Quotes About Inhale

Success is all very well as long as you don't inhale.

The cold wind made it difficult to breathe, as if it could snatch your next breath before you had time to swallow it, and

Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.

Puppet camp truly redefined my preconceptions of puppetry... I'll never forget learning that before a puppet can speak... he has to inhale. It's those details that make the characters truly come to life.

First, take a deep breath. Assume Shakespeare's account is accurate and Julius Caesar gasped "You too, Brutus" before breathing his last. What are the chances you just inhaled a molecule which Caesar exhaled in his dying breath? The surprising answer is that, with probability better than 99 percent, you did just inhale such a molecule.

This time he just inhaled, deep and luxurious. The inhale was to fill up on her scent, she knew. The exhale was her name, just that, warm and moist against her skin.

What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in?

What is the real breath of a man— the breathing out or the breathing in? Such was the nature of the gods

Each time we exhale, the world ends; when we inhale, there can be, if we allow it, rebirth and spiritual renewal. It all transpires inside of us. In our consciousness, in our hearts. All the time.

I pulled my wallet out and placed it on the bar, trying not to inhale as her scent wrapped around me. How had I not recognized it earlier? It was so strong, so sweet and familiar. So Clare. I breathed in slowly; she smelled like home.... Uh-oh, I'm in big trouble.

Few memories are deep seated like particulate matter...easy to inhale but never exhale fully!

When you inhale, you are taking the strength from God. When you exhale, it represents the service you are giving to the world.

Imagine that each time you inhale, that the universe is breathing into you, and as you exhale it is breathing out of you.

for he seemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls

Once, as he inhaled with his customary vehemence, I had a thought that made my armpits come alive.

I love her handbag. Inside are papers and her wallet and cigarettes and at the bottom, where she never looks, there is loose change, loose mints, specs of tobacco from her cigarettes. Sometimes I bring the bag to my face, open it and inhale as deeply as I can.

You can't help how you feel. Feelings are like breathing. They come in and go out.

He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.

A novel is not an allegory, I said as the period was about to come to an end. It is the sensual experience of another world. If you don't enter that world, hold your breath with the characters and become involved in their destiny, you won't be able to empathize, and empathy is at the heart of the novel. This is how you read a novel: you inhale the experience. So start breathing.

Myron put the phone back in his pocket and crossed the path. Dog Collar had his hands jammed into his pants pockets as though he was searching for something that had pissed him off. His shoulders were hunched. He had a tattoo on his neck—Myron couldn't tell what it was—and he was pulling on his cigarette as though he meant to finish it with one inhale. "Hey

I don't trust anybody who didn't inhale.

1. We read or hear God's Word. 2. We choose to receive it, thereby inhaling it like a fresh breath of faith. 3. We speak it aloud at opportune times, even just to ourselves, thereby exhaling that spirit of faith over our very circumstances.

One was never taught how to begin at drama school. But all it required was one intake of breath.

She inhaled air so damp it seemed to drench her lungs.