Quotes About Breath

The thing I've found about exciting is that it's like fireworks. A big burst of color. It takes your breath away, and then nothing. But something that's always there, while it might not be as exciting, like the stars in the sky, they can still steal your breath.

The mind was only an apparatus within the mechanism of the body--and it took little more than a fever to jostle a cog, so that the gear of thought could no longer turn. Philosophy could be severed from life. Blood overmastered ink. And every thin breath she drew told her which ruled her.

Where words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain, for they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

Alvaro, who could no more withhold love than he could resist taking in each next breath

Yet life continues to move forward, and so have I, dragging from one day into the next until I found I could breathe normally.

What a pair of lungs!

Well, I said, if the saints think reincarnation's a game worth playing ... Mark said: I mean, sure, something's happening over and over, but what? Maybe it's just the breath in and out of our lungs. I pointed out we didn't need a metaphor for breathing—You just talked about it quite literally.

La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguró el locutor, contenía la respiración.

By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, and all the host of them by the breath of His mouth.

Psalm 33:6 says, "By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, and all the host of them by the breath of His mouth.

Life is more than breath and a heartbeat; meaning and purpose are the life of life.

For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. You are mine, it had said. Mine. And I will not let you go.

He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.

Are ye all right, man? Ian asked, in the same tone of mild concern he'd heard his da use now and then on his mam or Uncle Jamie. Evidently it was in fact the right tone to take with a Fraser about to go berserk, for William breathed like a grampus for a moment or two, then got himself under control.

He reached forward then and took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.

I drew a deep breath, trying to think of something to say, then pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to him. Are you breathing, Ian? His mouth twitched a little. Aye, I htink so. That's all you have to do, for now.

fortunately it came out as a mere breath of sound. Another body turned over, rustling

I drew a deep breath, trying to think of something to say, then pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and gave it to him. Are you breathing, Ian? His mouth twitched a little. Aye, I think so. That's all you have to do, for now.

The door was now ajar, the light of an unknown future shining through its crack. But it would take more strength than I had alone to push it open. I watched the rise and fall of his breath, and the play of light and shadow on the strong, clean lines of his face, and knew that nothing truly mattered between us but the fact that we both still lived.

I drew a deep breath and sighed, shaking my head. "I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't.

I took an especially deep breath, smell notwithstanding, exhaled, and shut my eyes with decision. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. That had been one of Frank's favorite expressions, and by and large, a good sentiment.

I took an especially deep breath, smell notwithstanding, exhaled, and shut my eyes with decision. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. That had been one of Frank's favorite expressions, and by and large, a good sentiment. Depends a bit on the day, though, doesn't it? I thought in his direction.

He could hear Jamie's breath, or thought he could—it seemed part of the soft wind that touched his face. He could smell Jamie, smell the musk of his body, the dried sweat and dust in his clothes, and felt suddenly wolflike and feral, longing changed to outright hunger. He wanted. Master me, he thought, breathing deep, or shall I your master be?

Sit down comfortably. As you control your breathing, have your mind watch your body. And tell yourself, "It's okay." Then your soul will find rest, and your body, too, will find comfort and new strength.