Yogic Breathing Quotes

I'm afraid she'll look at him in some
way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is
fear? ~ Jerry Spinelli

This, Tony, is a living land, not a construction site. This is
real and breathing, not a fabrication that can be bullied into
being. When you choose technique over relationship and
process, when you try and shortcut the speed of growing
awareness and force understanding and maturity before its time,
this - he pointed down and over the length ~ Wm. Paul Young

Poetry Is a Destructive Force
That's what misery is,
Nothing to have at heart.
It is to have or nothing.
It is a thing to have,
A lion, an ox in his breast,
To feel it breathing there.
Corazon, stout dog,
Young ox, bow-legged bear,
He tastes its blood, not spit.
He is like a man
In the body of a violent beast.
Its muscles are his own ...
The lion sleeps in the sun.
Its nose is on its paws.
It can kill a man. ~ Wallace Stevens

Writing is like breathing underwater. It's really hard to do unless you can imagine yourself a nice set of gills. ~ Alane Adams

His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. "I thought I heard something."
"Yeah, well, guess what? I'm a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise! ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

I could not give up either of these worlds, neither the book I am holding nor the gleaming forest, though I have told you almost nothing of what is said here on these grim pages, from the sentences of which I've conjured images of a bleak site years ago. Here in this room, I suppose, is to be found the interior world of the book; but it opens upon a world beyond the windows, where no event has been collapsed into syntax, where the vocabulary, it seems, is infinite. The indispensable connection for me lies with the open space (of the open window ajar year round, never closed) that lets the breath of every winter storm, the ripping wind and its pelting rain, enter the room. ~ Barry Lopez

I breathe in the soft, saturated exhalations of cedar trees and salmonberry bushes, fireweed and wood fern, marsh hawks and meadow voles, marten and harbor seal and blacktail deer. I breathe in the same particles of air that made songs in the throats of hermit thrushes and gave voices to humpback whales, the same particles of air that lifted the wings of bald eagles and buzzed in the flight of hummingbirds, the same particles of air that rushed over the sea in storms, whirled in high mountain snows, whistled across the poles, and whispered through lush equatorial gardens ... air that has passed continually through life on earth. I breathe it in, pass it on, share it in equal measure with billions of other living things, endlessly, infinitely. ~ Richard Nelson

The only thing I have to do in life is die. Everything else is a choice ... including breathing. ~ G-Dragon

Death's life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights ~ Munia Khan

There is a majesty and mystery in nature, take her as you will. The essence of poetry comes breathing to a mind that feels from every province of her empire. ~ Thomas Carlyle

The deletion of logic is through....

Love
Acceptance
Forgiveness
Compassion
Understanding
Faith in the unknown
Present Moment Living
Conscious Breathing ~ Matthew Donnelly

While seeing or hearing, touching or smelling; eating, moving about, or sleeping; breathing 9 or speaking, letting go or holding on, even opening or closing the eyes, they understand that these are only the movements of the senses among sense objects. 10 ~ Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa

My point is... he loves you. I mean it's obvious to everyone how much he cares for you, but I was hoping he didn't really love you, not like that―not like I saw when he held you that night. Like your pain was his and he would do anything in the world for you, to protect you... All I have to say is that he's the most amazing person I've ever met, and I'd give anything for someone to love me like that, so you'd better deserve him, Emma. ~ Analise ~ Rebecca Donovan

Birth and Death are words we chose to describe the doorways in and out of a cycle. This cycle is connected to a larger cycle which awaits our return. It is all just like breathing. Remove the fear and judgement to recognize the same pattern as a principle everywhere. ~ Franklin Gillette

Every generation confronts the task of choosing its past. Inheritances are chosen as much as they are passed on. The past depends less on 'what happened then' than on the desires and discontents of the present. Strivings and failures shape the stories we tell. What we recall has as much to do with the terrible things we hope to avoid as with the good life for which we yearn. But when does one decide to stop looking to the past and instead conceive of a new order? When is it time to dream of another country or to embrace other strangers as allies or to make an opening, an overture, where there is none? When is it clear that the old life is over, a new one has begun, and there is no looking back? From the holding cell was it possible to see beyond the end of the world and to imagine living and breathing again? ~ Saidiya V. Hartman

But all that was as automatic as her beating heart, as subconscious as breathing - what she felt above all was the fierce tingling certainty of being alive. ~ Lisa Verge Higgins

I like the work hanging free in the frame. I don't like too much frame around it but I like a little breathing space around the piece. ~ Robert Barry

She smiled at him, and he stopped breathing. ~ Allie Burke

Matthias nodded to the fisherman and Rotty winked back at him, giving a brief tug on the beard of his disguise. He poled the boat rapidly down the canal.

