Quotes About Breath

She's alive!

He wasn't dead!

Dafür dass wir, wie auch die Tiere, von den Pflanzen leben, ja ohne sie nicht einmal atmen könnten, genügt kein einfacher Dank – Verehrung ist angebracht.

Mi accorgevo del corpo, del suo interno, accanto a lei: del battito del sangue a fior di polso, del rumore dell'aria nel naso, del traffico della macchina cuorepolmoni. Accanto al suo corpo esploravo il mio, calato nell'interno, sbatacchiato come il secchio nel pozzo.

Esiste nel corpo la neve che non si squaglia in nessun ferragosto, rimane dentro il fiato come il mare dentro una conchiglia vuota.

I sat down at the table, took a deep breath, smiled at Detective Masterson, and nodded at Deputy Slalom. It was going to be a great summer. Normal.

My breathing is a tide. Love doesn't die.

The mother had taken the visitors' room to sleep in ever since the day two months ago when Death had walked whitely into that larger room and frozen with his strange breath the father of her youngest child.

Dis wat 'n mens Hollands kan maak. Hierdie water wat soos asem om jou is.

Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths.

That's just the trouble, you make an effort to think about it. Concentrate entirely on your breathing, as if you had nothing else to do!" It took me a considerable time before I succeeded in doing what the Master wanted. But—I succeeded.

Prayer is speech at its most alive. The breath that is breathed into us by God we breathe back to God.

For those who choose to live no longer as tourists but as pilgrims, the Songs of Ascents combine all the cheerfulness of a travel song with the practicality of a guidebook and map. Their unpretentious brevity is excellently described by William Faulkner. "They are not monuments, but footprints. A monument only says, 'At least I got this far,' while a footprint says, 'This is where I was when I moved again.'"9

Mercy is a source of life because we breathe our own spirits through it into the lives of others.

THERE IS NO DEATH! WHAT SEEMS SO IS TRANSITION; THIS LIFE OF MORTAL BREATH IS BUT A SUBURB OF THE LIFE ELYSIAN, WHOSE PORTAL WE CALL DEATH. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Around you this night a thousand million firefly anatomies breathe in and out in their slow-burning liturgical glow.

Black is closing in around my eyes. I realize with a great, tired sadness that I am losing the world. The walls, the molding on the door frame, the yellow of the lamp, his back at the sink… are all achingly beautiful. I reach out and feel myself groping in the air, feel myself falling great distances, feel nothing at all. Suddenly, with a red rush I can breathe and I can see. I get up from the floor before he turns around and says, "You look flushed.

When I hug trees, the bark marks my cheek and reminds me I'm alive. Or that my nervous system is still intact. The trees breathe all the time and no one really notices. They take in all the air we choke on. They live and die in silence. So I hug them. Someone should.

The trees breathe all the time and no one really notices. They take in the air we choke on. They live and die in silence. So I hug them. Someone should.

Half man and half beast Cursed to draw breath The other wolves fear him For his name is death.

I think in all cultural organizations there has to be renewal. I'm also of a certain age that someone new can come in with a breath of fresh air. Things change, and I think that's important.

Even if you had the wherewithal to embarrass a reporter, there was no mechanism to do it. And in most cases, you might as well save your breath because the reporter had no shame anyway.

Words are like breath," she said, "you say them and they're gone. But writing traps them.

When a great adventure is launched with a powerful thrust, fatigue in the muscles and doubts in the mind are swept away by a fullness that moves life along like a breath from the depths of the soul.