Quotes About Breath

How is breath control the means for mind control? M: There is no doubt that breath control is the means for mind control, because the mind, like breath, is a part of air, because the nature of mobility is common to both, because the place of origin is the same for both, and because when one of them is controlled the other gets controlled.

The difficulty was in controling the mind. "It is to be done by controling the breath. If you practise it by yourself without help, then the mind is controlled. Otherwise the mind comes under control spontaneously in the presence of a superior power. Such is the greatness of association with the wise (satsanga). 1935may15

Don't just THINK about life, BREATHE LIFE!

Only once in a while you become aware of your intrinsic nature, with sudden bursts of empty spaces, without any effort on your part, you come home, rejoice every breath so deep and so soothing, you relax, unfocused, you skip into timelessness. This is the greatest mystery, the greatest gift of existence, without any identification to your senses, no clutches of your old patterns of mind. Few Glimpses of Heaven on the earth! I have experienced, have you?

Blow O wind to where my loved one is. Touch him and come touch me soon. I'll feel his gentle touch through you and meet his beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can live by them alone that he and I breathe the same air and that the Earth we tread is one.

Breathe. Slow. Observe. Break the link between sensation and reaction. Breathe into the gap between them. Blind reaction is attachment. Blind reaction is slavery. Freedom exists in the gap. Choice exists in the gap.

Breathe. Slow. Observe. Break the link between sensation and reaction. Breathe into the gap between them. Blind reaction is attachment. Blind reaction is slavery. Freedom exists in the gap. Choice exists in the gap. I exist in the gap.

Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer.

You Ain't Livin', if you Ain't Breathin' And you Ain't Breathin', if you Ain't Receivin'...LOVE>Ramon. LOVE is >(greater than) me, you, anyone. Nothing, in this world, matters, when the air runs out. It's in this moment, that you know whom and what you love. So smile, be Thankful, seize the day and take time to breathe. It's free.

Are you still doing that crap?" I ask. "You can't even do it properly," Eileen says. "Just a matter of practice," Simone says. "Wow! Practicing how to poison yourself and make your breath reek like the fart of a seagull!" Eileen cries.

and could hear her susurrus breath sounding like leaves stirring

Only the living have the privilege of saying they'll fight to the last breath, and words like conviction and resolve don't mean much to a dead man.

I can calm myself by an intense will, and also by the simple ability to focus in the most dangerous situation on breath and nothing else.

In the inhalation and exhalation there is an energy and a lively divine spirit, since He, through his spirit supports the breath of life, giving courage to the people who are in the earth and spirit to those who walk on it.

I'm a confident guy. But it's surreal to hear my name called in the same breath as Randy Moss, my favorite receiver. That's the cool thing about having some success.

Every play is rhythmic control. If you want an audience to go on a journey, it's rhythmic control. You're crafting when they lean in, when they push back, when they breathe, when they surrender.

he breathed like an old Ford with a leaky head gasket.

I never drink on duty, she said coldly. Besides somebody might smell my breath. You're working for me now. All my employees are required to get liquored up from time to time. Besides, if you had a good dinner and were to eat a couple of the Chasers in the kitchen cabinet, nobody would smell your breath.

My father used to say, "a day spent breathing is a good day

He remembered how his father had told him that when it snowed even humans could see the wind, and it was so. He watched as gusty eddies danced and flickered, a single flake pausing for a moment to hover before his eyes, a twirling crystal of light, the exhale of his warm breath causing it to dance away even as it melted.

Uncountable the number off breaths I've taken for granted in my life.

Uncountable the number of breaths I've taken for granted in my life.

She wanted to buckle, lie on her side and gasp like an eviscerated fish. She held her breath against it, but her mouth parted. She cared naught for living in the moment, but apparently her body was sensible. It wanted to breathe.

Picture, if you will, Tommy, the fuse of a cannon. Now, when one touches a flame to a fuse, what happens? It's consumed bit...' He stepped toward her, so close that his boot toes nearly touched the toes of her slippers. She sucked in a breath. But she stood her ground when his knees brushed hers. '...by bit...' His voice had gone perilously soft. '...by bit. Until...' His breath fluttered her hair. His mouth was next to her ear now. 'Boom.