Quotes About Breath

With all its many risks, this life endures No more than windblown bubbles in a stream. How marvelous to breathe in and out again, To fall asleep and then awake refreshed.

You are in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love´s not a strong enough word. You have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It will never be enough. I want eternity.

Raw pain scored his insides, but the bear was in agreement with the man: as long as Silver lived, he could take the pain, take the loss that would haunt him always. He had this big body for a reason. It could take a lot of punishment. As long as she breathed, he'd survive. He'd watch over her from afar, and he'd survive because his mate was alive.

She raised her face to the canopy and took a deep breath, as if trying to hold on to her temper. He wondered if she'd succeed. His Tally had always been very quiet…except with him. He alone had known that she was neither shy nor particularly calm. The girl had a temper like a stick of dynamite. Quick to heat, quick to blow over.

It was the first time she'd consciously accepted that fact … and the fear that came with the knowledge. Martin had hurt her, but Riaz, he could savage her. "He does these things and they take my breath away, make my chest hurt.

A siren pierced the air, cutting off her breath. "Damn." A scowling Jessie pulled over to the side of the long, otherwise empty road. "I swear," the blonde muttered, "the hick cops have nothing better to do than hassle law-abiding citizen." "Jessie, we're actually—" "Shh. Think law-abiding thoughts.

Zaira blew out a breath and, getting out of bed, began to pace. Since she was dressed in only a pair of black panties, the sight was distracting despite the serious nature of their discussion, but Aden didn't tell her to put on clothes. He was an Arrow, not an idiot.

You're in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love's not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul

Are you going to break my trust again, Riley?" There could be no mistakes, no blurred lines here. He met her eyes full on. "Not on purpose. Never on purpose." He took a deep breath. "But I'm likely to fuckup when the wolf's riding me.

But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.

As we used to say in the mountains, "Breathe. Breathe again. With every breath, you are alive." After all these years, this still the best advice I can give you: Savor your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath.

Savor your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath.

As we used to say in the mountains, "Breathe. Breathe Again. With every breath, you are alive." After all these years, this is still the best advice I can give you: Savor your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath.

Haal adem. Haal nog één keer adem. Elke keer dat je ademhaalt, leef je.

And what great writers actually pass on is not so much their words, but they hand on their breath at their moments of inspiration.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Nothing is that important. Just lie down.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important. Just lie down.

Breathing for Warriors,

It is the stale breath of Death on his open and vulnerable neck that immortalizes the hero, that lends a fireside story its luster.

Je pense à vous, chère mère et cher père. Avez-vous appris la nouvelle par téléphone? La police est-elle venue vous prévenir au salon de barbier? Je dois éviter de telles réflexions ; sinon, je risque de ne jamais reprendre mon souffle. - Boo

although she doesn't know it yet here's Love and Death in the same breath

My bay had lightning stripes all over him and his mane was cloud. And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

With visible breath I am walking. A voice I am sending as I walk. In a sacred manner I am walking. With visible tracks I am walking. In a sacred manner I walk.

Desire wrapped its arms around her and held her still, helpless, able only to breathe.