Quotes About Breath

for he seemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls

Known some call is air am.

I also think it's somewhat of a relief not to hear the true story. I mean you look at the horror . . . and you have to take a deep breath and ask yourself, do I really want to know what happened there? In my experience, most people don't. They usually look away.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion, the odd taste of champagne in summer, and the art of promise-keeping.

I tell me: Let these words be footsteps, because I have a long way to travel. Let the words walk the dirty streets. Let them make their way across the crying grass. Let them stand and breathe and pant smoke in winter evenings. And when they're tired and have fallen down, let them buckle to their feet ad arc around me, watchful. I want these words to be actions. Give them flesh and bones, I say to me, and eyes of hunger and desire, so they can write and fight me through the night.

Cogió a la niña por la espalda y la estrechó con fuerza contra ella. Cantó una canción, pero en voz tan baja que Liesel apenas la oyó. Las notas nacían en su aliento y morían en sus labios.

She sang a song, but it was so quiet that Liesel could not make it out. The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.

Det enda jag hör efter det är min egna andhämtning och ljudet av lukten, av mina egna steg

Woher weiß man, ob etwas lebendig ist? Man schaut nach, ob es atmet.

There were great big shrugs of breath of him...

Die Noten wurden in ihrem Atem geboren und starben auf ihren Lippen.

How do you tell if someone is alive? You check for breathing.

When you find yourself stressed, tense, and veering toward anxiety eating, take a time-out for just three breaths. Long, deep breaths.

Anxiety is there. It is only sleeping. Its breath quivers perpetually through Dasein, only slightly in those who are jittery, imperceptibly in the 'Oh, yes' and the 'Oh, no' of men of affairs; but most readily in the reserved, and most assuredly in those who are basically daring. But those daring ones sustained by that on which they expend themselves—in order thus to preserve the ultimate grandeur of existence.

La renuncia no quita. La renuncia da. Da la fuerza inagotable de lo sencillo. El aliento (del camino de campo) hace morar en un largo origen.

They were specific about symptoms of grief—the sensations of choking, shortness of breath, feelings of emptiness, endless crying. But nothing warned her that when she wasn't experiencing those symptoms of anguish, all that was left was a sense of meaninglessness. A great, vast gray space of nothingness

No little part of the torment of existence lies in this, that Time is continually pressing upon us, never letting us take breath, but always coming after us, like a taskmaster with a whip. If at any moment Time stays his hand, it is only when we are delivered over to the misery of boredom.

No little part of the torment of existence lies in this, that Time is continually pressing upon us, never letting us take breath, but always coming after us, like a taskmaster with a whip. If at any moment Time stays his hand, it is only when we are delivered over to the misery of boredom. But