Quotes About Breathing

Sing from the diaphragm, Princess," was what Madame Puissant kept yelling. "No breathing from the chest. From the DIAPHRAGM! No chest voice! SING FROM THE DIAPHRAGM! LIFT!!! LIFT!!!!

Where are my guards, Teleus? He was still speaking softly. Three men dead and he wasn't even breathing hard, Costis noted.

Keep breathing. Exhale all the hurt and sorrow, inhale the untainted air.

There is a gentleness, a lightness, an element of freedom and, in a word, of civilization, that makes this country one of the few countries in the world where, despite everything, you can still breathe freely.

He stared at me. His breathing made that wheezing sound that fat people sometimes make.

I was concious of Zach's breathing, his shirt pulled across his chest, one arm draped on the steering wheel. The hard, dark look of it. The mystery of his skin. It was foolish to think some things were beyond happening, even being attracted to Negroes. I'd honestly thought such a thing couldn't happen, the way water could nog run uphill or salt could not taste sweet. A law of nature.

The last achievement of the serious admirer is to stop immediately putting to work the energies aroused by, filling up the space opened by, what is admired. Thereby talented admirers give themselves permission to breathe, to breathe more deeply. But for that it is necessary to go beyond avidity; to identify with something beyond achievement, beyond the gathering of power.

understanding. The day she and Rand had broken up, her father had spoken with surprising insight: There's a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It's like breathing. You have to do it or you'll die. And when it's over, your soul starts to bleed, Livvy. There's no pain in the world like it, I swear. Now, finally

And I thought maybe I didn't need to worry about my heart anymore because it had stopped beating a couple of seconds earlier, and I was still sitting there living and breathing-though admittedly I wasn't feeling much of anything.

Some people can't even breathe when they get polio," said Junior. "They have to lay in an iron lung with nothing but their head sticking out. It's like a big barrel that does the breathing for them.

When she heard the deep-sleep breathing of Captain Montgomery, she turned and hissed at him. How could he sleep? The most awful things could happen and men never lost their appetites or their ability to sleep. Put food in front of a man and he ate it. Lay a man horizontal and he went to sleep—or he began fumbling with the buttons on a woman's dress.

Skis on snow, mountains in white, bracing wintry air, forced deep breathing, gliding into grace — these are nature's ways of healing a skier's heart. Healing it one run at a time

Brother," George said with impressive gravity, "I am barely breathing.

I get angry very fast, and it's intense. I start breathing heavily, and don't like it.

Instead of letting me go, he slid his hand down my arm in a gesture that sent sparks of desire through my entire body. "This okay?" he murmured, taking my hand in his. "Sure." I struggled to control my breathing, hoping my voice didn't sound too ragged. "It… it's nice." "Good." He gave me an intense look, his eyes flashing gold. "Come on, let's go dance.

First you might cry. Because shame and loneliness are almost one. Shame at existing in the first place. Shame at being visible, taking up space, breathing some of the sky, sleeping in a whole bed, asking for a share. Loneliness feels so much like shame, it always seems to need a little more time on its own.

At the Lamaze class, they had me hold a block of ice for a full minute to stimulate labor pain, saying "Hee-haw, hee-haw," and doing my breathing excercises. They made the husbands try it first. Your father made it through the whole minute. The vision of him shouting "Hee-haw," cross-eyed with pain, was singular. The first really great laugh I've had in weeks.

The Sioux regarded the universe as a living and breathing—if mysterious—being. And though they recognized the passage of time as measured by the predictable movements of the sun, the moon, and the stars, to their eyes mankind was but a flickering flame in a strong wind; and their concepts of past, present, and future were blurred so that all three existed simultaneously, on separate planes.

and he was off to his forest trails, his side roads, because when he was on his bicycle he could breathe like nowhere else, and the rhythmic breathing and the solitude brought him back to himself, allowed him to get a grip, no more obsessively weighing himself, no more feeling for his pulse, and one evening he came home scented with anise, he'd had a few shots of Prost?jov rye in some pub, and that evening he slept like a baby..

I never loved reading until I feared I would lose it. One does not love breathing.

Until I feared I would loose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. I

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing

I never loved reading. One does not love breathing. - Scout