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“Winding her arms close around his neck, she closed her eyes. To be embraced, safe in a man's arms when she had never expected it to happen again, this would be enough.Time sheltered their embrace, enfolding them within a summer scented capsule that felt endless and theirs alone. The fragrance of grass and sunlight and nearby water sweetened each breath. Theirs was the music of birds ans the lazy buzz of insects and the beating of two hearts. Yes, she thought, she didn't need more. This would be enough.”

Men Needs Heart Two Enough Happens Would Be Eye Felt Water Arms Safe Summer Bird Breaths Embrace Expected Endless Grass Necks Lazy Sunlight Her Eyes Insects Fragrance Enough Time Buzz Two Hearts

Author:Maggie Osborne

“But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.”

Spirit Dark Sleep Blessing Bird Breaths Wrath

Book:The achievement of Theodore Roethke: a comprehensive selection of his poems

Source: The achievement of Theodore Roethke: a comprehensive selection of his poems

“Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.”

Morning Sweet Bird Breaths Rising Charm Paradise Lost Book 9 Paradise Lost Book 2

Author:John Milton

“Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook; The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers; The song of birds amid the bowers; The crystal of the azure seas; The music of the southern breeze; And, over all, the blessed sun, Telling of halcyon days begun.”

May Eye Song Sun Sea Sky Mines Flower Summer Bird Breaths Blessed Southern Breeze Simplest Crystals Flocks Brooks Azure Greening Minnows Halcyon Days

Book:The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir

Source: The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir

“How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon! The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly--while the Blackbird sings.”

Song Morning Rich Tree Sweet Summer Bird Harmony Breaths Wings Ancient Streams Afternoon Breeze Sunny Whispering Boon Blackbirds

Book:Days and Hours

Source: Days and Hours

“Just at the turn of the tide, nature held its breath - no bird sang, everything seemed to be waiting and waiting. And then, sure enough, as if someone had flicked a switch, everything started in motion again.”

Ifs Enough Turns Waiting Ocean Bird Breaths Tides

Author:M.C. Beaton

“On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my day been caught in the palm of a female hand by the crown, have been violently scrubbed from the neck to the roots of the hair as a purification for the Temple, and have then been carried off highly charged with saponaceous electricity, to be steamed like a potato in the unventilated breath of the powerful Boanerges Boiler and his congregation, until what small mind I had, was quite steamed out of me”

Source: Novels

“Debt is to man what the serpent is to the bird; its eye fascinates, its breath poisons, its coil crushes sinew and bone, its jaw is the pitiless grave.”

Men Eye Bird Breaths Bones Debt Graves Poison Crush Serpent

Author:Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

“As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't planned on reviving in this place. A perv in a white shirt and polyester pants. A standard hide-in-the-bushes-and-whack-it perv. Fat and balding, it was as appealing as watching a giant marshmallow go at it.”

Lasts White Saws Air Members Spring Standards Bird Breaths Fats Shirts Giants Pants Wildlife Birdsong Marshmallow White Shirts Pervs

Author:Rob Thurman

“They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.”

Fall Hours Tree Sky Wind Quiet Bird Towns Hot Breaths Clouds Squares Earthquakes Lunchtime Portents

Book:Chris Cleave Ebook Boxed Set: Little Bee, Incendiary, Gold

Source: Chris Cleave Ebook Boxed Set: Little Bee, Incendiary, Gold

“Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last bread, for the body you destroyed for me, for the son you have given me, for the twenty-nine days we lived like Red Birds of Paradise, for all our Naples sands and Napa wines, for all the days you have been my first and last breath, for Orbeli- I will forgive you.”

“It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness.”

Long Cry Pure Bird Breaths Flight Silver Soar Long Life Bosoms Serene Ethereal Speeding Orbs

Book:The Complete Works of James Joyce: Novels, Short Stories, Plays, Poetry, Essays & Letters: Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Finnegan’s Wake, Dubliners, The Cat and the Devil, Exiles, Chamber Music, Pomes Penyeach, Stephen Hero, Giacomo Joyce, Critical Writings & more

Source: The Complete Works of James Joyce: Novels, Short Stories, Plays, Poetry, Essays & Letters: Ulysses, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Finnegan’s Wake, Dubliners, The Cat and the Devil, Exiles, Chamber Music, Pomes Penyeach, Stephen Hero, Giacomo Joyce, Critical Writings & more

“To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.”

Source: The house of life: Rachel Carson at work

“I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this one time I found a baby bird near goose Point, and I picked it up and it died there, taking its final gasping fluttering breaths in my palm.”

Feels Hands Found Baby Bird Died Breaths Finals Tiny One Time Reach Out Palms Geese Wrists Fluttering

Book:Before I Fall

Source: Before I Fall

“It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.”

“A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a hundred peaks and waterfalls. The manifold voices of falling water Take all night. Wrapped in your down bag Starlight on you cheeks and eyelids Your breath comes and goes In a tiny cloud in the frosty night. Ten thousand birds sing in the sunrise. Ten thousand years revolve without change. All this will never be again.”

Source: The Collected Shorter Poems

“Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.”

Littles Peace Waiting Meditation Mountain Bird Breaths Silent Forests Perceive Mountain Top Treetops

Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“The really intelligent person keeps his childhood alive to his last breath.He never loses it-the wonder the child feels looking at the birds,looking at the flowers,looking at the sky...Intelligence also has to be,in the same way,childlike.”

Way Life Feels Children Persons Lasts Loses Wonder Alive Sky Childhood Flower Bird Intelligent Breaths Childlike Intelligent Person

Author:Rajneesh