One of my initial memories of being taken over by music was watching Paul McCartney on TV play a tribute to John Lennon. He was playing piano by himself and singing ‘Imagine,’ and I remember feeling an anxiety and shortness of breath.
I always feel that until you take your last breath, you’re always growing.
I’ve often thought that Obama should come out in favor of oxygen, just to see how many right-wingers keel over from holding their breath for too long.
I’ve always wanted to be able to hold my breath for like, ever, and swim in the water like a fish.
Men explain things to me, still. And no man has ever apologized for explaining, wrongly, things that I know and they don’t. Not yet, but according to the actuarial tables, I may have another fortysomething years to live, more or less, so it could happen. Though I’m not holding my breath.
I like to let my skin breath as much as possible on my days off, when I don’t have to wear full or heavy make-up. So I just apply it as a moisturiser, knowing that it’s going to even out my skin tone and give me SPF 15 coverage, too.
I’m just attracted to the action element of science fiction. It’s great to sit in the editing room with the director and sound engineers and to create the feeling where your heart is racing and you’re sitting at the edge of your seat and you find yourself holding your breath.
We’re really excited to be even talked about in the same breath as Foo Fighters or Metallica.
We’d better not speak against misogyny if, in the same breath, we’re not also speaking against transphobia and homophobia and racism and classism and poverty. This is one fight. It always has been.
In West Virginia yesterday, a man was arrested for stealing several blow-up dolls. Reportedly, police didn’t have any trouble catching the man because he was completely out of breath.
When you’re just a breath away from North Korea, it boggles your mind that that exists, or that something like the Khmer Rouge ever existed. You wonder how we allow that to happen as human beings; how we allow the human condition to get so depraved and desperate.
I frequently find after a rehearsal of a performance that I have more breath, and can walk better and climb stairs better than I could before. It’s as if I’ve expanded my lungs doing it. Basically speaking, conducting is quite a healthy profession.
I never ever wanted to change my sport… Figure skating was my outlet, it was my breath, it was how I could live and transmit everything I was feeling and everything I had worked for and given up and all these sacrifices I’d made throughout the years. It was how I could make them all worth it.
I do have that mindset – that most good art comes from some turmoil, from someone trying to come to some equilibrium, or come up and get a breath.
South Floridians, we can relate to storms where you just brace and hold your breath and even when you’re holding your breath you know the worst is coming.
I never like being touched, ever. People used to say I held my breath when they were hugging me. I still do.
Thought is more than a right – it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak, to write, to publish, are things, so far as the right is concerned, absolutely identical. They are the ever-enlarging circles of intelligence in action; they are the sonorous waves of thought.
The inclusion of slope style in the Olympics is cool. I think it’s going to be a total breath of fresh air. The Olympics needs us more than we need it.
If you think the country is at risk of imploding due to cancel culture, lack of border control, horrific foreign policy decisions going back decades, and bowing down to China – and many of us do – then absolutely a Trump speech is a breath of comforting and soothing fresh air.
I’ve suffered rib injuries, but I’ve never had a broken one. I’ve dislocated it and popped it, and even that, a big step down from broken, it hurts so bad. But you can’t really move. You can’t even fully breathe and take a deep breath of air.
If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I’m just going to hold my breath, because I know i’m going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.
I came into the music world in 1988 with a song called ‘Ooh La La,’ that was like a breath of fresh air in Haitian music.
We always joke that our road crew will have to wheelchair us up onstage soon because this is what we do. This is what we love to do. This is what God put us on earth to do until the day we take our last breath.
It is possible to experience an awakening in this life through realising just how precious each moment, each mental process, and each breath truly is.
I hope when I take my last breath I haven’t got any regrets, because I am making up for lost time with my family.
Bubbles are just a little liquid soap and a breath of air.
I started on a very high note and I was alwasy able to choose. I want to be able to do that until my last breath. And to do that, you have to have money.
We used tea towels for gloves until we got proper ones and were always breaking our mum’s ornaments. She’d come home and find us all sat in our boxer shorts, out of breath and our skin red raw. She hated it.
About the only thing that’ll stay with you that you can trust all your life is your breath. Your breath will be there at the very last, because when it stops, you will stop.
I can’t stand bad breath.
I know one day I will take my last breath, and if I am in His ‘house’ when that happens, I pray my family can find a bit of solace and peace knowing that is where I saw Jesus for the first time.
London really is my city; I was born within a breath of Marble Arch.
You just have to take a deep breath, relax and let the game come to you.
My weekends are oases of time and space, where I am able to draw a breath and dive into the stuff I couldn’t get to that week – the great article I bookmarked, the friend whose emails I kept dropping, the blog post I’d meant to write on a subject that wasn’t timely but was still important.
I always thought that if you don’t feel the breath in the actors’ bodies, you lose all the intimacy and truth.
I waited for my daughter, Billie, to come to me with her troubles – but I’m glad I didn’t hold my breath.
It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
When men change, maybe Bond will change. But let’s wait. I’m not holding my breath.
Especially with athletic pubalgia and the patellar tendonitis – I used to bowl six balls and then I used to be gasping for breath. And there would be pain all over the place.
I have lived a long life, and I am proud that I spend the whole of my life in the service of my people. I am only proud of this and nothing else. I shall continue to serve until my last breath, and when I die, I can say, that every drop of my blood will invigorate India and strengthen it.
My life was changed in one breath from God.
Meditation is essential. I try to start each morning with a focus on the breath and three things I’m grateful for.
It’s a huge honour that I’m mentioned in the same breath as Mesut.
All I hope, selfishly, is that there will be real books until the day I draw my last breath.
The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone.
Any time I’m having difficulty, I focus on the breath, on relaxed breathing.
You’d think skiing wouldn’t be strenuous – all you have to do, after all, is start at the top and let gravity pull you to the dessert bar in the lodge. But at those elevations, you’ll find about as much oxygen as you’ll find kindness from your children. It’s like spending six hours holding your breath.
I simply want to take a break and catch my breath. But I also think that, sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is to deliberately keep some time free and see what the world throws at you.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
A human being is only breath and shadow.
I enjoy worldbuilding very much. I generally start with an approximation. With ‘Flesh and Spirit’ and ‘Breath and Bone,’ because I was thinking of a world on the brink of a dark age, I began with the sense of Roman Britain. But I purposely set the geography to match something other than Britain – which has been overdone.
Every time another review comes out I let out a deep breath.
While I was writing ‘The Big Girls,’ I had to take a big breath each morning and calm myself sufficiently to once again enter that world. But friends tell me that it is the only thing that really interests me. They say that I like to be upset.
Thin people release the fork, and they chew the food with the fork on the table. They chew their food slowly. They look around at each other or the wall or a picture. They listen to the music. They sit back and take a breath. They do something other than concentrate on shoving the food into their body.
In an enclosed space, a camel’s breath can change the atmosphere of the room. Not only just the smell, they literally seem to change the atmospheric pressure. It’s so disgusting. It’s like they have eight stomachs each more rancid then the next and it just comes out of their mouth.
