Quotes About Breath

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

When it's happening it is too beautiful, too overwhelming, and you can feel it's being lost with every breath you take.

And we do breathe. We breathe and we taste and we smell and we feel and we thirst.

I entrusted myself to his arms, I opened my lips to his, I bowed my head to press my face to his chest, and as I listened to his beating heart, I breathed deep, as if the very air had been denied to me until that moment.

her sister's snuffly breaths across the room. Okay, then: think of Derek's proposal. He had no idea how much he'd asked of her, suggesting she give up her work with Dr. Brogan. The discovery of language had been her great epiphany in college.

Flung is too harsh a word for the rush of the world. Blown is more like it, but blown by a generous, unending breath.

I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I open my eyes. Looking, I see there are worms in the horns of the altar like live maggots in amber, there are shells of worms in the rock and moths flapping at my eyes. A wind from no place rises. A sense of the real exults me; the cords loosen: I walk on my way.

Spring comes into Massachusetts with her famous flame. God's breath warming the winter out of things

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

Now breathe or I'll do it for you.

Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel's every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot as he started towards the great hall.

Connecting to your breath when thoughts or images arise is like spotting a friend in a crowd: you don't have to shove everyone else aside or order them to go away; you just direct your attention, your enthusiasm, your interest toward your friend. 'Oh,' you think, 'there's my friend in that crowd. Oh, there's my breath, among those thoughts and feelings and sensations.

Stealth Meditation If you start to feel overwhelmed, take a quick, centering moment—as short as following three breaths—to connect with a deeper sense of yourself.

The breath is the first tool for opening the space between the story you tell yourself about love.

Balance The Stress Factor The Beauty of Mental Space Emotional Intelligence Take A Breath Negative Emotions Time and Priorities Boundaries A Culture of Wellness

Breathe in the connection to all things, to the beautiful world that is just beyond the window, to the birds I saw in the marshes by the river, to my neighbors and to myself. Breathe out to spread that awareness, to share it, with the little cities nearby and the big ones out in the distance, and all the places in between and beyond. Light pouring into me and light pouring out from me in a grateful relationship with the world.

Every time we forget to breathe or our minds wander or we're hijacked by feelings or sensations, we gently bring ourselves back to the breath, again and again.

He will not take her." Sabelle turned toward the booming declaration. Ice. His protective gaze was as tangible as a caress. She swallowed. "Of course not," Duke assured. "Sabelle is too important to our cause." Ice stormed around the table until he hovered beside her, mere inches away, his body heat pouring over her. "If there is a breath left in my body, he will not take her.

Is the air okay? I texted. It hurts a little to breathe, my sister texted back. But we're okay. Jesus, I thought, is there a better and more succinct definition of grief than It hurts a little to breathe, but we're okay ?

Jesus, I thought, is there a better and more succinct definition of grief than It hurts a little to breathe, but we're okay?

Then she tells me that Jesus is still here because Jesus was once here. And parts of Jesus are still floating in the air. She tells me Jesus' DNA is part of the collective DNA. She tells we are all part of Jesus, we are all Jesus in part. She tells me to breathe deep during all our storms because you can sometimes taste Jesus in a good, hard rain.

As her father had so often said... Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.