Quotes About Breath

Cleopatra breathed my air,' Katherine muttered. 'She's delirious!' Chip said. 'No, she's right,' Alex said. 'Haven't you heard that thing about how, at any given moment, at least one atom of the air in your lungs was probably once in Cleopatra's lungs? Or George Washington's or Albert Einstein's or Martin Luther King's, or whoever you want to pick from history?

Sólo me diferencio de los muertos en que me está dado asfixiarme todavía un momento más.

È acrobata come nei vecchi tempi era poetessa, perché la forma particolare dei suoi polmoni la obbliga a scegliersi un mestiere che stia tra cielo e terra.

For a moment Ethan simply stares. Before him is the monster of his nightmares: his sister's murderer, the beast who robbed him of his greatest love. How easy, how fulfilling would it be to take Marduk's life? But the arrow in Ethan's fingers slips to the ground. No. even revenge is too great an honor for you. As the night falls and brings an end to this long day of darkness, Marduk inhales his last staggered breath and his body turns to stone.

Todas las mañanas, al despertar, podemos bendecir el mundo. Podemos orar para lograr ser hoy los seguidores de algo realmente sagrado y verdadero. Podemos respirar profundo y entregarnos al Plan de Dios por toda nuestra vida. Y, cuando lo hagamos, experimentaremos los milagros. Lo más importante es esto: si no lo hacemos, nos sentiremos deprimidos.

Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant or we are incalculably precious and interesting. I tend toward the second view.

Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant or we are incalculably precious and interesting.

Say that we are a puff of warm breath in a very cold universe. By this kind of reckoning we are either immeasurably insignificant, or we are incalculably precious and interesting. I tend toward the second view. Scarcity is said to create value, after all.

In the matter of belief, I have always found that defenses have the same irrelevance about them as the criticisms they are meant to answer. I think the attempt to defend belief can unsettle it, in fact, because there is always an inadequacy in argument about ultimate things. We participate in Being without remainder. No breath, no thought, no wart or whisker, is not as sunk in Being as it could be. And yet no one can say what Being is.

vas a tocar del pulmón.

I could hear his breathing, every breath he borrowed from the world then set free.

Life hangs from so slender a thread. Life is but a sigh..

La vie ne tient qu'à si peu de chose, la vie n'est qu'un soupir ...

I want what everybody wants, that's how I know I'm still breathing...

In the practice of mindfulness, the ego's usual insistence on control and security is deliberately and progressively undermined. This is accomplished by steadily shifting one's center of gravity from the thinking mind to a neutral object like the breath, or in the case of my workshop, the random sounds of the environment.

Is it possible that, with each inhalation, we take in the world and awaken our soul? And with each exhalation, do we free ourselves of the world, which inevitably entangles us? Is this how we fill up and empty a hundred times a day, always seeking the gift of the two breaths? Perhaps this is the work of being.

Breathe like a fallen leaf and think of nothing. Just breathe and let your heart and mind be carried, however briefly, by the spirit you can't quite see.

Practicing As a man in his last breath drops all he is carrying each breath is a little death that can set us free. Breathing is the fundamental unit of risk, the atom of inner courage that leads us into authentic living. With each breath, we practice opening, taking in, and releasing. Literally, the teacher is under our nose. When anxious, we simply have to remember to breathe. So often we make a commitment to change our ways, but stall in the face of

From even the deepest slumber you wake with a jolt—older, closer to death, and wiser, grateful for breath.

In the cool of the evening I take to the bridges over the creek. I am prying into secrets again, and taking my chances. I might see anything happen; I might see nothing but light on the water. I walk home exhilarated or becalmed, but always changed, alive. "It scatters and gathers," Heraclitus said, "it comes and goes." And I want to be in the way of its passage and cooled by its invisible breath.

I was holding my breath. Is this where we live, I thought, in this place at this moment, with the air so light and wild?

From even the deepest slumber you wake with a jolt - older, closer to death, and wise, grateful for breath.

Mrs. Dadds, who was telling a story about her chilblains, brought her narrative to a more or less satisfactory conclusion and paused to regain her breath.

inhale one count, hold four counts, exhale two counts. If you inhaled for four seconds, you would hold for sixteen and exhale for eight.