Quotes About Exhale

As a kid, I said, 'I want to write for movies.' When I finally had that opportunity it was like I was able to exhale. 'Wow, I'm finally doing this for real.'

He breathed once more, holding the air in his chest, as if it were not air but something more--a sweet taste of freedom, of all cares lifted, everything over and done.

Tonight we will exhale and teach. Now it's time to inhale. There is the in-breath and there is the out-breath, and it's easy to believe that we must exhale all the time, without ever inhaling. But the inhale is absolutely essential if you want to continue to exhale.

The oranges of Bosch's Millennium . . . exhale this dreamlike reality which constantly eludes us and which is the very substance of life.

The light of love flows out of my soul, but it can go nowhere because it's blocked by pain. I could inhale and exhale every morning for the rest of my life, but that wouldn't solve anything.

Rincewind let his breath out in a long sigh. It hurried off to hide somewhere.

I can feel the fear coming out of me like sweat.

All he heard was his own labored breathing, followed by an echo of that breathing. He inhaled and heard a louder inhale. He exhaled, and it exhaled too. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. Silence is worse when you know it won't be broken, and Eddie knew.

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

When I exhale, I just turn right into Louie Anderson.

Sus características respiratorias se definen por una breve y abrupta inspiración por la nariz seguida de una espiración por la boca abierta, el aire saliendo en breves sacadas explosivas que pueden invadir hasta la pausa espiratoria.

you could use your mouth to speak rather than to inhale.

Rowan let out his breath, not even realizing he had been holding it.

Breathe and you know that you are alive.

Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.

Just a foul stench, as if every dead man in the vicinity had sat up and expelled a breath

Mean as yellow jackets, dumb as dirt. He sighed, the sharp exhale like the hiss of the plants all around.

Poets smoke nature and beauty and angst and exhale swirling plumes of poetry.

Breath is life.

Gratitude is not a limited resource, nor is it costly. It is abundant as air. We breathe it in but forget to exhale.

The desert sunset clouds exhale pink puffs of dusky smoke.

Breath is the first thing we do coming into this life, breath is the last thing we do leaving this life, and breath regulates everything in between.

The most important thing in life is to be able to breathe.

She longed for the hour when she could relax and release the breath she seemed to have been holding for years. She