breathe

Music is what I breathe, what I love to do. It keeps me alive.

For science must breathe the oxygen of freedom.

We need to be more conversant with it because science is in our lives. It's in everything. It's in the food we eat. It's in the air we breathe. It's everywhere.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

We found out the Gemini spacesuit was, well, oxygen was flowing to keep me cool as well as to breathe, and it wasn't good enough. My visor got fogged.

Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.

In the final analysis, our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.

When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding is just to breathSimply keeps us alive.

He grumbles incoherently, opens the window a fraction and continues to smoke away. It__ like every time Sidney Drake enters a new location he has to readjust the atmosphere, akin to one of those sci-fi shows where they oxygenate the planet, but for my dad it__ in a suffocating reverse. He replaces the clean wholesome air with a non-stop puff of toxic poison.

Only when you explore the ecstasy of simply being, where even to breathe is a distraction, can you call yourself complete.

Breathe in that vital connection to the life source and sensual beauty everywhere. Feel loved and strong.

The moment you breathe your first breath, you won.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can__.

After months - after years - of chaos and life-threatening situations and people stabbing me for no good reason, we'd somehow managed to find a moment to breathe. That didn't just deserve to be enjoyed. It deserved to be celebrated, held up as proof that the world was a good place and didn't actually need to be destroyed in order for me to have a nap.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

Breathe as long as the sky is alive

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.