Life is like a lit cigarette. The past is ashes, the present is burning, and the future is up in smoke. Fast as a breath; inhale exhale.

Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, herein your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there—there is no time.

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn’t be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it...

I am never alone wherever I am. The air itself supplies me with a century of love. When I breathe in, I am breathing in the laughter, tears, victories, passions, thoughts, memories, existence, joys, moments,...

I love the rebelliousness of snail mail, and I love anything that can arrive with a postage stamp. There’s something about that person’s breath and hands on the letter.

The first kiss is the deepest.””The last breath is the hardest.

O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

…there is something very vital happening when we breathe—without it we die—but trying to speed it up, force it, grasp it, push it away or control it tends to get in the way. As in...

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

A glorious death would be in myfinal breath to take before I die, to hearone final time on my belovèd’s mouththe sound of her eternal sigh.

Concrete breathes sun’s heat.

It’s a breath you took too late.It’s a death that’s worse than fate.

Close to your breath, I have embraced the world.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

Be thankful for a breath of fresh air to be alive and well. Allow love and happiness to penetrate throughout your mind and soul. Take time to relax and live in the moment, the now,...

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

Most people are completely unaware of their breath. They violate your space, they have no idea that they have halitosis.

come up for a breath of air” out of the noisy clutter of the world.But don’t be afraid, there is nothing arcane or supernatural or creepy about the notion of taking a time-out. Ball players...

Much of the time the mind is wandering, either drawn to focus, ruminate, or push away unpleasant experiences, or chasing after stuff we like. But if we don’t practise being still, we are prone to...

Once again, we are reminded that awakening, or enlightenment is not the property of Buddhism, any more than Truth is the property of Christianity. Neither the Buddha nor the Christ belongs exclusively to the communities...

Like go for a walk, say a little prayerTake a deep breath of mountain airPut on my glove and play some catchIt’s time that I make time for thatWade the shore and cast a lineLook...

He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what...

No matter how strange things get, know that with every breath, you are becoming that which you have always been.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

Write what you love. Fill your pages with the beating of your own heart, the breath from your own lungs. Live through your characters. Let your characters live through you. Then you will love what...

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he’s gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

In the end it’s not about how many breaths you took. In the end it’s about the moments that took your breath away.

The factory of love encompasses all, but on some days, does it seem to be one of suffocation, squeezing its target too tightly? And on other days not tight enough? Or maybe that is the...

Quoting Father Seraphim:Our life hangs only by a breath. It is the thread that links you to the Father, the Source, which brought you into being. Be conscious of this thread, and go where you...

The more you believe in the power of thought, and the more you listen to your breath, the greater changes you can create in your life.

I really believe that breath, in and of itself… can become the ultimate self-healing tool.

For God took a handful of blizzard snow, blew on it and created the horse.

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that...

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my...

Have you noticed we can breathe in here too?Gosh, I wouldn’t have picked up on that.

To feel your arms around me…to feel your breath on my neck…is pleasure in itself. It is home.

When the power of breath (Sa) is controlled it becomes rested (as) and in thatstate it transforms into protector(tra); this is the basic principle of life andconsciousness, wherein the senses, mind, intelligence all are protected...

Max.God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except whenshe was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman’s hair, or pushing somethingcloser to Iggy’s hand so he could find it easily without...

If we assume that the last breath of, say, Julius Caesar has by now become thoroughly scattered through the atmosphere, then the chances are that each of us inhales one molecule of it with every...

It is impossible to express the experiences you have below the surface with words, when water gently caresses your face and body, the pulse decreases and your brain relaxes. You are immediately cut off from...

If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.

In our breath lies not only the gift of life, but also the basis of all resolutions, ideas, and infinite audacity.

Romantic waves beat deep in my chest of playful untouchable thoughts of you… As dreams are the threads I weave with care the path for you to me…the sky above lagoon with lovely lights, soft...

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

An insult bestowed on your interior and exterior personality; for causes beyond control, kills you innumerably, till the last breath.

If your breath smells like coffee, I might try to drink our conversation. Wake me up with the words you’re speaking.

December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…