Quotes About Breath

Music forced into the air you breathe is an invasion of privacy!

I don't push my voice; I try to keep a good technique, a natural way of singing, to sing from the breath, which is the main thing.

It's a huge turnoff when men have teeth that look like they haven't been brushed in days. Also, bad breath is awful.

Acting coaches in Hollywood were always telling me to use my hands and body more. But that was never me. I just breathe and sometimes it doesn't look as if I'm doing that.

learn just one thing from his death, if you learn that life is fragile at any age, and that every day is a gift. His death won't be for nothing if you learn to celebrate each morning that you wake, take a breath, and realize you're still alive and the day is filled with endless potential.

Don't you know that if people could bottle the air they would? Don't you know that there would be an American Air-bottling Association? And don't you know that they would allow thousands and millions to die for want of breath, if they could not pay for air? I am not blaming anybody. I am just telling how it is.

They heard each other only by accident, in brief pauses for breath, each of them howling their resentment and pain across the room like flaming spears that burned into dust before touching their target.

Best while you have it use your breath, There is no drinking after death. John Fletcher, The Bloody Brother

the deathless breath of the city.

fear is excitement without breath

Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder's eye on the Last Day.

The best things in life are nearest Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.

to catch his breath again, he merely said 'gun', and it was then that I took note of the stain on the drooping folds of the pareu wrapped around his waist. In the moonlight, it had at first appeared to be dirt or perhaps red wine—though the Samoans have no taste for wine—but its crust and gleam now revealed it to be dried blood. A sight that you and I, my friend, know all too well.

Before our eyes, at least before mine (not hers, perhaps), everything was veiled in impenetrable darkness. It's the inner chambers, I thought, and I wasn't wrong, either. That's how it was, and my dear instructress seemed to be resolved to show me a world that had been hidden until now. But I must pause for breath.

To breathe properly is to live properly.

We are showered every day with gifts, but they are not meant for us to keep. Their life is in their movement, the inhale and the exhale of our shared breath. Our work and our joy is to pass along the gift and to trust that what we put out into the universe will always come back.

They ran. They stayed warmer that way and running seemed to be the right way to measure their love for Uncle Ben. They wanted to hear their breath, and their feet stamping the ground. They wanted to feel their lungs working, and their hearts.

outside the door. He breathed in, and he breathed

From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good set of lungs and air to fill them with... p 1

I breathe deeply, and certainty enters into me like light, like a piece of science, and curious music seems to hum inside my fingers. Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. Make of it what you will.

Just relax and breathe through your ass.

Querría ser…, tan amable…, -jadeó Alicia después de correr un rato más- de parar un minuto…, sólo para…, recobrar el aliento? - Tan amable, sí soy -contestó el Rey- sólo que fuerte no lo soy tanto. Ya sabes lo veloz que corre un minuto. ¡Intentar pararlo sería como querer alcanzar a un zamarrajo!

The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.