“Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,To honied phrases set!Into the land of dreams I long to go.Bid me forget!” LongDreamForgetLandSweetRoundsBreathePhrases Book:Fancy's Following Source: Fancy's Following
“And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!” SoulMusicRichCreationPlanetsSweetBirdWaveBreatheTunesReverberationSweet Music Author:Frances Sargent Osgood
“Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.” LittlesMotherFatherWaterSleepSeaDyingSweetWindMoonLowsWestWesternBlowBreatheTheeBreastsSilverRollingSailNestsBabe Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Relax. Breathe in deep. Hold it. Let it out. Loosen your shoulders. Smile. Close your eyes. You'll be surprised at how many voices you'll hear, whispering sweet encouragement into your ear.” EyeHateVoiceInspiringSweetEarsI HateEncouragementBreatheShouldersRelaxHate YouI Hate YouIntriguingWhispering Author:Mike Dooley
“And in his heart, I think, he's now learned what I came to believe, which is, as I've said all along, that the sun may burn brightly, and the faces of children may be plump and achingly sweet, but in the air we breathe, in the water we drink and in the food we share, there will always be darkness in this world.” ThinkingWorldBelieveHeartMayChildrenSaidFacesWaterDarknessSunAirShareThis WorldSweetDrinkBreathe Author:Douglas Coupland
“O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past” MenLongEndsPainLastsPastAttentionSunDyingYouthTaughtSweetTasteHarmonyTongueBreatheSettingSettingsVainEaseSweetestScarce Book:King Richard II: Third Series Source: King Richard II: Third Series
“Is it really sick for me to be happy right now?" I asked. My voice broke twice. He didn't push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs securely intact. "I know exactly what you mean," he whispered. "But we have lot of reasons to be happy. For one, we're alive." "Yes," I agreed. "That's a good one." "And together," he breathed. His breath was so sweet it made my head swim.” KnowsMeanMadeHardReasonTogetherVoiceAliveSweetRight NowSickBreathsBreatheIceBrokeSwimChestsLungsReasons To Be HappyPushing Me Away Author:Stephenie Meyer
“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.” EndsDoneLightEyeNightHouseLostStarsDarkCitiesStepsMorningStreetsSweetWindMouthsStonesEmptyBreathsBreatheAwakeningHillsDawnGrayWarmthBreezeEmpty StreetsTrill Author:Cesare Pavese