Quotes About Breath

Silas was tired of living in a world where everyone and everything held its breath.

Eighty percent of those she examined were found to have periods of "email apnea.

It is important to recognize each moment as "magical" and full of potential. Everything is magical, in the sense that it is wondrous and unique—every breath, every step, every stir of your soup. Every act is an act of magic. The magic is life itself.

Todo es mágico porque todo es maravilloso y único: cada respiración, cada paso, cada vuelta a la sopa. Cada acto es un acto de magia. La magia es la vida misma.

We can also see how desire sees just the attractive qualities of the breath we imagine we want, divorced from the reality of our breathing - which is sometimes tight and sometimes smooth, and always is changing. This examination can give us exceptional insight as to how desire operates in our lives - how it adheres to its object, how it makes its object more attractive than it really is and makes us blind to unattractive aspects. We can examine how insatiable it is.

Who knows whether living is dying, and breathingIs eating, and sleeping is a wool blanket?

You see, for me [art]'s not one of life's ornaments, rococo relaxation to be greeted affably after a day of hard work; I'm inverted on this : for me it's my very breath, the one thing necessary, and all else is excretion and a latrine.

The Camino is a form of extended walking meditation, a practice in many traditions. "Each mindful breath, each mindful step, reminds us that we are alive on this beautiful planet," explains the Buddhist master Thich Nhat Hanh.[14] "We don't need anything else. It is wonderful enough just to be alive, to breathe in, and to make one step.

But I need solitude--which is to say, recovery, return to myself, the breath of a free, light, playful air.

Time is like a well whose shaft goes down to death - to my death - to my perdition. The gulf of time: how I shudder to look down on time! My death is at its bottom and its dank breath mounts up and chills me.

Calgary wins for my coldest New Year's Eve gig. That's when I learned Fahrenheit and Celsius cross at 40 below. I could see callers' breath coming out of my phone.

I love this life. I feel like I am always catching my breath and saying, 'Oh! Will you look at that?' Photography has been my way of bearing witness to the joy I find in seeing the extraordinary in ordinary life. You don't look for pictures. Your pictures are looking for you.

My biggest turn-off is if a woman doesn't have a real passion for something... and bad breath!

Look at the newborn baby. It struggles to breathe after living in the womb. And yet, growth comes as a result of struggle. Even when we talk about jihad. We need to attach consciousness to struggle. This struggle has to be both individual and collective.

In life, you are struck by the importance of presence, of the small moments of meaning, the miracle of your child's breath, the feelings of deep human connection. When you are thinking about technology, your mind is not on all of that.

You can talk yourself into a good emotional state. I stop for a second, take a deep breath, and think about something that's beautiful. A beautiful thought for me is cutting the umbilical cord for my child. I can guarantee you that your emotional state will change.

Being still may sound a little crazy to some, but I really encourage people to simply listen to your own breath and unclog all those thoughts running through your mind. It's important to take a step back.

Even the cleanest air, at the centre of the South Pacific or somewhere over Antarctica, has two hundred thousand assorted bits and pieces in every lungful. And this count rises to two million or more in the thick of the Serengeti migration, or over a six-lane highway during rush hour in downtown Los Angeles.

Having good health, being able to breathe and be happy, that's one of the most beautiful gifts. On top of that, I have the gift to play music and make people happy through that. I'm just telling you from my heart, I'm so in love with life.

There is a way of breathing that's a shame and a suffocation and there's another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Faith is to the soul what life is to the body. Prayer is to faith what breath is to life. How a man can live and not breathe is past my comprehension, and how a man can believe and not pray is past my comprehension too.