Quotes About Breath

Where may one breathe?" demands one Continental Macaroni, in a yellow waistcoat, "— in New-York, Taverns have rooms where Smoke is prohibited." "Tho' clearly," replies the itinerant Stove-Salesman Mr. Whitpot, drawing vigorously at his Pipe, "what's needed is a No-Idiots Area.

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

E' nel sogno che le anime respirano, che s'intrufola la grandezza dell'uomo.

I breathe in Your love, Lord, and I breathe out all negativity and unbelief.

Joy … It's a journey we all embark upon from the first moment we draw breath. We search so avidly for it. We cannot help it; it's inherent in our nature. Yet no matter how hard we strive, our joy can never truly be complete until we find it in the Lord.

that regret, the anger – well, it's like holding your breath. It ends up suffocating you. I had to let it go.

as she breathed deeply, trying to lower her pulse rate. Rick

A deep breath as I worked the cobwebs out, then I stood. Reality came crashing home. Someone had attacked me. Here. On Morris Island. Miles from anywhere a stranger should be. Facts molded into conclusions. I'd been targeted. There was no other reasonable explanation. Not for an attack on this deserted beach, at this late hour. Not out here in the middle of nowhere.

The air's okay," Jake

You've got to breathe! And make the bridge between the top half of your body and the bottom. Between the woman in you who's sweet and tender, and the woman in you who's a bitch.

I feel it, that expansiveness specific to childhood, the breath filling you all the way up to the puff of your cheeks, the feeling that each breath is good.

This world is dark and it's so hard to breathe... but in this instant, when I laughed along with you, I felt that breathing just got a little easier. -Kanda Yuu

God's true language: Hebrew. Latin. Arabic. Sanskrit. As if utterance fit into the requirements of the human mouth. I learned how to find the new moon by looking for the circular absence of stars. [...] I learned God's true language is only silence and breath.

Happiness flutters in the air whilst we rest among the breaths of nature.

You have to, take a deep breath. and allow the music to flow through you. Revel in it, allow yourself to awe. When you play allow the music to break your heart with its beauty.

There is a qigong saying, "When the intent (yi) arrives, the qi [life force] arrives." This means that the more your mind is focused on what you are doing, the more qi you can develop and control.

Consequently, to form the experience, the length of the line for a haiku thought must have the same length as the duration of the single event of "ah-ness," which is a breath's length, even as Igarashi has pointed out.15 Consequently, the length of a verse is made up of those words which we can utter during one breath. The length, that is, is necessitated by haiku nature and by the physical impossibility of pronouncing an unlimited number of syllables in a given breath.

Only I and the sunset In the snow-valley of your breast And the slow shadows of the motion of your breath, Only I and moonrise in the valley of your breast And the dark of sleep ... Until lilies in the valley have opened, And I am awake with petals And with the birds of your voice.

Below -60° cold will find the last microscopic touch of oil in an instrument and stop it dead. If there is the slightest breeze, you can hear your breath freeze as it floats away, making a sound like that of Chinese firecrackers. As does the morning dew, rime coats every exposed object. And if you work too hard and breathe too deeply, your lungs will sometimes feel as if they were on fire.

I cannot write of things which even impassioned breath cannot utter. Autumn is coming with its days of gold, its days of reverie and of you—oh, such delightful hours that my heart burns within me at the anticipation.

Oh, I'm a breather, I'm a respirateur, isn't that enough?" He asked, "Why do people have to work? Why do people think they have to work?" He

Durante unos pocos segundos, creo que me olvidé de respirar. A veces la vida se detiene. Solo unos segundos, sin ningún movimiento. Es como si el mundo enmudeciera para subrayar lo que es importante de verdad. Después, todo vuelve a sonar con más fuerza.

For every in-breath there is an out-breath, and as these two currents meet in the nose, a fine microclimate is set up.

Restricting the breath is a quick way of stopping an unpleasant, unwelcome feeling. The trouble is that it also stops your life energy in general.