Best breaths & home Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Most people know that forests are the lungs of our planet, literally playing a critical role in every breath we take. And that they're also home to incredible animals like the orangutan and elephant, which will go extinct if we keep cutting down their forests.”

People Ifs Knows Home Animal Roles Cutting Planets Breaths Incredibles Critical Forests Elephants Lungs Our Planet Cutting Down Woods And Forests Orangutans

Author:Chris Noth

“The day of our decease will be that of our coming of age; and with our last breath we shall become free of the universe. And in some region of infinity, and from among its splendors, this earth will be looked back on like a lowly home, and this life of ours be remembered like a short apprenticeship to duty.”

Home Age Earth Lasts Death Universe Duty Breaths This Life Remembered Regions Coming Of Age Infinity Splendor Apprenticeship

Book:Euthanasy, Or Happy Talk Towards the End of Life

Source: Euthanasy, Or Happy Talk Towards the End of Life

“My breath hovers over the river of God - / Softly I set my foot / On the path to my long home.”

Long Home Path Feet Dying Rivers Breaths

Author:Else Lasker-Schuler

“For most visitors to Manhattan, both foreign and domestic, New York is the Shrine of the Good Time. "I don't see how you stand it," they often say to the native New Yorker who has been sitting up past his bedtime for a week in an attempt to tire his guest out. "It's all right for a week or so, but give me the little old home town when it comes to living." And, under his breath, the New Yorker endorses the transfer and wonders himself how he stands it.”

“It is with a rush of home-sickness that the thought of death presents itself.... Such sentiment is the eternal stock of all religions, modified indeed by changes of time and place, but indestructible, because its root is so deep in the earth of man's nature. The breath of religious initiators passes over them; a few "rise up with wings as eagles" [Isaiah 40:31], but the broad level of religious life is not permanently changed. Religious progress, like all purely spiritual progress, is confined to a few.”

“With every true friendship we build more firmly the foundations on which the peace of the whole world rests. Thought by thought and act by act, with every breath we build more firmly the kingdom of non-violence that is the true home of the spirit of humanity.”

World Whole Home Spirit Humanity Violence Breaths Foundation Whole World Kingdoms True Friend True Friendship Non Violence Very True True Home

Author:Mahatma Gandhi

“So yeah, when I was a kid, when I was 16, 17, I'd come home from high school, and my dad collected all of Barbra Streisand's records. And she was very young then. I think she probably had three records out, and she was 21, and we had them all. And I knew every single song, every breath, every elision, every swell. And I sang along to it.”

Thinking Home Kids School Young Song Three Records Dad High School Breaths Yeah My Dad Coming Home Streisand

Author:Meryl Streep

“You can't have it both ways. You can't tell me that you're taxed enough already, and that you want constitutional government and then in the next breath say, 'Bring me home some bacon.' The pig has been picked clean.”

Way Want Has Beens Enough Home Government Next Breaths Clean Pigs Constitutional Government Enough Already

Author:Rand Paul

“Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine, Shall clasp thee again, if thou art still mine; And thou shalt be mine, my spirit's bride, In the ceaseless flow of eternity's tide, If the truest love thy heart can know Meet the truest love that from mine can flow. Pray God, beloved, for thee and me, That our sourls may be wedded eternally.”

Ifs Knows Heart May Art Stills Home Hands Spirit Mines Praying Flow Eternity Breaths Thee Beloved Tides Brides Truest Praying To God Hades

Author:George MacDonald

“Be generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity, Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. Be a lamp unto those who walk in darkness, and a home to the stranger. Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring. Be a breath of life to the body of humankind, a dew to the soil of the human heart, and a fruit upon the tree of humility.”

“a kind of memory that tells us that what we're now striving for was once nearer and truer and attached to us with infinite tenderness. Here all is distance, there it was breath. After the first home the second one seems draughty and strangely sexed.”

