Quotes About Breath

I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must descend Among the cunning cells, And touch the pantomime himself. How cool the bellows feels!

Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.

Benjy awoke first in the morning, because the squirrel was trying to sit on his nose. Benjy couldn't think what was happening. His eyes shot open, he gasped for breath – and sat up. The squirrel fell off and leapt to the ground. Benjy picked it up at once – he didn't want it to scamper out of the doorway and be lost!

The soul is like the bowl of water, with the soul's impressions like the rays of light that strike the water. Now, if the water is disturbed, the light appears to be disturbed together with it — though of course it is not. So when someone loses consciousness, it is not the person's knowledge and virtues that are impaired, it is the breath that contains them. Once the breath returns to normal, knowledge and the virtues are restored to normal also.

Breathe! Breathe! I urged Lily. You can do this naturally. Fuck that. I want my epidural as soon as we get there.

Urmându-Å£i aÅŸadar sfatul, m-am str?duit s?-l pun în aplicare. Contemplând lumina, culorile, copacii, p?s?rile, animalele. SimÅ£eam cum aerul îmi p?trunde în n?ri f?cându-m? s? respir. Vocile de pe culoar veneau spre mine ca din bolta unei catedrale. Iar eu eram viu. Frem?tam de o bucurie necuprins? ÅŸi pur?. Aceea de a exista. O bucurie care m? fermeca.

plus je peinais, plus je prenais conscience de mon souffle, de mon timbre, de la durée des notes, de l'inflexion des phrases, des accents, des tenues, des retenues, des ornements et des appoggiatures.

Tu demandes d'où vient notre souffle de vie. S'il fallait résumer une trop longue histoire, Je dirais qu'il surgit du fond de l'océan, Puis soudain l'océan l'engloutit à nouveau. Omar Khayyam

Beautify your breath – beautify your life.

They became one, and Mackey could breathe. Trav was a part of him, and Mackey had strength. Trav moved, and Mackey's body became light and Trav's body became sound and together they were the thing Mackey worshipped most. Music.

The Fox News channel?" he asked under his breath as he and Lance cleaned off the table enough to set the pizza on. "Like… the Fox News channel?

Jeff's eyes opened then, and he was still desperate and still hot but suddenly very, very serious. "Live," he said. "Breathe. Be warm. Want me.

It was mindless, it was mechanical, it was Emily Dickinson's poetry, where the secrets of the universe were encapsulated in body and motion, sweat and breath, physicality and physics,

The street, which I believed could offer my life its surprising detours, the street with its uneasiness and its glances, was my true element; there as nowhere else I caught the breath of the possible.

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live

She felt the breath of history on her cheek.

Perpetual inspiration is as necessary to the life of goodness, holiness and happiness as perpetual respiration is necessary to animal life.

She worked diligently to develop her understanding of breath; for she knew that with breath she could create a world. She imagined herself breathing life into the glass and, with every week that passed, Sei came closer to realizing the loveliness of the objects that she could picture in her imagination.

I live on the West Coast of the United States, and yet the air that I breathe is sometimes the same air that was being breathed in China the day before.

Prayer is omnipotent: its breath can melt adamantine rocks - its touch can break the stoutest chains.

Meditation has taught me to be in the present moment and observe the present moment at the same time. Just breathe, follow your breath, and your intuition can take you from there.