Quotes About Breath

Music is what I breathe, what I love to do. It keeps me alive.

He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.

Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and dived deeply into her ocean of love and that's how I saved my soul!

Take a deep breath and pause for one minute without doing anything! There did you feel the magic?

Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.

Love for you dances within & around my core of being as regular as the beat of my heart. As certain as the draw and release of each breath.

Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.

Do no drown me with mediocrity, give me passion, desire, make me inhale breaths of lust and love in the dark hours that tingle down my spine...

I wish that the last breath of your life is a sigh of relief.

When I was living alone in Montreal, heartbroken over a lost love, she sent me a quote from Paul Valéry. One word per letter, though, so it took me months to figure out. Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm… you will triumph.

Ona's laughter is the finest, the most exquisite sound in all of nature, filled with breath and promise, and the only sound she releases into the world that she doesn't also try to retrieve.

Demano un breu respir. L'Ona Friesen em torna a mirar encuriosida, potser el que la intriga és la idea d'un «respir» (de ben segur que és una paraula que no havia sentit mai, ni en una traducció), o potser l'encurioseix la idea d'un respir sostingut, l'exquisida angoixa del pensament no expressat, de la narració de la vida, del fil que lliga, que ferma, que reté. Un respir, un alè, sostinguts. La narrativa. Les dones me'l concedeixen.

No m'havia fixat que rigués tant, com la seva mare, com les dones de Molotschna. Que es reservaven l'alè per riure.

To live in sync with who we truly are means to recognize that we are dependent on God for our very breath and are graced with many good things; it means to be grateful to the giver and attentive to the purpose for which the gifts are given.

Nurses came to his house to work with Morrie's withering legs.. bending them back and forth as if pumping water from a well.. He met with meditation teachers, and closed his eyes and narrowed his thoughts until his world shrunk down to a single breath, in and out, in and out.

People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless. I kept picturing him there, in the house with the Japanese maple.. counting his breath, squeezing out every moment with his loved ones, while I spent so many hours on things that meant absolutely nothing to me personally.

Morrie talked about his most fearful moments, when he felt his chest locked in heaving surges or when he wasn't sure where his next breath would come from. These horrifying times, he said, and his first emotions were horror, fear, anxiety. But once he recognized the feel of those emotions, their texture, their moisture, the shiver down the back, the quick flash of heat that crosses your brain - then he was able to say, Okay,. This is fear. Step away from it. Step away.

People are slowly dying everywhere, he said. They are also continuously living. Every moment they draw breath. they can find the glory I put here on Earth, if they look for it.

The air went dead. All sounds disappeared. It was like that T. S. Eliot poem, "the still point of the turning world," as if the entire planet held its breath.

You lose something every day you live, Annie. Sometimes it's as tiny as the breath you just expelled, sometimes it's so big you think you won't survive it." He took her left hand. "But you do, right?

He whispers a benediction and breathes it into the air, spreading his hope for you with a contraction of the lungs.

Come with me, Mack," I said. "Back to my place." I tried to pull my hand back. Our fingers were intertwined like those bloody hospital robes. I didn't mind, even when he scared me a little. The blood that kept us alive was trapped just under our skin, racing through veins. All those cells inside and out were fighting for a way to move closer together, beyond the trap of skin, dependent on breath.

You're in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love's not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It'll never be enough. I want eternity.