Quotes About Breath

I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolded me. It smelt of lawn sprinklers and station wagons and tennis rackets and dogs and babies.

A small, answering point in my own body flew towards it. I felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery -- air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.

A small, answering point in my own body flew toward it. I felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery- air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.

Then the sunlight burst into the room through the venetian blinds; I breathed hard, filling my lungs with air. I could see my feet, my arms; there I was. I tried hard to get back in my body again Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it was such a long way to my feet.

I stepped from the air-conditioned compartment onto the station platform, and the motherly breath of the suburbs enfolded me.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

What happens between us Happens in darkness, vanishes Easy and often as each breath.

I felt my lungd inflate with the inrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.

I felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.

felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.

Sentí que mis pulmones se inflaban con la avalancha de paisajes: aire, montañas, árboles, personas. Pensé: esto es lo que es ser feliz.

i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart

Among petals pale as death And leaves steadfast in shape They sleep on, mouth to mouth. A white mist is going up. The small green nostrils breathe, And they turn in their sleep. Ousted from that warm bed We are a dream they dream. Their eyelids keep the shade. No harm can come to them. We cast our skins and slide Into another time.

Cómo sabré cuándo he completado mi misión?». ¿La respuesta?: «Si sigues respirando es que no has terminado».

With each breath in, we breathe in life; each exhalation breathes out connection to all living things. There is no part of our lives that is not part of the sacred. "Re-member.

The last notes dripped from the mandolin and melted like magic coinage into nothing. The nothing contained the hall, the limbo that was blind as Cupid, did not breathe, held to its own fancies, its own hidden wants and musings.

To breathe was patently an act of will, each time more was taken than was needed, and yet found to be inadequate.

Your cousin draws blade as another man draws breath.

Do you believe everything can change in the space of one breath?

What if I have bad breath?' I asked. 'Chew on some gum,' she said. 'What if I can't find his tongue?' 'Back off on your tongue until you can feel his.' 'What if he throws up in my mouth?' 'Um, that would just be gross.

It's all in the way you breathe.

Oh mi amor, te extraño, me dolés en la piel, en la garganta, cada vez que respiro es como si el vacío me entrara en el pecho donde ya no estás

la música que se pasea por la piel, se incorpora a la sangre y a la respiración, y después basta, nada de razones profundas.

nada más que dejándome ir en el dejarse ir de las cosas, corriendo inmóvil con el tiempo. Y ya no soplaba viento.