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“When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.”
― Socrates

“All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“He leaned toward me and delicately grazed my lips with his. The tease left me breathless, burning for more.
“I keep having to remind myself that I can do that,â€� he smirked.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“These past two days, I’ve seen a fire in your eyes that I never have before. Granted, it’s mostly anger and frustration, but it’s still emotion.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“We're always one breath away from something, living or dying, sometimes it just can't be helped.”
― Heather Gudenkauf, One Breath Away

“In the balance of love and loss, it was love that made me struggle toâ€� Breathe.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“The first kiss is the deepest."

"The last breath is the hardest.”
― Nadège Richards, 5 Miles

“Knowing you were right down the hall was way too hard. I couldn’t do it,â€� Evan declared, sliding under the covers next to me.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“You are not showing her my baby pictures!â€� He sounded horrified, which made me laugh.
“Come on, Evan,â€� I teased with a laughing smile, “you were adorable.”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“The reflection, the verisimilitude, of life that shines in the fleshly cells from the soul source is the only cause of man's attachment to his body; obviously he would not pay solicitous homage to a clod of clay. A human being falsely identifies himself with his physical form because the life currents from the soul are breath-conveyed into the flesh with such intense power that man mistakes the effect for a cause, and idolatrously imagines the body to have life of its own.”
― Paramahansa Yogananda, Autobiography of a Yogi

“I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.”
― Katherine Hannigan, Ida B. . . and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster, and (Possibly) Save the World

“Because I was conceived and born and I grew up. I'm breathing and my heart is beating and as much as it hurts â€� as much searing, monumental pain it causes me â€� I have to exist.”
― Brenna Yovanoff, Paper Valentine

“Sometimes it all becomes too much. Your body and mind will just give way. Part of you may want to blissfully fade into nothing, but you never do. After a while all the memories and emotions make you shut down but never fully disappear—it’s safer for you this way, to be excluded. It’s a time to be alone, to heal, and to find yourself. It doesn’t mean you’ve given up or stopped trying; it just means you know what’s best for you.
Breathing is medicine. I forgot how to breathe, but I’m learning all over again.”
― Mandi Lynn, Essence

“Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.”
― Cyndi Lee

“Oh! Did you hear that Haley Spencer asked him to homecoming?â€� she exclaimed.
“Of course I didn’t. You’re my source of gossip, remember?”
― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

“Is the mask working?" she asked me.
"How can I tell?"
"If you can breath, then it's working.”
― Lemony Snicket

“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, About This Life: Journeys on the Threshold of Memory

“I saw to the south a man walking. He was breaking ground in perfect silence. He wore a harness and pulled a plow. His feet trod his figure's blue shadow, and the plow cut a long blue shadow in the field. He turned back as if to check the furrow, or as if he heard a call. Again I saw another man on the plain to the north. This man walked slowly with a spade, and turned the green ground under. Then before me in the near distance I saw the earth itself walking, the earth walking dark and aerated as it always does in every season, peeling the light back: The earth was plowing the men under, and the space, and the plow. No one sees us go under. No one sees generations churn, or civilizations. The green fields grow up forgetting.

Ours is a planet sown in beings. Our generations overlap like shingles. We don't fall in rows like hay, but we fall. Once we get here, we spend forever on the globe, most of it tucked under. While we breathe, we open time like a path in the grass. We open time as a boat's stem slits the crest of the present.”
― Annie Dillard, For the Time Being: Essays

“The savage rushing of the river seemed to be inside her head, inside her body. Even when the oarswomen, their guides, were speaking to her, she had the impression she couldn't quite hear them because of the roar. Not of the river that did indeed roar, just behind them, close to the simple shelter they'd made for her, but because of an internal roar as of the sound of a massive accumulation of words, spoken all at once, but collected over a lifetime, now trying to leave her body. As they rose to her lips, and in response to the question: Do you want to go home? she leaned over a patch of yellow grass near her elbow and threw up.
All the words from decades of her life filled her throat. Words she had said or had imagined saying or had swallowed before saying to her father, dead these many years. All the words to her mother. To her husbands. Children. Lovers. The words shouted back at the television set, spreading its virus of mental confusion.
Once begun, the retching went on and on. She would stop, gasping for breath, rest a minute, and be off again. Draining her body of precious fluid... Soon, exhausted, she was done.
No, she had said weakly, I don't want to go home. I'll be all right now.”
― Alice Walker, Now Is the Time to Open Your Heart

“Every damn breath hurt like hell, but I kept Breathing too. I told myself it would be a privilege to breathe through pain like that for the rest of my life - just knowing each breath was a gift.”
― Rachel Van Dyken

“What destiny is there, but to sense, observe, merge, re-emerge,
Empty, yet filled, spreading everywhere, inside, outside, in,
Pulsing, fluctuating, breathing as part of one being,
Whispering, feeling, reflecting, flowing between hot and cold,

Mineral and plant, dark and light, love and fear, new and old.”
― Jay Woodman

“True writers know that writing is not something they feel required to do,
or to make a living they must do, it is quite frankly like breathing. Some
can breathe often and fluently, some short breaths, some a long exhale
and for many of us it is the patient steady breathing surrounding life.”
― Milissa R. Bailey

“He hands the page to his wife and looks across the room to Colleen's picture, listening to her absence, breathing deeply the air she can't share.”
― Steven Herrick, Cold Skin

“Breathing is medicine. I forgot how to breathe, but I’m learning all over again.”
― Mandi Lynn, Essence

“Someday, it will be hard to remember why we were once so fired up about 3G connectivity and the wonders of mobile broadband. Seamless, lightning-fast connectedness will be a given everywhere on Earth, and today's gadgets will be quaint museum pieces. At that point, all we'll care about is what kind of life these devices have created for us. And if it isn't a good life, we'll wonder what we did wrong.”
― William_Powers, Hamlet's BlackBerry: A Practical Philosophy for Building a Good Life in the Digital Age

“Keep breathing," said Ben. "That's the big thing for now."
--"Money Talks”
― Kurt Vonnegut, While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction

“We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.”
― Heather Gudenkauf

“I'd stopped breathing and everything about that moment was like stumbling into a 3-D movie after living a 2-D life.”
― Karen Tayleur, Love Notes From Vinegar House

“from the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN.

We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.”
― Jay Woodman, SPAN

“It is often thought that spirits in the after-world do not breathe as we might do - and that in being dead, one does not require inhaling and exhaling anything.

Well, they do exchange ethers, and the body of a soul does in fact breathe, and talk and sing - though not with oxygen, but a rarefied vitality. And just as a newborn, the very first impulse that comes when one crosses over to the other side, past the veils of death, is to inhale deeply - and then relax.”
― Gabriel Brunsdon, Azlander: Second Nature