Quotes About Breath

To get a breath of fresh air. The expression sounded wonderfully odd, with its suggestion of sedentary desk life.

He cried in a whisper at some image, at some vision—he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: "'The horror! The horror!

When we are with people and feeling bored, can we listen a little more carefully, stepping off the train of our own inner commenting? If we are sitting in meditation and feeling uninterested, can we come in closer to the object, not with force but with gentleness and care? What is this experience we call the breath? If someone were holding your head under water, would the breath be boring? Each breath is actually sustaining our life. Can we be with it fully, just once?

let the breath draw the mind down to its own level of subtlety. It is like listening to someone playing a flute as they walk off into the distance.

Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.

A beautiful and binding morning The world outside begins to breathe See clouds arriving without warning I need you here to shelter me. If I could make these moments endless If I could stop the winds of change If we just keep our eyes wide open Then everything would stay the same And I know that only time will tell me how We'll carry on without each other So keep me awake for every moment Give us more time to be this way We can't stay like this forever But I can have you next to me today

We become lost, Unsteady. Take a deep breath, Pray. You will not always be lost. You are right here, In your time, In your place.

Breath is our entrance into story making—it is a promise. It is a constant ritual that we all share, and it is essential in poetry.-Joy Harjo

Untitled Either a snail's moist web of moonlight, or someone's hot breath at four a.m. when the night has been too much, has eaten you whole. This is my life. It has been sifted through the bones of my body, through blood. It is all that I have.

Her escape is my own. I tell her, yes. Yes. We ride out for breath over the distance. Night air approaches, the galloping other-life. No sound. No sound.

In the subway the trains move so swiftly you can never catch your breath. Outside the grimy window that's a reflecting surface like a mirror mostly there are the rushing tunnel walls, that slow as the train slows for a station, and the doors open with a pneumatic hiss like the sigh of a great ugly beast, and passengers lurch off, and new passengers lurch on, and I lift my eyes hopeful and yearning Who will be my destiny? Which one of you?

For such an effort would be like drawing a single breath in the knowledge that you would not draw another. You were fated to suffocate, to die. You were fated to become extinct.

First principle of life: Breathe.

Miraba caer las gotas iluminadas por los relámpagos, ya cada que respiraba suspiraba, y cada vez que pensaba, pensaba en ti

Sospirava molto - Quello è male. Ogni sospiro è come un sorso di vita che se va.

No había aire. Tuve que sorber el mismo aire que salía de mi boca, deteniéndolo con las manos antes de que se fuera. Lo sentía ir y venir, cada vez menos; hasta que se hizo tan delgado que se filtró entre mis dedos para siempre

Eso es malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

Vsak vzdih je izdih življenja, ki gre iz tebe.

14 For he is the searcher of the thoughts and counsels of the heart; whose breath is in us, and when he pleases he can take it from us.

It is late afternoon. The world has paused to catch its breath, and the ice-cream streets melt slowly in the sun. The people of Pennsylvania wait in the hush for the twilight that will soften the tempered Gerber edges of their world.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

So long as breath remains in our lungs, untapped potential lies inside us, waiting to be released. The reason we are still alive is that we are carrying something inside us that this generation needs. That's why we're not yet in heaven.

Everyone is a mouth breather and everyone has rampant tooth decay.

The quicker your breath, the more agitated you are; the deeper your breath, the more relaxed you are.