Quotes About Breath

He were to take back His Spirit and withdraw His breath, all humanity would turn to dust (Job 34:14)! He doesn't, because of the extravagant and passionate love He has for His creation; and nothing, not all powers of heaven or hell, can ever separate the love of the Father from the children He created (Romans 8:38–39).

There's a space at the bottom of an exhale, a little hitch between taking in and letting out that's a perfect zero you can go into. There's a rest point between the heart muscle's close and open - an instant of keenest living when you're momentarily dead. You can rest there.

Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.

She inhaled a worry. She exhaled a prayer.

She inhaled a worry. She exhaled a prayer." Mary Lou Quinlan, author

Ne restait plus que la mélodie asthmatique en ré mineur sifflée par ses tout petits poumons.

Higher than the lark I climbed into the air, Taking breath At the summit of a pass.

Every exhalation is an expulsion of some part of our finite store of life, and also a sigh of relief that the grave is closer by one tedious, depressing pulse...Each time we breathe, we fear that it's our last breath and it will chill us all the way to the void.

If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment. Live in the breath.

You are lucky to be alive. Inhale and take in life's wonders. Never take so much as a single petal of a single flower for granted.

10. Breathe. Breathe deep and pure and smooth. Concentrate on it. Breathing is the pace you set your life at. It's the rhythm of the song of you. It's how to get back to the centre of things. The centre of yourself. When the world wants to take you in every other direction. It was the first thing you learned to do. The most essential and simple thing you do. To be aware of breath is to remember you are alive.

From here the waves sound like breaths. Inhale. Exhale.

Breathe. Breathe deep and pure and smooth. Concentrate on it. Breathing is the pace you set your life at. It's the rhythm of the song of you. It's how to get back to the center of things. The center of yourself. When the world wants to take you in every other direction. It was the first thing you learned to do. The most essential and simple thing you do. To be aware of breath is to remember you are alive.

Remember When we were young enough Not to fear tomorrow Or mourn yesterday And we were just Us And time was just Now And we were in Life Not rising through Like arms in a sleeve Because we had time We had time to breathe

However, when humans forget to breathe they also forget they are alive, and this is dangerous. It can lead to a loss of perspective, and a focus on things like mortgages, professional rivalry, the car they should be driving, and whether there is a need to refurbish the kitchen

How to stop time: kiss. How to travel in time: read. How to escape time: music.  How to feel time: write. How to release time: breathe.

The hall fell silent. I had never heard a silence like it. The whole hall seemed to be holding its breath. It felt civilized and modern. It felt refined and tantalizing all at once, like a polite collective pre-orgasm.

As a writer of worship songs, I have a hunger to write deep songs of passionate reverence to God. Yet I'm aware I cannot sing before I have seen. All worship is a response to a revelation--it's only as we breathe in more of the wonders of God that we can breathe out a fuller response to Him....the key to a life of passionate and powerful worship comes from seeing God.

Her cabind, ample Spirit, It flutterd and faild for breath. To-night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death.

Round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train; -- The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again.

Her cabined, ample spiritIt fluttered and failed for breath.Tonight it doth inheritThe vasty hall of death.

Evit?m s? ne gândim la moarte pân? când nu mai avem for?a, n-a? spune, de a gândi, ci chiar de a respira.

We speak of 'inspiration,' and the word should be taken literally. There really is inspiration and expiration of Being.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.