Life is beauty simply breathing.

NOT UNTIL I MET YOUNot until I felt your sunshine,Did I realize that I had been in the shade.Not until I saw all your colors,Did I realize that mine had faded.Not until I heard your dreams,Did I realize that I was still sleeping.And not until I experienced my life with you,Did I realize that I was barelyBreathing.

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

Grief makes gravity heavier and air molecules denser, so breathing is accomplished in a shallow, half-hearted way.

I do my job like I breathe — so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble.

Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? He asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... Breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... Breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...

Ironically, to “inspire” means to breathe, to infuse life by breathing. As with a lot of things that have the capacity to inspire, it takes some time to get past the apparent boredom and find the hidden secrets. I figure if I keep harping on it, maybe someone will eventually explore the possibility long enough to realize just how breathtaking it is.

Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next...

3 A.M. Isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.