“If a book is worth reading at all, it is worth reading more than once. Suspense is the lowest of excitants, designed to take your breath away when the brain and heart crave to linger in nobler enjoyment. Suspense drags you on; appreciation causes you to linger.” IfsHeartBookReadingCausesBrainBreathsAppreciationSuspenseEnjoymentDragLowestCraveBooks And ReadingWorth ReadingHeart And BrainReading More Author:William Gerhardie
“The hossanas of the multitude can never bring satisfaction to the discerning. Yet there exist those chamaleons of popularity who find their joy, not in the sweet breath of Apollo, but in the smell of the crowd. And not in mind: Do not be taken in by what are miracles to the populace, for the ignorant do not rise above marveling. Thus the stupidity of a crowd is lost in admiration, even as the brain of an individual uncovers the trick.” MindJoyIndividualLostBrainTakenSweetMiracleBreathsSatisfactionCrowdsSmellStupidityTricksIgnorantAdmirationPopularityMultitudesRise AboveApolloDiscerningMarveling Author:Baltasar Gracian
“Marijuana allows one to take a breath and see the realities of a situation without the news beating their interpretation into our brains. Pot relaxes you.” RealityBrainSituationNewsBreathsRelaxInterpretationPotMarijuana Author:Steven Machat
“I compose with bells a lot. Bells and breath. Both things you react to without thinking about it. Bells traditionally give us orders: come to the desk, the truck is backing up, the ice cream is here, it's time to go to church. They're sounds our brains are already associated with.” ThinkingGivingOrderSoundChurchBrainBreathsIceBellsCreamDesksIce CreamTruckBacking Up Author:Sxip Shirey
“Experiencing the silence of meditation doesn't have to be complicated. You can lie on the floor with arms and legs outspread, paying attention to the sensations in your body. You can observe the outflow and inflow of your breath. You can also go to a park and let the impressions of nature calm your brain.” BodyLyingAttentionBrainSilenceMeditationArmsBreathsCalmLegsComplicatedYour BodyImpressionPay AttentionParksSensationsArms And Legs Author:Deepak Chopra
“The act of catching yourself wandering and coming back to your breath is a bicep curl for your brain.” BrainBreathsWanderComing BackCatchingCurls Author:Dan Harris
“Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthers’ breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine.” BrainTreeFlowerDramaBreathsWineRuinsMilkPearlsRopeJuiceJulyWearinessUnicornDolphinsIvoryCompactPanthersPeacockElizabethan Book:The Common Reader Source: The Common Reader
“Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.” HeartBodyWould BeEyeFeltBrainGoneAliveMouthsMiracleBreathsSatHis EyesDryNervesThroatAppreciated Author:J. K. Rowling
“He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.” SoulSpiritDealsBrainPlayerHeardKeysDegreesBreathsBlowNakedSubstanceBubblesHammersEtherealThunderbolts Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
“Hey, do you know what you call a blond with a brain?" I asked, and the continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever." I've heard that one, too," she said, no longer smiling. I'll keep trying." I promised.” KnowsTryingSaidBrainHeardBreathsGoldenHeyDo You KnowKeep TryingRetrieversGolden Retrievers Author:Stephenie Meyer
“William: I just had the best idea ever. Let's give Maddox a ring. Paris: You mean propose to him? To grumpy ole Maddox? Willie, why didn't you tell us you're a masochist, who swung that way? You're so delicate, he'll rip you to shreds the moment you climb into his bed. Plus, he's hitched himself to Ashlyn. You try to lay a move on him, and that sweet thang will rearrange your face. William: I mean call him, you idiot. What's with you tonight? Permanent brain damage? We'll breath heavily and ask him what he's wearing. I bet no one's phone sexed him before.” WayGivingTryingMeanIdeasMomentsFacesMovingAsksBrainSweetBedBreathsLaysPhonesRingsIdiotPermanentParisDamageClimbsTonightPlusYour FaceDelicateRipProposeGrumpy Author:Gena Showalter
“Are there bears in these mountains?" he asked. His companion nodded. "Of course. But it's a bit early in the year for them to be moving around. Why?" Halt let go a long breath. "Just a vague hope, really. There's a chance that when the Temujai here you crashing around in the trees, they might think you're a bear." Erak smiled, with his mouth only. His eyes were as cold as the snow. "You're a very amusing fellow," he told Halt. "I'd like to brain you with my ax one of these days." "If you could manage to do it quietly, I'd almost welcome it," Halt said.” IfsThinkingYearsLongSaidMightEyeMovingCoursesBitsChanceBrainTreeColdBearsMountainLetting GoMouthsBreathsFellowsSnowWelcomeManageThese DaysHis EyesCompanionVagueAmusingHalt Author:John Flanagan
“He was surrounded and they were hungry for what few brain cells he had left. But you know what? He wasn't about to give in or give up. If he was going out, it would be the way he had come into this world. Fighting for every single breath.” IfsKnowsWorldWayGivingWould BeFightingLeftBrainThis WorldGiving UpBreathsHungryCellsGoing OutBrain Cells Book:Chronicles of Nick Source: Chronicles of Nick
“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.” ThinkingHas BeensCareRememberFallGivenCitiesBrainWorryEnvironmentTreeBloodModernReturnHundredPressureBreathsBlessedComplexesLovelyPeacefulReleaseDawnReliefSunsetLakesYellowHikingPrimitiveThreadRecallsTrailsSilkCity LifeModern DayForests And TreesWailingCoyotesCedarsSaffronNature Walk Author:Hamlin Garland
“My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness - if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor - but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.” IfsLoveShouldStatesShowsBodyPainPassionThreePleasureAnimalCommonBrainDegreesAmbitionSightBreathsTeethSensationsLazinessDelightfulPearlsRelaxedMy PassionUnbearableElevenLiliesCountenanceFiberAlertnessEnticementAlertness Is Author:John Keats