Quotes of: Bad-breath Keyword

She ran, and leaned to the wall, until her face was close to mine and her breath came on me.

Affinity

His body tensed as his gut was struck with a frozen bullet of shock. He couldn’t breathe.

Alex

Just because I’m breathing, doesn’t mean I’m alive; vice versa.

Haven

Sometimes pain can bring about clarity and remind us we’re still breathing.

The Intern's Handbook

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

The Iliad

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.

Roughing It

I would parade you in the hall of the monarchs of the ocean if you could breathe water.

Sea Change

His lips touched mine and I lost my breath. Everything slipped away until there was only him. - Natasha

Sacrifice

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

Simply Love

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive-- to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love

Meditations

No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop;...

The Notebook

one transcendent kiss that later makes lovers take soft breaths, holding hands

Lost and Found

And I can no more stop worrying about you than I can stop myself from breathing.

Legacy

But thats their image of us so we stay tense, holding our breath, hoping we wont be found out. - about being gay from the film Love My Life

Love My Life

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

The Living

He was breathing. That’s the first thing you always check for.

The Social Worker

There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.

Ten Tiny Breaths

And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.

Other Voices, Other Rooms

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

Pork Chops and Applesauce: A Collection of Recipes and Reflections

To ask how I feel about writing is to ask how I feel about breathing.

In Time of Need

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

Thin Skin