Quotes about breath
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“Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.”
Source: Zaatardiva
“There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.”
Source: The Adoration of Jenna Fox
“I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.”
Source: Froi of the Exiles
Source: The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life
“When you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.”
Variant: When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
Source: The Road
Source: Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover
“When my faith is getting weak
And I feel like giving in
You breathe into me again…”
Source: Shadowfever
“When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.”
“Conrad calling me again—that was enough to make me forget how to breathe.”
Source: It's Not Summer Without You
Variant: I'm obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything I've ever wanted or needed, everything I've ever dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.
Source: Reflected in You
Source: Kitchen
Source: Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover
“I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe.”
Source: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
“By the way, don’t breathe on the upholstery or I may have to gut you. (Nick)”
Source: Infinity
“A breath of Paris preserves the soul.”
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
Letter to his Wife (April 29 1812).
“I've got to keep breathing. It'll be my worst business mistake if I don't.”
“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”
Source: The Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald
Source: A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition
Source: Lover Awakened
“Meditate. Breathe consciously. Listen. Pay attention. Treasure every moment. Make the connection.”
Source: Caught by the Sea
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You
“I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.”
Source: Every Day
Source: Devil in Winter
Source: White Is for Magic
“Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.”
Source: The God of Small Things
Source: Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life
“The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.”
Source: City of Heavenly Fire
“You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not
harmless. You are not
breathing.”
Source: Crush
Source: Saving Francesca
Source: The Pale King (2011)
Context: "Maybe it's not metaphysics. Maybe it's existential. I'm talking about the individual US citizen's deep fear, the same basic fear that you and I have and that everybody has except nobody ever talks about it except existentialists in convoluted French prose. Or Pascal. Our smallness, our insignificance and mortality, yours and mine, the thing that we all spend all our time not thinking about directly, that we are tiny and at the mercy of large forces and that time is always passing and that every day we've lost one more day that will never come back and our childhoods are over and our adolescence and the vigor of youth and soon our adulthood, that everything we see around us all the time is decaying and passing, it's all passing away, and so are we, so am I, and given how fast the first forty-two years have shot by it's not going to be long before I too pass away, whoever imagined that there was a more truthful way to put it than "die," "pass away," the very sound of it makes me feel the way I feel at dusk on a wintry Sunday--... And not only that, but everybody who knows me or even knows I exist will die, and then everybody who knows those people and might even conceivably have even heard of me will die, and so on, and the gravestones and monuments we spend money to have pour in to make sure we're remembered, these'll last what-- a hundred years? two hundred?-- and they'll crumble, and the grass and insects my decomposition will go to feed will die, and their offspring, or if I'm cremated the trees that are nourished by my windblown ash will die or get cut down and decay, and my urn will decay, and that before maybe three of four generations it will be like I never existed, not only will I have passed away but it will be like I was never here, and people in 2104 or whatever will no more think of Stuart A. Nichols Jr. than you or I think of John T. Smith, 1790 to 1864, of Livingston, Virginia, or some such. That everything is on fire, slow fire, and we're all less than a million breaths away from an oblivion more total than we can even bring ourselves to even try to imagine, in fact, probably that's why the manic US obsession with production, produce, produce, impact the world, contribute, shape things, to help distract us from how little and totally insignificant and temporary we are... The post-production capitalist has something to do with the death of civics. But so does fear of smallness and death and everything being on fire."
Source: He's So Not Worth It