Quotes About Breath

Words are like breath," she said. "You say them and they're gone. But writing traps them. You could write down stories, poems.

Leaden fatigue crept into his limbs. With every breath, the icy frost sliced into his throat. Utterly exhausted, he leaned against one of the stones. Gusting wind tore at his frost-stiffened clothes. The belt around his upper leg had loosened, and blood now seeped through the scraps of wool.

Stars danced in front of Mandred's eyes. The pain . . . he could barely breathe. A blow to the chest knocked him off balance. A second sent him sprawling. He blinked, trying to see clearly again. The elf was so fast that his movements were blurry, almost ghostlike.

Mandred leaned against an outcrop of rock to catch his breath. He'd come halfway, and he cast his eyes back to the edge of the forest. The darkness of the woods had barely allowed the green faerylight to penetrate, but there on the mountainside, everything was as plain to see as on a cloudless night under a full moon.

Life is just a breath. All that will matter forever and ever in our heavenly state is the glory that came to God through our lives.

Jesus loves us. He is not scandalized by our failures. He is not limited in what he can do with what's left after family disasters. Nothing is beyond his redemption when he is invited in. No one with a whit of breath left is beyond the reach of his grace.

The LORD God formed the man out of the dust from the ground and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils. Genesis 2:7

One was never taught how to begin at drama school. But all it required was one intake of breath.

When it's silent or when that energy of the audience isn't there, you feel the bumps a little more. You feel yourself losing breath a little quicker.

Meditation doesn't have to be complicated. What I do is about as simple as you can get. You could just count the beads, one, two, three, with your eyes closed or open, whatever makes you happy.

What am I? Do I know? I am a man: quite simply, a 'breather.'

How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

Leaning back on my elbows, I slid down till the water sealed over my head. I held my breath and listened to the scratch of river against my ears, sinking as far as I could into that shimmering, dark world.

Later, I lay awake listening to him sleep, the soft clouds of his breath filling the room. I couldn't close my eyes for happiness. It sprouted in me like a bright green shoot.

I took a deep breath and gazed up at him. "Jesus." His head slumped toward his shoulder and I saw he was looking at me. He didn't speak, nor did I, but I told myself later that everything that had ever passed between us was present then, that it was hidden somewhere among the suffering

The light around your body paled, there was a washed translucence in the air and then—the astonishment of your last breath brushed my face.

In this universe where I knew now we were not the center, where I was as insignificant and unremarkable as a grain of salt seen from a tower, God still allowed me to take my next breath.

When tragedy strikes, I must remember to breathe until I get to the fun part again.

They'd take Nina's hair tonight, leaving only enough to cover her scalp—the k.d. lang look, Jezebel explained. Paige would weave the hair, strand by strand, into a wig modeled after Nina's natural look. Sonnet nearly forgot to breathe, listening to Paige, whose eyes lit as she talked about her work.

She inhaled air so damp it seemed to drench her lungs.

Yeah,' he said with slow satisfaction. 'You need it bad. Worse than I do.' I gasped, 'Is it a competition? What do I win?' 'Shh. Turn off for a few seconds, Adrien.' 'A few seconds? Is that all it's--' I caught my breath as his finger moved knowledgeably, unerringly. 'There's the off button,' he murmured.

I kept my secrets, telling myself that they were the past. I ignored the ones that were still alive. The ones that touched every current breath, the ones I couldn't even tell myself.

This physical pull between us was a mind-twister; the reconnection was immediate and strong. Now that Cam was physically here, charging the scant space between us, I realized how much energy I'd dedicated to not thinking about him. … Being without him was like visiting Denver, where the elevation wasn't enough to kill me, but every breath took work.

Her whole body sang with a sick gladness that this was any child but hers. It was as immediate and involuntary as her heartbeat, and in her next breath, shame crept in. Not Shelby, thank God, thank God, but this girl was someone's.