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“For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go.”

Heart Said Stills Dream Sound Voice Sleep Air Mines Ears Breaths Letting You Go

Book:The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

Source: The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning and no end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.”

Writing Two Ends House Water Secret Morning Forever Pieces Air Wall Arms Skins Breaths Rose Bread Clock Afternoon Harsh Bathroom Moths Bathroom Wall

Author:Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“we can't afford to do anyone harm because we owe them our lives each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs our enemies are the very air in disguise you can talk a great philosophy but if you can't be kind to people every day it doesn't mean that much to me it's the little things you do the little things you say it's the love you give along the way”

People Ifs Way Giving Kind Mean Littles Philosophy Enemy Our Lives Air Love You Breaths Harm Little Things Be Kind Disguise Lungs Recycled Great Philosophy

Author:Ani DiFranco

“The delicious breath of rain was in the air.”

Air Rain Breaths

Author:Kate Chopin

“Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.”

Stars Air Fields Wind Spring Rivers Breaths Invisible Rising Valleys Twilight Flew Ponds Clovers

Book:A Sound of Thunder and Other Stories

Source: A Sound of Thunder and Other Stories

“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”

Ifs World Heart Water Silence Air Wind Listening Cold My Heart Late Stones Breaths Lays Woods Void Ashes Trembling Bleak Bedrock

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“Battle with unconditioned breath the unconditioned air. Shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensional life; stay away from screens.”

Three Air Battle Breaths Communicate Screens Electric Wire

Author:Wendell Berry

“What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?”

Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty

“The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled - Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon field; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.”

Long Moments Beautiful Names Sun Magic Air Mystery Fields Color Red Window Breaths Stuck Valleys Purple Grapes Deep Breath Dusk Grove Melons Burgundy Tangerines

Book:On the Road

Source: On the Road

“The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air. It spins higher and higher, defying gravity and logic, stretching for something just out of reach. It shall have to fall, of course. Eventually. But for now, I hold my breath, willing it to keep going, taking comfort in its struggle.”

Ifs Stills Fall Courses Struggle Air Willing Wind Higher Comfort Picks Logic Breaths Blow Settling Keep Going Gravity Leafs Breeze Stretching Defying Defying Gravity

Book:Rebel Angels

Source: Rebel Angels

“Lara walked along the tracks following a path worn by pilgrims and then turned into the fields. Here she stopped and, closing her eyes, took a deep breath of the flower-scented air of the broad expanse around her. It was dearer to her than her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place.”

“To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one's lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available.”

Long Next Air Week Draws Breaths Instinct Available Day To Day Lungs Spinning Nineteen Unconquerable

Book:Animal Farm and 1984

Source: Animal Farm and 1984

“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!”

Men Hate Common Air Cry I Hate Breaths Uncertainty Prize Rotten

Book:Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra

Source: Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra

“There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.”

Seems Air Breaths

Book:Rose Madder

Source: Rose Madder

“Pass by the synthetic yarn department, then, with your nose in the air. Should a clerk come out with the remark that All Young Mothers In This Day and Age (why can't they save their breath and say "now"?) insist on a yarn which can be machine-washed and machine-dried, come back at her with the reply that one day, you suppose, they will develop a baby that can be machine-washed and -dried.”

Should Age Young Mother Air Baby One Day Machines Breaths Noses Department This Day Remarks Clerks Knitting Synthetic Yarn Young Mother

Book:Elizabeth Zimmermann's Knitter's Almanac: The Commemorative Edition

Source: Elizabeth Zimmermann's Knitter's Almanac: The Commemorative Edition

“Oh, my God. It hit me like a tsunami then: how perfect he was for me, how he was everything I could possibly hope for, as a friend, boyfriend - maybe even more. He was it for me. There would be no more looking. I really, really loved him, with a whole new kind of love I'd never felt before, something that made every other kind of love I'd ever felt just seem washed out and wimpy in comparison. I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breath in my lungs. And air sacs.”

Kind Made Whole Body Seems Would Be Felt Perfect Air Breaths Wings Cells Comparison Feathers Lungs Kinds Of Love Tsunami

Author:James Patterson

“She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.”

Felt Air Ocean Breaths Wet Electric Brutality Serene Electric Power

Author:Holly Black

“Standing Here My entire world far beneath my feet, I should be filled with pride. Instead, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of defeat. Suddenly it comes to me, toes tempted to test the ledge, that there is a way out of this. Clam surety flows through my veins, and as I turn to wave good-bye, I wonder if it will hurt or if a single person will cry at my funeral. I take a deep breath, a final taste of sweet mountain air. I conjure Leona, Emily. Move my feet closer. Closer There's Grandma One, Grandma Two, and their spouses, waiting for me. I see Dad. Cara. Mommy. I screw up my courage, step over”

“My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.”

Eye Air Breaths Breathing Tension Muscles Relax Warmth Moonlight Clicks Headphones

Book:Thirteen Reasons Why 10th Anniversary Edition

Source: Thirteen Reasons Why 10th Anniversary Edition

“And so taking the long way home through the market I slow my pace down. It doesn't come naturally. My legs are programmed to trot briskly and my arms to pump up and down like pistons, but I force myself to stroll past the stalls and pavement cafes. To enjoy just being somewhere, rather than rushing from somewhere, to somewhere. Inhaling deep lungfuls of air, instead of my usual shallow breaths. I take a moment to just stop and look around me. And smile to myself. For the first time in a long time, I can, quite literally, smell the coffee.”

“I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.”

Knows Way Stills Body Happens Air Stupid Cry Goes On Quiet Breaths Lays Hiding Throat Screws Lungs Starving Being Quiet

Author:Lilith Saintcrow

“The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two boys pursuing, the air was so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.”

Two Lost Black Boys Air Sweet Wind Cold Sick Breaths Train Ice Hills Cream Candy Ice Cream Fluttering Confetti

Book:Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel

Source: Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel

“He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.”

Feels Looks Heart Air Streets Car Missing Cold Flow Empty Breaths Warm Allowing Empty Streets

Book:Thirteen Reasons Why

Source: Thirteen Reasons Why

“He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with the scent of burning.”

Moments Air Arms Cold Breaths Snow Burning Ashes Harsh Scent Deep Breath Cold Air

Book:The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

Source: The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“I tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and mine - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. I could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when we were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something I didn't consciously notice until it was removed. There was no friction in the space between us. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.”