Quotes About Breath

He heard Will's startled gasp, the long slow rattle of his breath permitted to slide back out.

The Goodlaw gave one of its enormous highly oxygenated sighs.

I look out through the lock into the darkless night, and the hugeness of the galaxy took my breath away.

Will. A name that still had the power to stop his breath. Aye, and i'd traffic with Hell for thee all over again, for a moment such as this.

The older I grow, the less important the comma becomes. Let the reader catch his own breath.

Summer was letting out one long, last, sweet breath before winter began to blast.

Look at the mid- sky, about halfway up from the horizon, and wait for your eyes to adjust," I said softly. "It will take five to ten minutes."He was quiet. The sky was full of stars; and the spaces between them were not fully black, because the longer we stared, the more the pricks of other stars peeked behind and next to them. I stole that time to listen to him breathe. I soaked up his presence, storing it for the future, burning it into my memory.

I breathe in and I remember you. I breathe out and remember you, I'll always remember everything.

A gentle kiss on the lips is like the breath of a fallen angel.

She had forgotten how many minutes of motherhood were devoted to this question, even before Edith's accident. Alive now? And now? The deeper Edith's sleep the shallower her life, it seemed. The extraordinary stillness of a sleeping baby! Look for a breath at the stomach, flush at the cheeks. Then Luetta would leave the room, come back. She lost hours to the question. Alive now, now, now?

He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.

Well get a furious weapon. Look how the springs are whirling round and you with your hat askew, without time to catch your breath and decide that THIS is the hour. Lying like an immobile amoeba, gigantic, out of season, and idiotically waiting for instigation. You know this can't be. Leave the washing up and take a look around.

That an infant can live at all, and for so many months, in such cramped and filthy quarters, and that without breathing, is unaccountable without the power of God.

Lasciate che il cuore faccia una pausa, fosse anche solo il tempo di cento battiti, tanto per riprendere fiato, e tutto è finito. I miliardi di battiti precedenti non conterebbero più nulla.

When I free my body from its clothes, from all their buttons, belts, and laces, it seems to me that my soul takes a deeper, freer breath.

Shim could not tell if the woozy light-headedness of nascent love that made his breath catch every time he saw Chun was partially a function of his own interrupted sleep as his hours began matching that of Nethersole's most in-demand midwife, or the warmth of Chun's strong, elegant hands when she switched from holding on to the bar under her seat to clutching his waist on a day when they hit a bump and she had to prevent herself from flying off the bike.

When you inhale, you are taking the strength from God. When you exhale, it represents the service you are giving to the world.

Breath is the vehicle of consciousness and so, by its slow measured observation and distribution, we learn to tug our attention away from external desires toward a judicious, intelligent awareness.

The mind (manas) and the breath (prana) are intimately connected and the activity or the cessation of activity of one affects the other.

There is something called "echo" exhalation that impresses this point even further. Exhale slowly and fully. Pause. Then exhale again. There is always a slight residue left in the lungs. In that residue is to be found the sludge of toxic memory and ego. In that brief further exhalation, let them go - and experience an even deeper state of relief from burden, of peace and emptiness.

Many ask me whether pranayama, controlling the breath, postpones old age. Why worry about it? Death is certain. Let it come when it comes. Just keep working. The Soul has no age. It doesn't die. Only the body decays. And yet, we must never forget the body, since it is the garden we must cherish and cultivate.

Inhalation is tension, exhalation is freedom.

in all asanas, ascend to descend and descend to ascend.

Hindus often say the GOD is Generator, Organizer, and Destroyer. Inhalation is the generating power, retention is the organizing power, and exhalation, if the energy is vicious, is the destroyer. This is prana at work. Vigor, power, vitality, life, and spirit are all forms of prana.