Kilgore: Lieutenant, bomb that tree line about 100 yards back! Give me some room to breathe!
...stories want to be told. Stories have a power of their own ... you can't write a story until you've felt it. Breathed it in. Walked with your characters. Talked with them.
People lucky enough to live in the vicinity of an industrial hog farm are, with each breath, made keenly aware of the cause of their declining property values.
Do what makes you happy; Be with who makes you smile; Laugh as much as you breathe; & love as long as you live.
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
If you get to a point where something happens today to stress you out, take a breath & center your thoughts on peace. Ignored thoughts die.
It's hard to imagine, seeing all of us breathing yet one day each of us shall be gone, leaving memories.
Sometimes when I hear criticism of my husband, I want to come out of my seat and clock somebody. But you learn to take a deep breath.
An insult bestowed on your interior and exterior personality; for causes beyond control, kills you innumerably, till the last breath.
O heavenly Father, protect and bless all things that have breath: guard them from all evil and let them sleep in peace.
Christmas has become a public affirmation of the power and benignity of the state, to which we all make obeisance in the sybolism of the breath test ceremony.
In some ways, what I learned is that you can take a character and breathe with them, and it's up to the audience to interpret rather than you putting moral stamp on the character.
Never accept yourself as a finished product. Be a finished product when you die. As long as you have breath in your lungs, expand yourself.
I like anything that is thought provoking and elevates one's consciousness to the highest and out of it's safety net, making one breathe aspiration.
This is my last resort suffocation no breathing don't give a f**k if I cut my arm bleeding this is my last resort...
I still get nervous on dates. I'll be sitting at dinner with a guy and I have to excuse myself and go to the bathroom because I can't breathe.
When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
All of our lives are a living, breathing story, and each heartbeat means a new page has been turned; chapters don't close, they continue.
Tell me the story.. About how the sun loved the moon so much.. That she died every night.. Just to let him breathe...
I wont cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left.
The minute you see him, your hand will throb, your heart will pound out of your chest, and you won't be able to breathe.
