Quotes about Breath
Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation, while writing needs to breathe and move.
— Anne Lamott
Life is a constant back-and-forth. We take a breath in and then we breathe out. The same is true for the culture as a whole.
— Marianne Williamson
For in the final analysis, our most basic common link, is that we all inhabit this small planet, we all breathe the same air, we all cherish our children's futures, and we are all mortal.
— John F. Kennedy
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
— John Keats
That an infant can live at all, and for so many months, in such cramped and filthy quarters, and that without breathing, is unaccountable without the power of God.
— AW Pink
Prayer is the breath of your life which gives you the freedom to go and stay where you wish and to find the many signs which point out the way to a new land.
— Henri Nouwen
Dalila: In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. Samson: For want of words, no doubt, or lack of breath!
— John Milton
With thee conversing I forget all time, all seasons, and their change; all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, with charm of earliest birds.
— John Milton
Every breath we take is a gift of grace. Every heartbeat, undeserved. Life and death are finally in the hands of God:
— John Piper
What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.
— Emil Brunner
While we breathe, we will hope.
— Barack Obama
Shaxpur.—In the great hand of God I stand and so proclaim mine innocence. Though ye sinless hosts of heaven had foretold ye coming of this most desolating breath, proclaiming it a work of uninspired man, its quaking thunders, its firmament-clogging rottenness his own achievement in due course of nature, yet had not I believed it; but had said the pit itself hath furnished forth the stink, and heaven's artillery hath shook the globe in admiration of it.
— Mark Twain