Inhale when I inhale. Exhale when I exhale. Breathe with me,for two beating hearts breathing one breath together become one.
Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.
To control the breathing is to control the mind. With different patterns of breathing, you can fall in love, you can hate someone, you can feel the whole spectrum of feelings just by changing your breathing.
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
The first breath is the beginning of death.
It is desirable that people make music on the breath, with the breath.
Until woman as she is can drive this plastic spectre out of her own and her man's imagination she will continue to apologize and disguise herself, while accepting her male's pot-belly, wattles, bad breath, farting, stubble, baldness and other uglines...
A movie playing on the TV screen in front of us. Some sort of bad Tom Cruise drama. I've never liked Tom Cruise. He always reminded me of someone's creepy cousin, who smiles too big before he touches your butt and whispers something gross in your ear...
A heart that is rotten -- breath that smells.
The breath of others always stinks.
Don't borrow another's nose to breathe with.
I want to see these bad, bad, bad, bad men come to grips with their humanity.
Save your breath to cool your porridge.
Alonzo Harris: Breathe dawg... breathe.
Quite simply, if you're feeling anxious, angry, a sense of shame, whatever it is, breathe in and agree to touch or feel it. Breathing out, offer space and care to whatever's there. If there's blocking to touching it, emphasize the in-breath and stay ...
To breathe is to live, but to write unimpeded is to breathe eternal.
Life is but a breath. The end of life is the last breath of a man.
breathe in experience breathe out poetry
Life's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.
Life is not breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.
Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze...
