Quotes About Breathing

The freedom we have here in America is like breathing in an entire open field of fresh air all at once. Sometimes too much air can be stifling.

Banks operate like a man who either wears his trousers round his chest, stifling breathing, as now, or round his ankles, exposing his assets. We want their trousers tied round their middle: steady lending growth; particularly to productive British business, especially small scale enterprise.

I think the context of an hour-long drama gives breathing space that you don't get in a film.

I meditate and take time for controlled breathing.

Writing is what I do. It's like breathing to me at a certain point, but if I couldn't write, I do like cooking.

I believe the body can take care of itself. It's all about self-health. It's about depending on our breathing.

It's so quiet and peaceful out here I'm getting bored with breathing. Maybe we'll get lucky and the world will go to Hell again. Fingers crossed.

Our breathing has been a friend that has accompanied us through every moment of life; it has never deserted us no matter how terrible we have felt. Friendship in itself connotes a quality of feelings that has elements of warmth, trust, and welcome. Our hearts always relax when we greet a friend. Mandala of Being, Richard Moss MD

In 1986—the year before Peter Cardinal died—Gene Johnson had done an experiment that showed that Marburg and Ebola can indeed travel through the air. He infected monkeys with Marburg and Ebola by letting them breathe it into their lungs, and he discovered that a very small dose of airborne Marburg or Ebola could start an explosive infection in a monkey. Therefore, Johnson wanted the members of the expedition to wear breathing apparatus inside the cave.

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She tumbles into a corner of the terrace and cowers there, whimpering, pale and terrified, as the caretaker's son, breathing heavily, back stooped and buttocks tensed, circles her, prepared to spring.

Pike closed his eyes, and filled his lungs, then pushed with his diaphragm. He breathed deep again. Pranayamic breathing from the hatha yoga. Pike lost himself in a cool forest glade, dappled by sunlight filtered through lime green leaves. When he breathed, he smelled moss and sumac. His pulse slowed. He grew calm. He centered. Pike

The man's breathing grew shallow and steady, his heartbeat slowed, and when the surge of his pulse grew no slower, Maggie knew he was sleeping. She lifted her head enough to see him, but seeing him was unnecessary. She could smell his sleep by the change in his scent as his body relaxed and cooled. She

nostrils flickered and twitched. Her breathing pattern changed when she sniffed for a scent. Sniffing wasn't breathing. The air she drew for sniffing did not enter her lungs. Sniffs were small sips she took in groups called trains. A train could be from three to seven sniffs, and Maggie always sniffed in threes. Sniff-sniff-sniff, pause, sniff-sniff-sniff. Budress' dog, Obi, sniffed in trains of five. Always five. No one knew why, but each dog was different. Scott

His face went sullen and his breathing grew loud. He had more of the Hamm's. He had more of the Hamm's again. My neck was hurting so bad I thought it would go into spasm.

I and you-We are infinate, rich, large, contradictory, living, breathing miracles-free human beings, children of God and the everlasting universe. That's what we do.

I and you—we are infinite, rich, large, contradictory, living, breathing miracles—free human beings, children of God and the everlasting universe. That's what we do.

It has often been said that prayer is as basic to spiritual life as breathing is to our natural lives. It is not merely an occasional impulse to which we respond when we are in trouble, prayer is a way of life.

I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.

I held his gaze. "My mother once told me that diamonds were born of pressure, but I never understood what she meant until I met you." His brows drew together, and his voice roughened. "For true?" "Jack, your past—and how you handled it—is why we're both still breathing.

Just as he'd promised, we were breathing for each other—and still I couldn't get enough. For me, this was the game changer, a line in the sand. Life before our kiss; life after. ........ Tonight Arthur has changed me forever. He's pushed me over the edge, forcing me to become what had once been my worst nightmare. I am altered. Before Arthur. And after. There's no going back.

Will you ever bring a better gift for the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now?

Unknowing, let us sleep. Chest against chest, Our breathing mingled, hand in hand without dreams.

The sun had already turned the blue-black asphalt into soft, bubbly patches and heat rose in waves that seemed to breathe.