As they approached Zentsbridge, Matthias caught sight of the huge bottleboat parked beneath it. It was wide enough that the hulls scraped as Rotty tried to pass. The bottle man and Rotty broke into a heated argument, and Nina let loose another wail, long and loud enough that Matthias wondered if she was trying to compete with the plague siren.

"Perhaps some deep breathing?" the medik suggested from the railing.

Matthias gave Nina the barest warning glance. They could fake a pregnancy. They couldn't fake an actual birth. At least he didn't think they could. He wouldn't put anything past Kaz at this point. ~ Leigh Bardugo

You look so beautiful
No one but me knows you're insane
I feel so damn pathetic
My friends just don't get it

Cause you've got me under oath
Before you I was in a fucking rut
One day you are in the past
That night I ask you back

It started out just harmless fun
Now you've got me thinking you are the one

Cause if you wanna take me home
You know I'm ready to leave
You've got me under your spell
Please don't set me free

Cause I've been having all these nightmares
Seeing you is my only way up
Feeling so defenseless
But I'm telling you
I wouldn't change a thing

You've got me feeling strange
Cause I love to hate you so damn much
But I can't think of leaving
Cause you're what keeps me breathing

It started out just harmless fun
Now you've got me thinking you are the one

Cause if you wanna take me home
You know I'm ready to leave
You've got me under your spell
Please don't set me free

Cause I've been having all these nightmares
Seeing you is my only way up
Feeling so defenseless
But I'm telling you
I wouldn't change a thing

Cause if you wanna take me home
You know I'm ready to leave
You've got me under your spell
Please don't set me free

Cause if you wanna take me home
You know I'm ready to leave
You've got me under your spell
Calum Hood

Sometimes it was like a deep ache, the simple act of breathing in and out. ~ Jess Walter

A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath that circles Autumn's brow. ~ James Grahame

You may be 38 years old, as I happen to be. And one day, some great opportunity stands before you and calls you to stand up for some great principle, some great issue, some great cause. And you refuse to do it because you are afraid ... . You refuse to do it because you want to live longer ... . You're afraid that you will lose your job, or you are afraid that you will be criticized or that you will lose your popularity, or you're afraid that somebody will stab you, or shoot at you or bomb your house; so you refuse to take the stand.
Well, you may go on and live until you are 90, but you're just as dead at 38 as you would be at 90. And the cessation of breathing in your life is but the belated announcement of an earlier death of the spirit. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

It's weird," I said. "In one way I feel almost crushed by all the freedom, but the longer I travel, the more I feel like I'm exhaling after holding my breath for years. It's like I'm breathing normally again. ~ Kristine K. Stevens

To be sure, repression must also allow an occasional breathing space, must close an eye every now and then, alternate indulgence with abuse, with a certain unpredictability in its caprices; otherwise, if nothing more remains to be repressed, the whole system rusts and wears down. Let's be frank: every regime, even the most authoritarian, survives in a situation of unstable equilibrium, whereby it needs to justify constantly the existence of its repressive apparatus, therefore of something to repress. ~ Italo Calvino

This exquisite state of unconcerned immersion in oneself is not, unfortunately, of long duration. It is liable to be disturbed from inside. As though sprung from nowhere, moods, feelings, desires, worries and even thoughts incontinently rise up, in a meaningless jumble ... The only successful way of rendering this disturbance inoperative is to keep on breathing quietly and unconcernedly, to enter into friendly relations with whatever appears on the scene, to accustom oneself to it, to look at it equably and at last grow weary of looking. ~ Eugen Herrigel

Still, a living, breathing human being
even a boneheaded or barely articulate one
conveys so much in person. The physical fact of a creature with heart thrumming and neurons flickering
what Shakespeare called the 'poor, bare, forked animal'
compels us all; we're all hardwired in moments of empathy to see ourselves in another. ~ Mary Karr

Everything in Louisiana is about layers. There are layers of race, layers of class, layers of survival, layers of death, and layers of rebirth. To live with these layers is to be a true Louisianian. This state has a depth that is simultaneously beyond words and yet as natural as breathing. How can a place be both other-worldly and completely pedestrian is beyond me; however, Louisiana manages to do it. Louisiana is spooky that way. ~ Don Lemon

