Quotes About Breath

He looked windblown and out of breath and ... virile. What a horrid, shocking word. Where had that thought come from?

Cleansing our emotional poison is a simple process. All it takes is the thought of love and our breath. We hold the wound in our mind briefly. Then we breathe deliberately while thinking of the word love. We can apply this cleansing routine to old wounds and new ones. When we clean a wound, it heals itself. We cannot clean a wound by sharing the poison with someone else. Such an action increases the poison.

They strolled toward town, stopping now and then to let him catch his breath and to gaze upward, for the west Kansas sky is black velvet on clear, cool December nights, and the Milky Way is strung across it like the diamond necklace of a crooked banker's mistress.

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...

Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire.

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? While the soul, after all, is only a window, and the opening of the window no more difficult than the wakening from a little sleep.

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

And someone's face, whom you love, will be as a star both intimate and ultimate, and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful. And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper: oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two beautiful bodies of your lungs.

Give me that dark moment; I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain. — Mary Oliver, from "Pen and Paper and a Breath of Air: Excerpts," Blue Pastures . (Mariner Books; 1 edition November 10, 1995)

Altitude sickness, also known as mountain sickness, is caused by a lack of oxygen at great heights. Symptoms include headaches, dizziness, and shortness of breath. Climbers traveling up Mount Erebus train for days by climbing to gradually increasing heights.

Morning breath" is hydrogen sulfide released by bacteria consuming shed tongue cells while you mouth-breathe for eight hours; saliva normally washes the debris away.

Something was moving; there was a kind of breathing brightness in the air, the wind of God brushing by, invisible in sunlight.

Like the first breath of living wind to the sailor becalmed and starving, I felt hope stir.

I am grateful for things from the beauty of being able to feel oxygen entering my mouth, flowing through my throat, and spreading through my lungs. I am grateful for my ability to feel emotions. I'm grateful for my ability to connect with other humans by exchanging words and feeling what the other person is really saying in the present moment.

Do not breathe simply to exist.

Un romanzo non è un'allegoria, è l'esperienza sensoriale di un altro mondo. Se non entrate in quel mondo, se non trattenete il respiro insieme ai personaggi, se non vi lasciate coinvolgere nel loro destino, non arriverete mai ad identificarvi con loro, non arriverete mai al cuore del libro. È cosi che si legge un romanzo: come se fosse qualcosa da inalare, da tenere nei polmoni. Dunque, cominciate a respirare.

Breath is the king of mind.

As breath stills our mind, our energies are free to unhook from the senses and bend inward.

I felt the breath of God go cold against my skin.

One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires.

Life could change with every breath.

I would bow slightly with my hands in my pockets, toward the birds and the evidence of life in their nests--because of their fecundity, unexpected in this remote region, and because the serene arctic light that came down over the land like breath, like breathing.

Hebrew anthropology was not dualistic (body and soul) but unitary. Nephesh means something like life force or even breath. It is not a substance that can leave a person and exist independently of the body. It is the thing that makes bodies live. When the body stops breathing, it becomes dead matter. In modern terms, when you stop breathing, your breath doesn't go somewhere. It just stops. So too with the Hebrew nephesh . The person is then dead.

a cycle of time seen through, cleanse our hard, inveterate stains and leave us clear ethereal sense, the eternal breath of fire purged and pure.