Quotes About Breath

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

Someone was breathing. Behind him. Someone was breathing on his neck. The knowledge froze him, froze the cry of "Jesus fuck!" in his throat. He turned with an incredible slowness..

Nada que viva y respire es realmente objetivo, ni siquiera en estado de aislamiento, ni siquiera aunque lo único que poseyera al cerebro fuese el deseo autoinmolador de la verdad.

Questions are to sales as breath is to life. If you fail to ask them, you will die. If you ask them incorrectly, your death won't be immediate, but it's inevitable.

periodontal disease? 19. Do you frequently alternate constipation and diarrhea or feel pain or discomfort in your digestive area? 20. Have you been told that you have chronic bad breath? 21. Are you shorter than you used to be? Had any evidence of calcium deposits? 22. Do you catch every cold and flu that's going around? This is the first of eight self-assessments this book asks you to do, and it is the one that will give you a general idea of your overall health.

One week later, he lies in the hospital room, his breath moving deliberately in and out of his body. He feels as if he has been in this small room forever, that his home life is a blurry dream he cannot really remember. He moves his feet in circles, first the left, then the right. Their swelling has not stopped., and he knows that soon he will be unable to move them at all.

Andrea's breath hurt, but wit her fear came rage, a killing anger. They'd taken her mate A female defending her mate was the most fearsome of Shifters, and whoever had done this to Sean didn't yet know the meaning of terror.

The forest is like a sentient creature drawing breath around me. The moon's brightness has a sound. It rings in the sky. I've had a fever, which has been hard, but it has left my mind clearer than before. There's another way of seeing the world, like looking through the bottom of a glass.

Life is an accumulation of aches. They fill you up and take your breath away and you think you'll never breathe again, but before you know it, you are just words on paper, gone quiet and asleep until someone finds those words and reads them.

I am crying-loud and hiccuping, as if I've been holding my breath for a very long time and finally, finally can breathe. You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love...

Things...oh! you can't imagine what they were like! Things that get you here, somehow, at the back of your head, like a woman breathing down your neck...Not like a kiss...No, more insubstantial that that,,,a breath, a soft, faint breath. Oh! it's like...like feeling your soul going out of your body! (71)

I listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I ought to, and probably shall, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head. And yet I cannot continue in this condition! I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat!

every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.

I have to remind myself to breathe— almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought; and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea.

I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring ... it is by compulsion, ..

A cada momento necesito recordarme a mí mismo que he de respirar, que ha de seguir palpitándome el corazón...!

You're all of life to me. Let me be a single breath of it for you. -Isabella to Heathcliff, "Wuthering Heights".

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.

Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath! And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, No drearier can prevail!