am able, I shall not cease to practice philosophy, to exhort you and in my usual way to point out to any one of you whom I happen to meet.

Men of Athens, I am grateful and I am your friend, but I will obey the god rather than you, and as long as I draw breath and am able, I shall not cease to practice philosophy

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted. "I love you both," I say.

Breath, Myrnin said. "I'm not much for it myself, but I hear it's quite good for humans. -Myrnin.

Contuvo el aliento, suspiró y sintió que su corazón se rompía de nuevo, en una forma totalmente nueva y hermosa.

The oubliette, I was not a mouse, I was a vampire, I was a blind vampire who would heal, of course, eventually, and see again. Stop, I told myself. I drew in a deep breath and smelled ancient death, crushed weeds, rotting metal, stone. I had no idea where the oubliette was located. I was simply at the bottom of it, standing in cold, filthy water and thinking that this time, my favorite slippers were well and truly ruined. Such a pity.