Quotes About Breath

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is.

Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath.

On the path of love we don't feel we necessarily have control. In the yoga of love we feel it's only God who does everything. We can't breathe one breath without God.

Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth, and life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light.

Love is no conditions. Love is given, despite hurt or rejection. Love is life and breath and touch. Love is helping someone live.

Each breath I breathe is one more chance to share my love with those around me.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal." John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Thirty-Fifth President of the United States of America, former senator and representative from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Section 45, Grid U-35, Arlington National Cemetery.

Our basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal. - John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal." John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Thirty-Fifth President of the United States of America, former senator and representative from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

but he reserved his breath, or a soul, for you.

The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life. [ Job 33:4 NIV

Laura felt now completely detached from her body. It was, she considered, simply a piece of machinery that was running down. But how could the separation be made? How could she find herself without this machine that labored for breath and rejected food and sent her into misery with the coughing? It could not be tamed. It could not be cajoled. It had, she felt, to be quite simply rejected as irrelevant.

Together they breathed deeply, like people who exaggerate their soul because they have no other riches.' May Sarton, quoting Jean Dominique

The fog wasn't simply the steamy vapors off the bay caught and penned in by hills, but a soft breath of anonymity that shrouded and cushioned the bashful traveler.

She smiled then, an adorable, sweet smile that took his breath away. He forgot all about trying to maintain an air of civility. His inner caveman came barreling out, grunting and pounding his chest and muttering unintelligible words.

Susannah. My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. Susannah.... Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

One. Two. Three. Blink.

Just asleep, Eddis reassured her. At the sound of her voice Eugenides's head turned slightly, but he didn't wake. Attolia, seeing the movement, breathed again and pressed her hand to her chest where it hurt.

A shrug. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, just in case. She had perhaps a moment, before the valet came. A moment in which to try and relate a truth so deeply ingrained, it came to her lips like second nature. Dar.. A breath. If anything ever happened to you, there wouldn't be enough money in the world to patch the hole it would leave in me.

He expelled a long breath, smiled slightly as if in memory. "I heard them in their room. She said she was a bit tired, and he said that perhaps it was time to see what came next.

There is no calm for those who are uprooted. They are wanderers, homesick and defiant. Love itself is helpless to heal them though the dust rises with every footfall - drifts down the corridors - settles on branch or cornice - each breath an inhalation from the past so that the lungs, like a miner's, are dark with bygone times. Whatever they eat, whatever they drink, is never the bread of home or the corn of their own valleys. It is never the wine of their own vineyards. It is a foreign brew.

But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you … In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.

CORV: Honour! tut, a breath: There's no such thing, in nature: a mere term Invented to awe fools.

Their wings will shadow the sun, their breath will scorch the earth, and their fire will consume the righteous! So we all die ? No, no, no! We fight them! How do you fight a dragon ? I asked him. With prayer, boy, with prayer. So we all die.