We are bound to expire Even metal which is sturdiest, Rusts. Even oxygen, the breath of life, Soon transpires. 8/6/11 -Luis Medina
teaching process never comes to an end till the last breath-our generations keep on learning from experienced learner.
nothing keeps empty. places was looking for filled up,once empty,- never stays empty for any reason.at least breathing air will fill up our 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.
My parents lived, breathed, ate and slept theatre. Emotions were right on the surface. Growing up, the unreal had as much importance as the real.
The pig was soon dissected and its blood filled the bucket in the bottom of which a patch of sky was reflected darkly. It had surrendered to the vortex of life and his breathing.
Still haunted by the love, light and darkness we shared. encumbered to smile and breathing becomes an art; when you don’t fucking feel anything.
Magic is crazy. He is that crazy wild guy on the basketball court that is very intense and very serious. He is the guy who lives and eats and breathes basketball.
For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, we breathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember, yielding us fainter fragrance.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake.
You will never know the moon or stars, unless you breathe in their solar system and inspect it from many diverse vantage points as possible.
As an author, I breathe life into each and every character within the stories that I write. But it is the reader who gives them their souls.
I'm a spiritual person, I'm an America, I'm a Jew, and all of those things influence every breath I take, everywhere I go.
But these clouds won’t leave Walk away Barely breathing As I’m lying on the floor Take my heart As you’re leaving I don’t need it anymore
I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.
Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.
He needed the hand on his shoulder, the kiss to his temple and the hot, ragged breath of his Master over his face.
I've lived this very dramatic life, with high points and terrible low points. Nothing has been ordinary, and I want to have the experience of the last breath. I want a little drama to it.
We need to be more conversant with it because science is in our lives. It's in everything. It's in the food we eat. It's in the air we breathe. It's everywhere.
To me, part of the beauty of a comma is that it offers a rest, like one in music: a break that gives the whole piece of music greater shape, deeper harmony. It allows us to catch our breath.
