Quotes About Breath

ese rumor de aliento libre en primavera que corre al mar para volver y volver a partir. that whisper of the free breath of spring that flows seaward only to return returning only to depart again. (de Negro)

Do you think I will be able to breathe fire or spit poison?" Temeraire asked. "I am not sure how I could tell; I tried, but I only blew air.

And am I—am I clean?" I asked finally, dreading the answer. "Yes," he said. "No corruption could have hidden from that last spell. If we'd done it sooner, it would have killed you. The shadows would have had to steal the breath from your blood to live.

Blue shadows stretched out over the snow, cast by a pale thin light shining somewhere behind me, and as my breath rose in quick clouds around my face, the snow crunched: some large creature, picking its way toward the sleigh.

They wept no animal's tears. They mourned in a great wickerwork of hard muscle and ragged breath. The hot smell of their coats, their black lips pulled back over ivory teeth, stiff sprays of white whiskers; their heavy hair plaited with silver and faience. Their thick hides shivered, as cattle will shiver away flies. I sweated and tried not to clear my throat.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.

Az ember azért hisz, amiért levegÅ't vesz: mert életben akar maradni.

Respirar se le ha acabado, se lo digo yo. Piense que un traje de novia es como una escafandra de buzo: no es el mejor sitio para respirar, lo divertido empieza cuando se lo quitan. El Prisionero del Cielo

It was as if the mist were none other than the frozen breath of Dr. Cain, waiting with a smile for the moment of his return.

el simple acto de respirar era la experiencia más maravillosa que había conocido en toda su existencia.

One knows one is alive because it hurts, because suddenly everything matters, and because when that brief moment is over, the rest of one's existence becomes a memory to which one tries in vain to return while there is some breath left in one's body.

It's like concentrating on your own breath: once you start thinking about the air rushing in and out of your body, your breath has a way of getting stuck in your throat so that you understand how easy it would be to fall down and die.

When the three girls stepped outside, Nancy took a deep breath of air. She loved the earthy smell of the forests surrounding the lake resort, particularly the scent of the tall pines. "What a day!" she exclaimed. Only a few fleecy white clouds broke the clear blue sky.

Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe. You would think it would be an innate human instinct but no, i inhale and forget to exhale and so I find my body rigid, all tensed up, heart pounding , chest tight with an anxious head wondering what's wrong.

I'd been holding my breath all that time and as soon as she turned, I let it out. My heart twisted again and for a moment I panicked. I wanted to call her back, take it back. I wanted to go to Blake, take him back. Live the way we had always lived together. But then I remembered, habit.

I felt a sudden momentary sense of unreality, as if the play yard, with its black asphalt floor and its white base lines, were my entire world now, as if all the previous years of my life had led me somehow to this one ball game, and all the future years of my life would depend upon its outcome. I stood there for a moment, holding the glasses in my hand and feeling frightened. Then I took a deep breath, and the feeling passed. It's only a ball game, I told myself. What's a ball game?

I walked back to the living room and found my father asleep on the sofa, his round mouth pursed and tightly shut, his breath filtering softly through his nose. A single fly, its armored back an oily, metallic green, was dancing a circle on his chin. What he'd brought home from work.

Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven.

Al inhalar, contemplo cómo lo abandono. Al exhalar, siento la dicha de abandonarlo. (Contemplando cómo lo abandono. Dicha.)

Thich Nhat Hanh

Sitting and watching our breath is a wonderful practice, but it is not enough. For transformation to take place, we have to practice mindfulness all day long, not just on our meditation cushion. Mindfulness is the Buddha. Just as vegetation is sensitive to sunlight, mental formations are sensitive to mindfulness. Mindfulness is the energy that can embrace and transform all mental formations.

When you're in bed and unable to sleep, the best thing to do is to go back to your breathing.

Anapana means breath and sati means mindfulness. Tang Hoi translated it as "Guarding the Mind." The Anapanasati Sutra, that is, is the sutra on using one's breath to maintain mindfulness.

it seems hard at first, you can substitute the method of counting your breath. As you breathe in, count 1 in your mind, and as you breathe out, count 1. Breathe in, count 2. Breathe out, count 2. Continue through 10, then return to 1 again.