Quotes About Breathing

Laughing is also good for your respiratory system.

If you are not used to the g-forces, it can really mess with you. There's this overwhelming power that sweeps through the cabin. Your senses get pegged out. You're looking for comfort or safety but you won't find any. All you can do is keep breathing.

Millions of people with respiratory diseases have relied on oxygen equipment, delivered to their homes, to help them breathe.

We found out the Gemini spacesuit was, well, oxygen was flowing to keep me cool as well as to breathe, and it wasn't good enough. My visor got fogged.

When I'm not on set, I'm either fresh-faced to give my skin some breathing time, or if I'm going out, I prefer more of a nude palette, usually a mauve lip and some light brown eyeshadow!

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor. THICH NHAT HANH

The covering of insects is not solid,' said Nova cheerfully. 'Plenty of air gets in.' 'What do you know? You don't need to breathe! They'll get into my mouth.' 'No they w--' she said, and broke off spluttering. 'Pleugh, eugh!

The Da Jing street market is little more than a few narrow intersections, barely six blocks long. But for a visitor, it is a living, breathing education in Shanghai cuisine, a style distinguished by its thick savory sauces spiked with sugar and soy sauce.

I really try to take a step back from the soccer world and going a thousand miles an hour every day. I like to do some sort of either meditation or mental visualization or breathing exercises - something to calm my mind down because a lot of times, it's just going faster than it should.

Growing up, I did quite a bit of reading on the mental side. My dad, who coached me, had us doing a lot of different types of mental work, like visualization. I read a couple of tennis books that talked about calming your nerves, belief, visualization, relaxing, breathing.

Everything has a purpose or premise. Every second of our life has its own premise, whether or not we are conscious of it at the time. That premise may be as simple as breathing or as complex as a vital emotional decision, but it is always there.

I called their attention also to the absence of all means of ventilating the hall, remarking that, as we had already breathed the air which it contained for a full hour, it must have lost much of its vital properties and needed to be renewed.

I've never really focused on if I had good habits when I sang or if I had bad habits, or if I was breathing correctly. So, I started doing vocal exercises and would stretch out before I sang, stuff to help my breathing. It's funny, you breathe your whole life then you find out you're not doing it correctly.

When I first started singing - before 'Treat Me Like Fire' when I was working with a vocal coach - I realized that I wasn't even breathing when I was singing.

I could probably use some tips from a vocal trainer or something about breathing, but we all know it's not about technical prowess.

If you actually relax your vocal cords they actually work better.

We do scales, vocal exercises every day. I run the voice up and down, get as high as I can and as low as I can. I work on breathing, too.

from our point of view, as long as you are breathing, there is more right with you than wrong with you, no matter what is wrong.

as long as you are breathing there is more right with you than wrong with you, no matter what is wrong.

All professionals who make special use of their breathing as part of their work, such as opera singers, wind instrument players, dancers, actors, and martial artists, know the value of breathing from the belly and of "grounding" or anchoring their awareness in this region.

His life was much fuller than hers, and the breathing space this gave her was welcome. If she wanted his complete attention again, all she had to do was put his hands on her body; he was not undoglike himself in this regard.

Some part of him must know this is unreasonable even as he thinks it. But his mind can't accept the alternative. If it's all his fault, what earthly excuse does he have be still breathing?

what I have done is risked everything for that hour, that hour in the black night, where one flashing light looks like love, I have pulled over my body's car and let myself believe that the dance was only for me, that this gift of a breathing one-who-wants was always a gift, was the only sign worth stopping for, that the neon glow was a real star, gleaming in its dying, like us all, like us all.

we swim in our second language, we breathe in our first