Breath Quotes

I was running and deliberately lost my way. The world far off and nothing but my breath and the very next step and it’s like hypnosis. The feeling of conquering my own aliveness with no task but to keep going, making every way the right away and that’s a metaphor for everything.

A man is no more than breath until his breath fashions the words that others cannot forget.

This is for you, for your breath, whose absence would lessen a greater world.

Close to your breath, I have embraced the world.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

Be thankful for a breath of fresh air to be alive and well. Allow love and happiness to penetrate throughout your mind and soul. Take time to relax and live in the moment, the now, the present. Enjoy today.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

And so I have to live. Because we live for more than just ourselves, Most of the time we live for others, keep putting one foot before the other, left and right, left and right, so that walking becomes a habit, just like breathing. Ina n out, left and right.

I do my job like I breathe - so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble.

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.
Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life...

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, here
in your beauty, could I speak
knowing of this space close within
as the breath held inside a garden rose, there -
there is no time.

Mwaka mpya ukifika watu husherehekea kwa vifijo na nderemo! Pumzi ikifika hawasherehekei. Kwa nini?

Behind every successful man, is a Woman breathing through her mouth

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

A glorious death would be in my
final breath to take before I die, to hear
one final time on my belovèd's mouth
the sound of her eternal sigh.

Today, find a point of stillness: brief, but precious slight, but full small, but luminously real. Find a point stillness in the balance of all things between the breathing out and breathing in.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Would a harsh word ever fall from lips which now breathed only love? Would the step whose lightest footfall now made her heart leap, ever sound in her ear like a death knell?