Quotes About Breath

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;Breath's a ware that will not keep.Up, lad: when the journey's overThere'll be time enough to sleep.

The noisy, lumpy, hilarious breath runs through me like a great brightness. Magical, free laughter that spins me back to being a child; a hiccuping, chorus-rolling, crashing, howling, sobbing laughter, so unexpected, so strange, like finding that all together we can sing.

There's this to say of love and breath -- They give a man a taste for death.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep. V

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you." --from Past Present and Future are One

we are merely renting these bodies of ours. You came into this world on an in breath. You will exit on an out breath. Hence, we say that someone has . . . ? 'Expired'!

This is, after all, his own nightmare, though in his dream the culprit is always leprosy. He is overcome. He takes a deep breath. The journey the two of them embark on together must begin with love, Rune thinks. To love the sick—isn't that always the first step?

A view of some tree breathing and the mind's wheels ease up on the pavement's tug. That tree, that one willowy thing over there, can save a life, you know? It saves by not trying, a leaf like some note slipped under the locked blue door (bathtub full, despair's drunk), a small live letter that says only, Stay.

The other day someone I know posted a quote from the poet Mary Oliver, "Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?" And I almost began to cry. I kept thinking of how scared I've been, how scared many of us have been during these years of the pandemic. And of course, it's not just the pandemic, so many overwhelming fears. I read that quote and I suddenly longed for breath. For relief. For the end of fear.

We breathe in our first language, and swim in our second.

Wstrzymuj?c oddech, usty chwyta? jej westchnienie. I okiem ?owi? wszystkie jej wzroku promienie.

Find patience in the breath of life.

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.

The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.

The stars are like letters that inscribe themselves at every moment in the sky. Everything in the world is full of signs. All events are coordinated. All things depend on each other. Everything breathes together.

Breathing is key to accessing the unconscious neural code that controls us. "As the breath moves, so does the mind" is ancient Indian wisdom. We can add to that, "and the body.

Understand. Delight in the discovery of life. Delight in the discovery of this breath. Delight in the discovery of the divine that resides inside of you.

What does that mean, 'to be content'? One could argue, 'to have everything'. But can you have everything? Or do you already have everything, but don't know it? The most precious thing in your life happens to be right under your nose, and you're not aware of it. What is it? The coming and going of this breath.

Each deep breath taken during Yoga practice builds internal strength and resilience.

Yoga Practice gives us internal strength and resilience. Each breath taken during uncomfortable Asana forces us to observe our own internal resistance and hence the practice helps us to master our internal resilience.

Yoga teaches us to become fearless. Become more open to the uncomfortable and challenging situations. Learning to take few deep breaths and become more present and face the situations as it is instead of running away.

breath freezes

Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.