Relax enough, and your body becomes so familiar with the cradle-rocking rhythm that you almost forget you're moving. And once you break through to that soft, half-levitating flow, that's when the moonlight and champagne show up: "You have to be in tune with your body, and know when you can push it and when to back off," Ann would explain. You have to listen closely to the sound of your own breathing; be aware of how much sweat is beading on your back; make sure to treat yourself to cool water and a salty snack and ask yourself, honestly and often, exactly how you feel. What could be more sensual than paying exquisite attention to your own body? Sensual counted as romantic, right? ~ Christopher McDougall

Creating breathing room financially may lower your standard of living but raise your quality of life. ~ Andy Stanley

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn't see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing. ~ Arielle Hudson

No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing. ~ Libba Bray

In an age in which we can project an image and score that image based on immediate Facebook and Twitter feedback, thus making a video game of life and a false-reality composed of lies, what gets lost is a joyful obsession with the work we create from the purest of motives, a sheer joy in the act of creation itself that causes us to lose ourselves in something else, and in a way die to ourselves over the absolute love of a thing we are breathing into life. ~ Donald Miller

You brought the colour in. You brought me to life when I didn't even realize I'd stopped breathing. Now I can't get enough air. It's everywhere because of you. Be my air. Let me be yours. ~ Tessa Bailey

Everyone wants a strong woman
until she actually stands up,
flexes her muscles,
projects her voice

Suddenly, she is too much.
She has forgotten her place.

You love those women
as ideas, fantasies

Not as breathing, living humans
threatening to be even better
than you could ever be. ~ Ari Eastman

Sahl was never a great comic. His nervous, jabbing, keep-them-off-balance delivery was the strategy of a man who was not comfortable in front of an audience. His creative method -- a rapid scanning of the day's output of newspapers, magazines, and radio broadcasts -- was a recipe for superficiality or, at best, the kind of quick, shallow laugh triggered by a topical allusion. Sahl was always devoid of the two basic ingredients of great humor: imagination and soul. He could make fun of the latest Hollywood movies. He could stab at the pieties of his own class. He could take an abrupt insight into politics or wold events and phrase it neatly into a gag. What he could never do was suggest a world of living, breathing people behaving in ridiculous yet recognizably human patterns. ~ Albert Goldman

Eliza had split each day between her two favorite places on the estate: the black rock down in the cove, on top of which millennia of tides had washed smooth a seat-sized platform; and the hidden garden, her garden, at the end of the maze. What a delight it was to have a place of one's own, an entire garden in which to Be. Sometimes Eliza liked to sit on the iron seat, perfectly still, and just listen. To the windblown leaves tapping against the walls, the muffled ocean breathing in and out, and the birds singing their stories. Sometimes, if she sat still enough, she almost fancied she could hear the flowers sighing in gratitude to the sun. ~ Kate Morton

I do my job like I breathe - so if I can't breathe I'm in trouble. ~ Karl Lagerfeld

These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they ~ Harriet Jacobs

This is the fear: death will come and we have not lived yet. We are just preparing to live. Nothing is ready; life has not happened. We have not known the ecstasy which life is; we have not known the bliss life is; we have not known anything. We have just been breathing in and out. We have been just existing. Life has been just a hope and death is coming near. And if life has not yet happened and death happens before it, of course, obviously, we will be afraid because we would not like to die. ~ Rajneesh

There's something profoundly intense and intoxicating about friendship found en route. It's the bond that arises from being thrust into uncomfortable circumstances, and the vulnerability of trusting others to navigate those situations. It's the exhilaration of meeting someone when we are our most alive selves, breathing new air, high on life-altering moments. It's the discovery of the commonality of the world's people and the attendant rejection of prejudices. It's the humbling experience of being suspicious of a stranger who then extends a great kindness. It's the astonishment of learning from those we set out to teach. It's the intimacy of sharing small spaces, the recognition of a kindred spirit across the globe.
It's the travel relationship, and it can only call itself family. ~ Lavinia Spalding

Superstar politicians and superstar quarterbacks have the same kind of delicate egos, and people who life on that level grow very accustomed to very thin, rarified air. They have trouble breathing in the lower altitudes; and if they can't breath right, they can't function. ~ Hunter S. Thompson

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this. ~ Tabitha Suzuma

In breathing I am an object of the air, the air the subject; but when I make the air an object of thought, of investigation, when I analyse it, I reverse the relation - I make myself the subject, the air an object. ~ Ludwig Feuerbach