Quotes About Breathing

I only miss you when I'm breathing..

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

It was a wild indulgent slope we had cascaded down, and I didn't care. For once in my life, I didn't care about tomorrow. I didn't care if I starved or died. I feasted on the now, and I didn't let myself think about who he was or who I was, only who we were right now in this moment and how he made me feel on this patch of earth, in this patch of shade. In this strange upside-down world, ignoring tomorrow seemed as natural and expected as breathing.

That kind of monotony that running generates - the one soundtracked by heavy breathing and the steady rhythm of feet on pavements - became a kind of metaphor for depression.

The sense of being physically empty, of dissolving, of being a ghost whose existence was sourced by electric anxiety. And it became hard to breathe. The air thinned. It took massive concentration just to keep control of my breathing.

yoga   A form of exercise based around stretching limbs, breathing slowly, and feeling superior.

According to homeopathic literature, Capsicum is called for in patients of lax fiber and flabby muscles, who don't exercise and eat the wrong foods. Has a red face, yet the face feels cold to the touch and is generally chilly. At times he or she gasps for breath, or can't catch the breath. Worse from slight drafts, cold air, cold water, uncovering, dampness, bathing, drinking, and eating, better from continued motion and exercise.

Profits are like breathing. You have to have them. But who would stay alive just to breathe

Despite her ability to enjoy most of their days, sometimes her despair was so great that, in a melancholy moment when she'd allow herself to think of her family, she'd almost stop breathing

Consciously connected breathing is one of the most efficient and accessible means for deliberate re-entry into the physical body.

The machines are too dull when we are lion-poems that move & breathe.

Glass' wife: As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe. Keep breathing. When there is a storm. And you stand in front of a tree. If you look at its branches, you swear it will fall. But if you watch the trunk, you will see its stability.

it's true this world our breathing laboured inspires nothing more than obvious disgust a desire to flee without our share and no longer read the headlines we long to return to our ancestral home where our forebears once lived under an angel's wing we long to find that strange morality which sanctified life to the end we crave something like loyalty like the embrace of mild addictions something that transcends yet contains life we cannot live far from eternity

Prayer was as fundamental an element in the life of Jesus as breathing. He inhaled his Father's presence so he could exhale his Father's will.

a man must learn to forgive—to know what is important, that to live without forgiveness was a kind of death with breathing and movement.

to tell Noa that a man must learn to forgive—to know what is important, that to live without forgiveness was a kind of death with breathing and movement.

that to live without forgiveness was a kind of death with breathing and movement. However, Yoseb did not have enough energy to rise from his pallet, let alone search for his dear nephew, a boy who was like his own flesh.

must learn to forgive—to know what is important, that to live without forgiveness was a kind of death with breathing and movement.

I laughed because, as everyone knows, laughing is a great way to disguise heavy breathing.

We feel like we are drowning and dissolving in nonsense, as if scattering in inevitability, we cease to exist. And feel the meaning. We stop breathing, choking on inevitability.

All knowledge is useful at the given time and place. Maybe nothing will be wasted; as long as you're still breathing and alive.

Jesus is a walking, living, breathing Temple, he is also the walking, celebrating, victorious sabbath.

The orderly is nearing the end of his rounds. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hall and his ragged breathing. He's a big man. I can smell his sweat. He's checking on the inmate next door. It'll be my turn next. He always saves me for last. I guess it's because he's scared of me. I don't blame him. I'm scared of me, too.

A meditative state can be attained through measured, rhythmic breathing.