Quotes About Breath

she knew again that her humour had saved her only for larger destructions; that the mad and the murdered, the living, must learn to hold their chemical breath.

As long as he was breathing, God's greatest task for him was not yet finished. His highest purpose in life was still unfulfilled. ... God still had plans for him.

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building, spring to life a resuscitated angel.

Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn.

Everything you need to know about life is in one breath.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring - that delicious commingling of the perfume of arbutus, the odor of pines, and the snow - soaked soil just warming into life.

Breathe and you dwell in the here and now, breath and you see impermanence is life.

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

No food or drug will ever do for you what a fresh supply of oxygen will.

Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.

This is not a full circle. It's life carrying on. It's the next breath we all take. It's the choice we make to get on with it.

Our life is nothing, it is true, but our life is divine. A breath of nature annihilates us, but we surpass nature in penetrating far beyond her vast phantasmagoria to the changeless and the eternal.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realising just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is.

Each person is born to one possession which outvalues all his others-his last breath.

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.

I write to breathe life back into memory.

How short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words accelerates my death.

Our breath plays a very important role in our life. The breath is the connecting link between the inner world of the mind and the outer world of the body and environment.

A mortal lives not through that breath that flows in and that flows out. The source of his life is another and this causes the breath to flow.

Which memories will we take with us? The swimming lyricism of paintings, a last breath of a stanza, the mute kiss of a lover? And there is nothing compared to this: lying awake under the truth of you, the wide eyed sleeplessness of lost dreams. — Jill Battson, from "A Goodbye Poem," Canadian Poetry Online

Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath