Oh, sir, the loftiest hopes on earth Draw lots with meaner hopes: heroic breasts, Breathing bad air, run risk of pestilence; Or, lacking lime-juice when they cross the Line, May languish with the scurvy.
Just as the first sign of life in an infant when born into the world is the act of breathing, so the first act of men and women when they are born again is praying.
Art for me is like breathing.
Creating breathing room financially may lower your standard of living but raise your quality of life.
It’s just a mild disagreement, Papa. Remi has this whole need to breathe in and out, which annoys me. If he would just stop breathing, I’d be fine. (Aimee)
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems
Our breath is connected to the air that every being breathes. By breathing consciously, we acknowledge our communion with all of life.
. . . a habit that had become one of those necessary things for the night. . . surely a body-friendly if not familiar-lying next to you. Someone whose touch is a reassurance, not an affront or a nuissance. Whose heavy breathing neither enrages nor discusts you, but amuses you like that of a cherished pet.
I am breathing in and out. Realizing this, I began to notice that each moment was not without its beauty.
I love opera so much. I would never go back to doing it, but I love to listen - I'm grateful for it. I studied diction, breathing control, phrasing, why the song means something. You want to bring that across to your listeners.
Nice friendship is like the breathing air, you will never see it but you will always feel its presence.
I am breathing. That's how I'm staying alive!
Got shot 5 times but I'm still breathing. . . living proof there's a God if you need a reason.
Living and breathing an authentic story is the best way to survive in a conversation-rich world.
I and you-We are infinate, rich, large, contradictory, living, breathing miracles-free human beings, children of God and the everlasting universe. That's what we do.
I'm breathing. . . are you breathing too? It's nice, isn't it?
People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.
For me, it's either you're part of creation or you're part of destruction. It's inexplicable; it's like breathing, and I can't imagine not doing it.
I belong to the beloved. Have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know. . . . First, Last, Outer, Inner, only that breath breathing. HUMAN BEING.
I thought about having a proper room, breathing life into it, and nobody minding.