Quotes About Breathing

Breathing meditation can quiet the mind, open the body, and develop a great power of concentration.

She had not forgotten the time she was lost - how even while lost she refused to feel the fear, but instead saw only the green beauty of the wildwood, breathing deep the scent of trees, earth, lichen, moss.

Be calm.  Do your breathing exercises.  You'll never be able to rule the universe if you can't control your own heartbeat.

REFERENCE RANGES FOR CARBON DIOXIDE Carbon Dioxide (mmol/L) Category Greater than 33 High (Hypercapnia) 21 to 33 Normal Less than 21 Low (Hypocapnia) Target Range: 23 to 29 mmol/L

That's absurd," I said with a little laugh. "Nobody can read too much. That's like saying someone breathes too much.

That's absurd," I said with a little laugh. "Nobody can read too much. That's like saying someone breathes too much.

Her jagged breathing gave her away. She stood, a dark silhouette pressed against the trunk of a cottonwood tree. She was cornered in the yard. No place to go. Sweet goddess , he traced across her mind. I've only come to seal our destiny. You shouldn't feel so afraid of me . And yet her fear was what he enjoyed. He savored it.

Living, breathing creatures did not require a life force, or vital essence, to evolve but an extraordinary level of cooperation between molecules.

So he's got an attitude problem," Alysha said. "I get that. But he'll never stop having an attitude problem if we don't give him the breathing room to stop reacting to years of frustration and bitterness. I got him to come. Now it's up to all of us to make sure he keeps coming.

I could still smell the hospital in my nose. It wasn't anything around me. It was her. I stopped breathing, but the smell was still there. I held my breath.

sighed. "Bring her around sometime." She padded lithely over to me and took my wrist and looked at my watch. Her breathing had slowed. Her leotard was sweat-dark and fitted her almost as closely as her healthy hide. She beamed down at me. "I knew you'd be nice about it, Trav. She'll be here in twenty minutes." I stared up at her. "You are a con artist, McCall.

To lose hope has the same effect on our heart as it would be to stop breathing.

My misery was too deep to speak any more. I scanned the page; I was having trouble breathing, as though the oxygen were leaving the room. Amid its devastation my mind flashed from thought to thought, despairingly in search of something left which it could rely on. Not rely on absolutely, that was obliterated as a possibility, just rely on a little,some solace, something surviving in the ruin.

Our breathing reflects every emotional or physical effort and every disturbance.

In order to handle my emotional pain I talk to friends about it, I write, I breathe, and most of all, I put it in perspective.

My heart keeps me breathing, for every beat it whispers your name, it whispers I Love You.

Take a moment every day to do some conscious breathing; meditate and aim to remain in such pure peaceful states. It will change your world.

Learning is like breathing, the more we breathe, the more we learn.

For 'The scent of yoga' she chose Black Lapsang because its smoky opening always made her think of incense and sacred spaces- which is what she tried to create in her former dining room, but without using joss sticks because she didn't think they went well with deep breathing. She closed her eyes as the perfume developed to reveal its Assam-tea middle note, which made her think immediately of that first yoga breakfast with Shirlee and Maxine and the yogi bears.

The resulting dehydration usually isn't troublesome, and actually can increase a dying person's comfort, by reducing the incidence of some uncomfortable symptoms such as vomiting, pain, or difficulty in breathing.

Metabolism is oxygen. And oxygen comes from breathing.

Of course I had a handkerchief. It lay, clean as a whistle, in my pocket where it had been for a week. For I had the knack of extracting from my nostrils, with the nail of my forefinger, the snuffling substances that impeded my breathing, and the use of a handkerchief seemed to me a piece of parental superstition.

And in the same way, again, are not the thoughts of men and women in the agony of death often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, internal, intestinal aspect, towards that 'seamy side' of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, a side which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death?

I nearly always write just as I nearly always breathe.