Best 384 quotes in «breathe quotes» category

It would be ridiculous to hold your breath and blame others for your inability to breathe. In the same sense, it is ridiculous to live an unaligned life and blame God for your misfortune.

I’ve lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I’m hyperventilating. “I don’t need you to show me how to breathe,” I say. “You don’t?” He looks skeptical. “I think I can handle the simple act of breathing without you.

I used to have all of my ducks in a row. Now I'm happy to just have them in my vicinity.

I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.

I was crying out of frustration, frustration that I could not be left alone, that no girl at this school could possibly be allowed some space to breathe and sort out her own thoughts.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

Maybe every once in a while we can take a break from doing everything faster and quicker to reflect on who we are and where we are going.

I wasn't used to be these weak before. But the day I saw you, it felt like somebody was punching me very hard on my chest. It was hard to breathe, it was hard to sleep. With your name echoing in my mind all the time. Like somebody was singing a song to me, that no one else heard. It was the first time I realised how beautiful it is to be weak.

May our twilights mix together like breath and breathlessness.

May your love for me be like the scent of the evening sea drifting in through a quiet window so i do not have to run or chase or fall ... to feel you all i have to do is breathe.

Love is a timeless commodity, and it’s as universal as the air we breathe.

Open your heart! Even in trying times. Relax. Breathe. Allow. Feel lighter, happier, and at peace.

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

My nails clawed against the smooth tiles as I pushed up onto my hands and knees. I rose unsteadily to my feet. Speed is my ally. Breathe. In and out. Focus. Time is my power.

People quietly shuffle through the dust back to their Mercury Homes. Even though we are in an open-air camp, we breathe the recycled air of dread and anxiety. Like everyone else, I wonder about tomorrow. Hope. Fear. Anticipation.

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

Power is given only to those you allow to have power over you. No man was born with a master. The only master of all is the Creator, and he created all men to be free. Freedom is a God-given right, not a human-granted gift. No man should have to fight to breathe in good health and peace.

Put down your glass, it is time to dance. If you want to get drunk all you need is to drink love. Put down your pipe and do away with these childish toys. If you want to get high all you need is to breathe love. Now, can I have this dance?

Sometimes life takes you into a dark place where you feel it's impossible to breathe. You think you've been buried, but don't give up, because if truth be told, you've actually been planted.

The best thing that ever happened to you might be your new job, spouse, awards, etc, but I tell you that being granted to live in order to enjoy these things are wonderful privileges most people can't get.

Physical body is just an instrument, through which you experience life. You have the awareness field, along with the physical body to experience life, while the entire major functions of the physical body, is performed by the subtle strings of the soul.

Perusing for personal peace in a placid place pondering the possibilities of potentially possessing permanent patience and perseverance

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

Stop trying to control people. Let em be free. The tighter the strangle, the bigger the struggle. Lighten your grip. Let them breathe. People who are suffocating at the hands of would-be do-gooders don’t get better, they get bitter...and run.

The more you breathe, the more you feel.

The quality of your life is measured by the number of deep breaths you take. Make each breath count.

There are so many distractions in your daily life that taking the time to pause and consciously breathe is a gift you can give yourself – and in so doing you give it to others who feel your sense of calm and inner strength.

These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

This morning I woke up before the alarm clock went off and the sky outside was a big red ocean. You're beautiful when you're sleeping so I spent an hour observing the way you breathe. Inhale, exhale, without a thought of tomorrow. The window was open and the air was so crisp and I couldn't imagine how to ever ask for more than this.

The deep breathe you just took to show that your problems are bigger than you, is the final breathe someone had taken right now in his life! As long as your breathe is not the final one, you still have a hope!

The land of oneness lives in your heart, and has been waiting for you to return to it for a very long time. It was patient, and unconditional in its love for you, and knew that you had many steps to walk, many marathons to run, and a long, difficult voyage on the vast sea of your destiny before you got here, and you did.

The moment you breathe your first breath, you won.

Then she leaned slightly into him and said gently, “I don’t think you should be left be. I think you’re dealing with something heavy, you’re obviously doing it alone.” She threw a mitten-covered hand out to indicate the area, “You need to unload it, Chace.” Christ. Fuck. Christ. That voice, quiet, gentle, so fucking sweet saying his name, her eyes soft on him. Fuck. Better than he could have imagined. Better than he ever could have dreamed. And not his. Never to be his. Which meant finally hearing her say his name was torture.

The only depth where I can breathe, and don't need to fight for air, is in your love.

The only way to survive after death is by breathing life into the universe before death.

They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from their mouths and get crushed to the floor. Or they get discarded, just to glow with warmth for a moment, for someone else to tread on later.

Today is the day to cast your worries on God and breathe in new life. Your past does not define who you are today.

This is what I find myself writing to myself on the page: I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long. I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it - I will love you through that, as well. If you don't need the medication, I will love you, too. There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

To inspire is to give life. To expire is to give death.

To travel is to breathe sentience into one's ambitions.

To breathe, to breathe is nothing more than confirmation of the existence of your soul whether you believe it or not, whether you live or cease to fight

Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love trees with every breath we take until we perish

Try to breathe," he said, and for the first time the only thought in my head after an instruction like that wasn't Fuck you. I breathed.

Turn your pressure into Power, and your anxiety into Productivity.

We breathe our deepest during sleep. When we are in the state of full rest. We are able to be.

We have the greatest power through love that can be known. It overcomes everything with its fierce and steady truth, if you can continue to stand in it. You can call love to you, directly from the original stream of consciousness, anytime you feel weak or fearful, and you will be given strength and courage. You can call love to you, directly from the original stream of consciousness, anytime you feel sad or alone, and you will feel embraced and comforted. Call love to you if you feel vulnerable. Feel its purity come to you from the universe and flow round you like a miraculous mother cradling its innocent child. Breathe love in. Say to yourself as you breathe deeply “I love. I am loved.” Say it over and over as you breathe it into yourself and out to the universe, until you really feel and believe that you ARE LOVE. Feel love pour into your lungs as you breathe. Feel it circulate round your body to fill every organ, every limb, and every cell. Vibrate with its radiance, and share it.

We just need to hang in there a little longer, spend a little more of our energy... Breathe...

We should keep learning so long as we have grace and breathe.

What air is there left to breathe

We don't have to do anything at all to die... Living is more complex. There's one thing we always have to do. Breathe. In and out, every single day in every hour minute and moment we must inhale whether we like it or not. Even as we plan to asphyxiate our hopes and dreams we still breath. Even as we wither away and sell our dignity to the man on the corner we breathe. We breathe when we're wrong, we breathe when we're right, we breathe even when we slip of the ledge toward an early grave.