“Things are so busy and so quick, and there’s so much going on, you have to realise the time when you have to take a step back, take a breath and really think back to where you come from. I’m from a very, very rural place. There’s really nobody out there, just roads and farms. I had a long transition to get to where I am now. I moved away when I was young, when I was about 19. I’d literally come from an area with dirt roads and stuff like that, right to the centre of a city of about five million people. It’s been great. I’m based in New York and every day it's amazing.” PeopleThinkingLongYoungStuffCitiesStepsMillionsFiveNew YorkAreasBreathsMovedBusyRealisingFarmsTransitionDirtCentreWhere You ComeDirt Roads Author:Diego Klattenhoff
“I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breath life into me.” ThinkingKnowsFeelsLongBookCharacterDreamNovelKnow HowAirTownsBreathsNever QuitUndoneUnwrittenHoveringBook Of DisquietPrologue Book:The Book of Disquiet Source: The Book of Disquiet
“We shall steer safely through every storm, so long as our heart is right, our intention fervent, our courage steadfast, and our trust fixed on God. If at times we are somewhat stunned by the tempest, never fear. Let us take breath, and go on afresh.” IfsHeartLongTrustGoes OnBreathsIntentionStormFixedSteersTempestSteadfastStunnedFerventNever Fear Author:Saint Francis de Sales
“As long as we are focusing on the breath we do not feed our mental, emotional, and physical patterns. By returning to the breath again and again we start to dissolve their power. We develop a space between experience and our identification with it, thereby weakening the process that creates habits in the first place.” FirstsLongProcessSpaceEmotionalHabitBreathsPatternsAgain And AgainIdentificationSpace BetweenWeakening Author:Martine Batchelor
“The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.” WorldLongEarthNightFaithSeaWindBreathsLaysRoundsEdgesNakedMelancholyShoreFoldsWithdrawingGirdlesShinglesRound Earth Author:Matthew Arnold
“I ask myself what is the sound of women? What is the word for that still thing I have hunted inside them for so long? Deep inside the avalanche of joy, the thing deeper in the dark, and deeper still in the bed where we are lost. Deeper, deeper down where a woman's heart is holding its breath, where something very far away in that body is becoming something we don't have a name for.” HeartLongStillsBodyJoyAsksNamesLostSoundWomenDarkBecomingBedBreathsDeeperFar AwayDeep InsideHuntedAvalanchesBecoming SomethingLong Deep Book:Refusing Heaven Source: Refusing Heaven