I always like it when I eat myself out of breath. That’s a good boost to my day. You know, I’m eating, and I go, ‘Oooohhh.’ It’s better a few moments later when you get to think about it, when you’re like, ‘Why did I just stop to take a deep breath? Oh yeah, my body also needs air.’
Playing with my daughter, I sat down because I couldn’t chase her anymore and she said, ‘Please, Daddy. I love playing with you’ and I couldn’t catch my breath. I just couldn’t. I was heaving, trying to catch my breath and looking at my adorable little girl with her puppy dog eyes pleading with her father to play.
You spend so much time in your head in life. And what yoga does is, it asks you to allow your head to be quiet, to allow it to be still, just for an hour and a half. Just deal with your body and your breath. And it’s a great workout. I love it.
I’m 42 and the age of a guy who has kids, so I guess I’m playing right where I’m supposed to be. I’m comfortable with that, but in the same breath I’d do something edgy. If someone came to me and offered me an edgy and funny story, then I’d do it.
I was in the orphanage in New Orleans until I was almost a year old. I don’t think I ever got held by my mama, so that was completely and utterly traumatic. I think it was trauma from the first breath, and I think I’ve spent my whole life trying to heal from that trauma. So it shaped my brain.
I think bad breath is… just hard to get past. Someone with just horrible breath, yeah. I’m not talking about just onion breath. I’m talking about you been brushing your teeth and using the mouthwash and it still smells like you’ve been tongue-kissing the toes of a gorilla – that’s horrible.
Whenever some kind of mass shooting or any other kind of violent activity takes place, we kind of hold our breath until we are sure that no Muslim was involved, because we know that these incidents will be treated differently if a Muslim is involved versus if somebody of another background is involved.
Music is my passion. I love music and I have a wish that my last breath be on stage.
I like living, breathing better than working… Each second, each breath is a work which is inscribed nowhere, which is neither visual nor cerebral. It’s a kind of constant euphoria.
I love that place where you get in running where you’re just never out of breath and you just feel like you could go forever. I love that. I love feeling strong.
I held 18, 19, or 20-year-old men in my arms, and I heard their last words, and I saw them take their last breath.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood – no more – to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
My job is to give everyone a chance to catch their breath and step back from all this and get back to work.
I love the rebelliousness of snail mail, and I love anything that can arrive with a postage stamp. There’s something about that person’s breath and hands on the letter.
And I’ve made it a choice on my records that sometimes I leave the breath or the trailing note that sometimes falls into a flat or a sharp.
If I live and breath something, I might as well show everybody what I live and breath.
I’ve never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn’t take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment.
‘Swan Lake’ can be a nightmare. To make a ‘Swan Lake’ that is worth it, every single movement and breath has to be perfect. When you have an idea of ‘Swan Lake’ that is as high as that, it’s almost impossible.
The future of the world belongs to the youth of the world, and it is from the youth and not from the old that the fire of life will warm and enlighten the world. It is your privilege to breathe the breath of life into the dry bones of many around you.
What childishness is it that while there’s breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?
When you’re feeling stressed, your breath becomes more rapid and shallow. Take some slow, deep breaths, which will reduce your stress level almost immediately.
Be happy. God gave you a breath to breathe every day. You don’t need to be mad about nothin’.
The best you can sometimes do is learn to take a breath, count to ten and simply accept that try as you might, no, your husband will never, ever learn not to drop a wet towel on the bed. That acceptance too counts as resolving a fight.
I will be singing till my last breath.
On the highline my thoughts are simple and clear. Fundamental needs shine through the mental clutter. I focus completely on my breath, my connection with the line, and making it safely to the other side.
We’ll rail against the way the government has destroyed our health care market in one breath and resist the support offered to the poor and middle class to navigate this brokenness with the other. This is not conservative; it is incoherence masquerading as ideological purity.
Pranayama is the practice of breath control. The word prana refers not only to breath, but also to air and life itself.
You can talk yourself into a good emotional state. I stop for a second, take a deep breath, and think about something that’s beautiful. A beautiful thought for me is cutting the umbilical cord for my child. I can guarantee you that your emotional state will change.
Most people are completely unaware of their breath. They violate your space, they have no idea that they have halitosis.
Science is properly more scrupulous than dogma. Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive.
Poetry is composing for the breath.
I’ll be working till by last breath and would prefer to die on sets only.
Things can move so fast that you don’t have time to catch your breath or think about the next move.
I was a fan of Meghan’s before she met our gorgeous Prince Harry. I loved her in Suits,’ I admired her work ethic and her charity work, and I think she is such a breath of fresh air.
Some of the finest comedies have chosen the Church as its subject and would indeed make most Christians laugh, give or take the occasional wince as a barb goes home. I have very fond memories of ‘Our Man at St Marks’ and long for the day when it is released on DVD but I won’t hold my breath.
It’s always nice when you do something and it’s well received as opposed to the other way which God knows happens to everybody. When the good times come around, you take a deep breath, appreciate it, but not take it too seriously.
Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect.
When I look back on my knee-jerk reactions now, I realize I should have just taken a breath.
The more I get connected to my own breath and my own yogic experience and my own prayer and my own idea, the ideas that have existed for so long – that we all belong to each other and we could live a deeper spiritual existence – the more I get connected to that, the more I shun this world.
But I would assert that despite the wide variety of yoga options and individual preferences, there is one universal element: the union of consciousness and movement, breath and awareness.
My parents raised me and my siblings in an armor of advice, an ocean of alarm bells so someone wouldn’t steal the breath from our lungs, so that they wouldn’t make a memory of this skin.
Imagine my name being taken in the same breath as Marilyn Monroe and Madonna.
Meditation has taught me to be in the present moment and observe the present moment at the same time. Just breathe, follow your breath, and your intuition can take you from there.
Do you mind if I sit back a little? Because your breath is very bad.
It is desirable that people make music on the breath, with the breath.
Truly to sing, that is a different breath.
I was a disappointment to my parents before I drew my first breath. After five boys, they had been praying for a girl and were convinced their prayers would be answered. So when Dad rang the hospital from a public phone and heard about my arrival, he started kicking and punching the kiosk.
As long as there’s breath in our lungs our story is still being written.
Free-diving is all about being lean, being super-flexible, and having a good breath hold.
His imagination conceived and bore – worlds; but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life; and, sooner or later, he invariably found it.
I wouldn’t mind meeting some of the people I’ve attempted to portray from the olden, olden days. They probably would all have really terrible skin and horrible bad breath, and I’d have to give them an Altoid.
I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be ‘beloved.’ I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.
I’m a spiritual person, I’m an America, I’m a Jew, and all of those things influence every breath I take, everywhere I go.
I can calm myself by an intense will, and also by the simple ability to focus in the most dangerous situation on breath and nothing else.
In the inhalation and exhalation there is an energy and a lively divine spirit, since He, through his spirit supports the breath of life, giving courage to the people who are in the earth and spirit to those who walk on it.
