Comfort me from wherever you are–alone, we are quickly worn out; if I place my head on the road, let it seem softened by you. Could it be that even from afar we offer each other a gentle breath?

Dawn caught us on the northern brow, and in the gray light we dropped down through chaparral into redwood canyons deep and warm with the breath of passing summer.”

Instinct and law demanded of him obedience. But growth demanded disobedience. His mother and fear impelled him to keep away from the white wall. Growth is life, and life is for ever destined to make for light. So there was no damming up the tide of life that was rising within him – rising with every mouthful of meat he swallowed, with every breath he drew. In the end, one day, fear and obedience were swept away by the rush of life, and the cub straddled and sprawled toward the entrance.

When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful

The Green Monster is not a myth. It lives, it breathes, it sleeps, and it will eat you.

Every breath we draw is a gift of God’s love; every moment of existence is a grace.

If my environment dictates my mood, then my life will feel like a roller coaster. The way to steady ground is through my breath.

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. Whenever your mind becomes scattered, use your breath as the means to take hold of your mind again

Freedom is not given to us by anyone; we have to cultivate it ourselves. It is a daily practice… No one can prevent you from being aware of each step you take or each breath in and breath out.

Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. Every breath we take, every step we take, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity. The question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment

Smile, breathe and go slowly.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for.

If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!

I eat, sleep and breathe training.

I fear no man. If you breathe oxygen, I do not fear you.

Controlling speech and breath, and diving deep within oneself – like one who, to find a thing that has fallen into water, dives deep down – one must seek out the source whence the aspiring ego springs.

Your concentration must come as easily as the breath. Fix yourself on one thing and try to hold onto it. All will come right. Meditation is sticking to one thought. That single thought keeps away other thoughts. The dissipated mind is a sign of its weakness. By constant meditation it gains strength.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

Even if I were single, I could never maintain a relationship with a vegetarian. Their breath is just too smelly.

Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

To those waiting with bated breath for that favorite media catchphrase, the U-turn, I have only this to say, ‘You turn if you want; the lady’s not for turning.

I started racing go karts. And I love karts. It’s the most breath-taking sport in the world

Will God or someone give me the power to breathe my sigh into my canvases, the sigh of prayer and sadness, the prayer of salvation, of rebirth?

What counts is art. painting, a kind of painting that is quite different from what everyone makes it out to be. But what kind? Will God or someone else give me the strength to breathe the breath of prayer and mourning into my paintings, the breath of prayer for redemption and resurrection?

Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.

Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

Whenever you can’t think of something to be grateful for, remember your breath. With each breath you take, you can say, ‘I’m still here.’ Make each day a holiday of thankfulness -and give yourself the gift of gratitude!

Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and dance.

The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, ‘Hallelujah’.