Nature, take my breath with you; renew it with the wild breeze and fill my being up with so much soul, ego learns to fade away.
Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.
The focusing of attention on the breath is perhaps the most universal of the many hundreds of meditation subjects used worldwide.
She frowned. “I did nothing to arouse you.” He clenched his jaw, his stare growing more aggressive. “You breathed.
When you encounter unexpected situation, don’t panic. Close our eyes, take a deep breath and pray. It will relief you of any anxiety.
After all, when a thought takes one's breath away, a lesson on grammar seems an impertinence.
Do not let your conscience be clouded by unknown storms. Trust in the atmosphere of spirit that breathes so calmly deep within you at all times.
There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
I knew in that moment, I would never love anyone in my life the way I loved Evan Mathews.
Maybe that's why I'd been chosen to become the first female Reaper in history. I think the boys had been losing too many souls.
I don't function without a heart, he said angrily and then added under his breath as he grabbed at the front of his Tshirt, He's right here.
Love tip # 29: Increase your chances of getting to second date by not having stinky garlic breath during the end of the first date. Especially if you’re dating a vampire.
I would have fought the forest fire, but it was a dragon-breathing forest fire, and I forgot my sword, my pen, and my Geoffrey of Monmouth tunic.
Okay, take a deep breath, I told myself. Don't go all hormonal. Get the facts straight. Have a mental doughnut.
Remember this, - where there is life there is hope. You're alive. Embrace this, because YOU CAN DO ANYTHING while there is breath in your body.
The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life. There was music in the forest. There was clean air where nobody could hear him breathe.
My life felt so cluttered and obstructed that I could hardly breathe. I inhabited a closed, concentrated world, airless and without exits.
I threw my hand over my mouth and blurted out the first best excuse I could come up with, “Morning breath!
I was spinning—from the kiss, the alcohol or the lack of air, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to pull away if only just to breath.
Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten. By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghost-woman with ashes on her breath. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will.
As fire, though one, takes the shape of every object which it consumes, so the Self, though one, takes the shape of every object in which it dwells. (The Upanishads: Breath of the Eternal, pg. 35)