Firsts Kind Home Seems Memories Infinite Breaths Distance Strive Tenderness First Home

Author:Rainer Maria Rilke

“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

“Poor gosling. It hurts to be lost. And worse to be home with no kind of homecoming...I'll be lucky if I can do as well as you when all this's done, just a bit out of breath, a bit bruised and scratched, a bit wiser and sadder for it all.”

Ifs Wells Kind I Can Done Home Lost Bits Can Do Hurt Poor Lucky Breaths Wiser It Hurts Bruised Homecoming

Author:Shannon Hale

“I would pick them when they bloomed. And when she called me home for supper, I'd place them in her hair and the contrast would take my breath away.”

Home Hair Picks Breaths Contrast Supper

Book:The Complete Lumatere Chronicles

Source: The Complete Lumatere Chronicles

“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.”

“You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.” Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.”

Mind Home Dream Answers Boys Waste Breaths Blame Tonight Fog

Book:The Complete Hush, Hush Saga: includes Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence and Finale

Source: The Complete Hush, Hush Saga: includes Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence and Finale

“As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.”

Source: Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder - Volume One: On Wisdom and Virtues

“She still had her bad days, no question, when the black dog of depression sniffed her out and settled its crushing weight on her chest and breathed its pungent dog breath in her face. On those days she called in sick to the IT shop where, most days, she untangled tangled networks for a song. On those days she pulled down the shades and ran dark for twelve or twenty-four or seventy-two hours, however long it took for the black dog to go on home to its dark master.”

Long Stills Two Home Faces Song Black Hours Dark Four Dog Masters Goes On Sick Weight Twenties Breaths Ran Crush Shops Chests Shade Twelve Seventies Bad Day Tangled

Author:Lev Grossman

“…but Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.” He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed my upturned palms, one and then the other, his breath warm and his beard-stubble soft on my fingers. “I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands,” he said softly. “And you know that.”

Knows Heart Said Whole Home Hands My Heart Mouths Breaths Fingers Warm Palms Beard True Home

Author:Diana Gabaldon

“Breath by breath, let go of fear, expectation, anger, regret, cravings, frustration, fatigue. Let go of the need for approval. Let go of old judgments and opinions. Die to all that, and fly free. Soar in the freedom of desirelessness. Let go. Let Be. See through everything and be free, complete, luminous, at home -- at ease.”

Needs Home Dies Opinion Regret Letting Go Judgment Expectations Breaths Ease Frustration Approval Soar Craving Fatigue Luminous

Author:Surya Das

“Never before have I imagined my life without him—like this house, he is my only point of reference in this difficult existence, this unstable and frightening world. The thought of his leaving home fills me with a terror so strong, it takes my breath away. I feel like one of those seagulls covered in oil from a spill, drowning in a black tar of fear.”

World Feels Home House Strong Difficult Black Existence Breaths Leaving Terror Oil Covered Frightening Drowning Spills Unstable Seagull Leaving Home

Author:Tabitha Suzuma

“When i get home, I sit on the front step and take deep breaths of the cool spring air for a few minutes. My mother was the one who taught me to steal moments like those, moments of freedom, though she didn't now it. I watched her... But I learned something else from watching her too, which is that the free moments always have to end.”

Ends Moments Home Mother Steps Air Minutes Fronts Taught Spring Breaths Stealing Deep Breath

Author:Veronica Roth

“Love is . . .” An old memory with Adrian came back to me, and some of the turbulent emotion I always carried within me these days welled up in my chest. It was stupid, feeling so lovesick when he’d been gone less than a day, but I couldn’t get him or the ways he described love out of my head. “. . . a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home.”

Way Feelings Home Night Stars Memories Dark Love Is Emotion Gone Stupid Breaths Winter Guides These Days Flames Chests Warmth Old Memories

Book:The Fiery Heart: A Bloodlines Novel

Source: The Fiery Heart: A Bloodlines Novel

“From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."”

Men Home Work Lord Honest Honesty Kings Scene Spring Breaths Grandeur Honest Man

Author:Robert Burns

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