Quotes About Breath

Come hither, all ye empty things,/Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings;/Who float upon the tide of state,/Come hither, and behold your fate.

A person who doesn't breathe deeply reduces the life of his body. If he doesn't move freely, he restricts the life of his body. If he doesn't feel fully, he narrows the life of his body. And if his self-expression is constricted, he limits the life of his body.

Breathing, according to me, corresponds to taking charge of one's own life.

Your silence exists as does my self gathering. But so does the almost absolute silence of the world's dawning. In such suspension, before every utterance on earth, there is a cloud, an almost immobile air. The plants already breathe, while we still ask ourselves how to speak to each other, without taking breath away from them.

In breathing I am an object of the air, the air the subject; but when I make the air an object of thought, of investigation, when I analyse it, I reverse the relation - I make myself the subject, the air an object.

Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite. And just at this moment, it chose to rear its ugly head.

Taking a deep breath, I shake my head and find Judge staring at me. Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans, I say. Once you leave the litter, you sever contact with your mothers.

I die. I breathe in and breahe in and cannot exhale. I explode all over my friends. They forget my name and pretend it is dung. They wash off in the square and the well becomes polluted. All die. O the embarrassment.

As a boy, all I ever wanted was this: a life dedicated to art; every idea, every breath an artistic gesture. And here is this girl before me, blowing on her hands to keep warm. And why am I so worried it's not going to last?

The night was warmer than most I had known; we could breathe without seeing clouds of unpoken words dissolving into the atmosphere before us.

Sometimes the only way to catch your breath is to lose it completely.

What to do when you make a mistake: take ten minutes to be upset about it, Do what you can to fix it. Take a deep breath, forgive yourself and then move on.

I hold my breath through every tunnel, and wish I could get over this feeling of sleeping under.

My children are the breath I take each second of the day. They are me and I am them.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I'm looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.

True love is felonious...You take someones breath away...You rob them of the ability to utter a single word...You steal a heart.

It's sweet like the nectar of the garden flower, it's soothing like the buzzing of a bumble bee, it's warm like the rays of the morning sun, it's the search of a love so pure which keeps me on the run. It's the pulse in my vein, the thoughts in my brain, in every breath that I take, the smile my lips make, it's in the twinkle of my eye, till the day I die. E even if it's heart searing pain, with nothing to gain, I will feel it as the tear on my cheek, and without words my soul will speak.

Know that every breath is a miracle and every moment a blessing and you will achieve your dreams.

We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.

When darkness falls and eyes stay shutA chain of voices opens up.Let wax not wane give breath to death.p.s. Shhh" -Yvonne Woon(Dead Beautiful)

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

The moment when man acquires maximum knowledge is his LAST breath... You never know whats the truth

Mist lies over the river like the icy breath of winter angels. Darkness gathers round... and it is beautiful.Thank you for this life, this death, whatever it is you arethat makes us finally see.