...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.
I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good comes of this.
They were like two inviolable spheres touching at a fine point in their curves, touching but failing to penetrate, failing to breathe the other's air.
Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.
She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.
Just smile, breath, and give thanks (and there is always a reason to), because it beats the hell out of the alternative.
Experience is an author’s most valuable asset; experience is the thing that puts the muscle and the breath and the warm blood into the book he writes.
The size of your sighs tell how deeply you’re in love. How I feel is very much like a stressed and distressed midget trying to breathe.
Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.
I am a writer. Imagining what someone would say or do comes to me as naturally as breathing.
Zane stole her breath and her common sense with just a smile. When he actually touched her, it was even worse.
At some point, I would like to write a book and other things, but I work best when there is some sort of deadline in my own mind, but not when fifty people or fifty million people are breathing down the back of my neck.
I think magic, whether I'm holding my breath or shuffling a deck of cards, is pretty simple. It's practice, it's training, and it's - It's practice, it's training and experimenting, while pushing through the pain to be the best that I can be.
Yeah, well that's the best thing about it, I think, is knowing kids and kids getting mental when they know you're in it. Any kid you meet and anyone I know tells the kid you're in it and they get short of breath.
The best you can sometimes do is learn to take a breath, count to ten and simply accept that try as you might, no, your husband will never, ever learn not to drop a wet towel on the bed. That acceptance too counts as resolving a fight.
...men are monsters all, and something in them wants to force others to see the world the same way they see it.
As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.
...theology waits as it works. It waits for its lungs again to be filled. Without the renewing breath of the Spirit it cannot speak.
A breath of laughter will blow a Government out of existence in Paris much more effectually than a whiff of cannon-smoke
My heart battered against my ribs, my breath stalled and I gazed up into his laughing, smiling eyes...eyes that suddently glowed crimson and cruel.
Why are you so determined to keep your wild silently inside you? Let it breathe. Give it a voice. Let it roll out of you on the wide open waves. Set it free
