Quotes Tagged "breath"

If ‘what is’ defines my view of the world, then ‘what could be’ will become an ideal with no breath of life in it. Hence, I refuse to leave something so lofty without the ability to breath, for once it is breathing it will start running. And I can think of few things more electrifying as an ideal that is running over ‘what is’ as it is raising up ‘what will be.

And now. This moment. It moves too fast. This is the practice, the way we slow down time. Each breath is a gift, each one an opportunity for reflection, focus, and purpose. What's gone is gone. What's ahead isn't real. I take each breath as it comes. Here. Now. I am here now.

Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you're in a book!

I do my job like I breathe — so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble.

Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep...slow...breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands.

Color breathes life into my soul.

The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then...to now...to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.

It could have been mere minutes or long hours. It had felt the same to her then, the seconds catching in her throat, waiting with her breath before she forced them out, forced time to move.

When you don't feel loved, you will settle for feeling needed. The source of love is within you. Let it blossom. With every breath, you have everything you need.

I took a thousand breaths But none Could efface the one that smelled of you

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

The Tantric sages tell us that our in-breath and out-breath actually mirror the divine creative gesture. With the inhalation, we draw into our own center, our own being. With the exhalation, we expand outward into the world.

It is in between our two breaths that we think of as nothing, rests our life, as if suspended for the glimmer of a moment, Here abides the secret beyond all secrets.

I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days. It overwhelms me as I’m sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; a sudden burst of realisation in the middle of the night. I can’t help it and I can’t stop it. I’m alone as I’ve always been and sometimes it hurts…. but I’m learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I’m learning to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I wake up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying ”I thought of you. I hope you’re well.” No one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Get yourself some books and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what books he read himself. Take yourself out for dinner. Dress up for no one but you and simply feel nice. it’s a lovely feeling, to feel pretty. You don’t need anyone to confirm it. I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days, but I’m learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I’m learning to make things nice for myself. Slowly building myself a home with things I like. Colors that calm me down, a plan to follow when things get dark, a few people I try to treat right. I don’t sometimes, but it’s my intent to do so. I’m learning.I’m learning to make things nice for myself. I’m learning to save myself. I’m trying, as I always will.

I thought it completely absurd to mention my name in the same breath as the presidency.

The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

I talk fast because I'm asthmatic, and I'm desperately hoping the words get out before my breath fails.

Another term for balloon is bad breath holder.

I can't stand bad breath.