Quotes About Breath

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace.

Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.

Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp.Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs.Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding cymbals.Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.

Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose.

The path of humanity is always coordinated with heaven and earth in the alternation of movement and stillness. Human energy is always in communion with heaven and earth in the alteration of exhalation and inhalation.

God that made the world, and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands;Neither is worshipped with men's hands, as though he needed any thing, seeing he giveth to all life, and breath, and all things;And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth.

Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.

Oxygen is overrated.

Hesiod might as well have kept his breath to cool his pottage.

They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass out through the other side, the air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it.

He says, "This hotel is very cheap, ma cherie. The innkeeper behind the desk said our room was forty francs a night but only twenty francs if we made our own bed." He listens to her breathe. "So I said, 'Oh, we can make our own bed.' And he said, 'Right, I'll get you some nails and wood.'" Marie-Laure still does not smile.

Two women leave, claiming obligations involving grandchildren. Others tug at their blouses and rattle their chairs as though the temperature of the kitchen has gone up. Six remain. Marie-Laure sits among them, wondering who will cave, who will tattle, who will be the bravest. Who will lie on her back and let her last breath curl up to the ceiling as a curse upon the invaders.

There are two kinds of death," he says, the clouds of his breath plunging out into the cold. "You can fight like a lion. Or you can go as easy as lifting a hair from a cup of milk.

the air would get so heavy with moisture he imagined he could feel each bloated molecule as it toppled into his lungs.

To survive here required one to sip the air; the wide sky belonged to the nobles.

Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered with light, and the spruce had become illuminated kingdoms, snow sifting from branch to branch. He thought: This has been here every winter all my life.

El aire es una biblioteca y registro de todas las vidas vividas, de todas las frases dichas, de todas las palabras que aún reverberan

Rumour,Light,Air

My natural bent is to have an overabundance of energy, and motion-capture essentializes your every breath, your every move. Seeing yourself through that mask, you realize how far you can pull back and make the performance even more powerful.

For me, it is OK as long as I can breathe, as long as my heart is pumping, as long as I can express myself.

I hold my breath with my punches in the fight and you know how that catches up with you.

the voice of M. Schontz would go on and on under its breath like that of an unclean priest reciting from his breviary in the corner of a railway-carriage.

A veces, desde que he estado en el jardín, alzo la vista y miro el cielo entre los árboles y he tenido ese extraño sentimiento de estar feliz, como si algo estuviera empujándome el pecho, tirándome y haciéndome respirar de prisa. La magia siempre está empujando, tirando y haciendo cosas de la nada. Todo está hecho de magia, las hojas y los árboles, las flores y los pájaros, los tejones y las zorras y las ardillas y la gente.