Breath On Quotes

#1. Redemption was asking too much, but he could hope. Something told him he'd still be seeking absolution when he took his last breath on some distant day.

Kelly Moran

#2. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses ... the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life ... to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

Lisa Kleypas

#3. His smile became downright wicked. I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

Larissa Ione

#4. Your relationship or lack of relationship with God through Jesus Christ continues after your last breath on this earth.

Alisa Hope Wagner

#5. To go into the garden in its snowed-up state is like going into a bath of purity. The first breath on opening the door is so ineffably pure that it makes me gasp, and I feel a black and sinful object in the midst of all the spotlessness.

Elizabeth Von Arnim

#6. A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck ... sweet. The feel of lips on my own ... forbidden.

Christine Fonseca

#7. You're giving me goose bumps with your breath on my thighs! Jesus Christ, Nate, are you trying to kill me?" I waggled my eyebrows up at her. "Remember in The Breakfast Club - wait, how old are you?

Mary Calmes

#8. As she removed the key, he stood close enough that she felt his breath on her ear. "Do you have something of value in there, or are you making certain I know you have a lock?

Cate Rowan

#9. Often I've wondered what it would feel like to be him," he whispered softly. "To feel the warmth of your skin under my cold hand or your hot breath on my lips. These last few days have been torment on my curiosity.

Kellie Thacker

#10. I'm not going to be gentle, because we both know you don't want gentle. I'm going to torment you until you're stiff and aching - until even the whisper of my breath on your skin makes you moan.

Samanthe Beck

#11. I want to kiss you," I tell her. I want to so bad. I can almost taste her. Her breath on my lips isn't enough anymore. If anything, it makes me feel more deprived. More starved.- Kyle.

A.J. Summer

#12. She caught her breath on a sob. He was going to London to bed another woman.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#13. He could feel her breath on his chest. She looked into his eyes.

Emily Whitaker

#14. Try your breath on the bones of everything that has them, remember the best songs and figure out how to write them down so when somebody's blowing on your bones, the songs keep on.

Catherynne M Valente

#15. Passivity is really a crappy substitute for manhood. But it's as common as facial hair on a hipster, or salmon-breath on a grizzly bear.

Josh Hatcher

#16. I know I've loved you since I took my first breath on this earth. I've been waiting for you my whole life, and I will love you even after this world takes me.

Alexa Riley

#17. Like I'm flying." I smile and tilt my face closer to hers. Close enough that I can feel her breath on my face. "like I'm flying through the night sky because I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but I can't get enough of you.

Jolene Perry

#18. I want my options left open." Her last words left her breathless, and she leaned in closer, her breath on his chin. "When I see that spark in your eyes, while you're talking about your career,

Melissa Foster

#19. To feel your arms around me ... to feel your breath on my neck ... is pleasure in itself. It is home.

Faye Hall

#20. Unhappiness slowly creeps up on you, like a shape-shifting monster waiting in the darkness of your hallway, his bulging eyes watching your every move. The breath on his slimy tongue makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

Kate Rockland

#21. Paint should not be applied thick. It should be like a breath on the surface of a pane of glass.

James Whistler

#22. He made my body remember what it was for. His touch on my skin, his breath on my face, his smell, all of it so desperately needed, so utterly wanted. It

Mary Calmes

#23. The city takes a breath on Sunday. Of all that's lost with the pursuit of what's next, I hope we don't lose that ...

Hawksley Workman

#24. Closing his eyes, he feels the weight of the angel as she straddles his thighs. She leans forward, her breath on his cheek, her lips close to his ear, whispering, 'Remember your promise.

Michael Robotham

#25. Jude used to try to make me laugh, and when I'd crack a smile he'd keep the joke going , like breath on an ember, making it grow into a fit of giggles that'd echo around the whole forest and make all the birds in the trees quiet.

Stephanie Oakes

#26. Death tripped down the corridor, changing step, struck out here and there, danced pirouettes; often I felt his breath on my face when he was miles away; often I fell asleep and dreamed while he stood leaning over my bed.

Arthur Koestler

#27. He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!

Robert Jordan

#28. To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

Oliver Goldsmith

#29. And she'd apologize for being so sensitive and moody lately. His warm hand on her hip brought her into the curve of his body. With his breath on her neck, she fell into a deep sleep, convinced that she was safe.

Lisa Genova

#30. The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

Libba Bray

#31. It is love's soft breath on life's dark coals that briefly reds the fire.

John Holland

#32. Did you ever thing, Bryntastic, that I might want to be friends?" he whispers close, so close to me I feel his breath on my neck ... "That I remember the girl who used to love laughing? Who used to blush all the time? The first girl I ever danced with?

Nyrae Dawn

#33. Watch over your child, as it struggles for breath on the outermost verge of life, or see your wife follow the child to that outermost verge, beside herself for anxiety and sleeplessness, - then love will teach you that life comes first.

Bjornstjerne Bjornson

#34. I loved you before you took your first breath on this earth because that was my fate but you made me love you because you're just ... fucking ... you.

Kristen Ashley

#35. Beer?" Gabriel was so close that Rase could feel Gabriel's breath on his hair.
"This isn't a social call," Rase said, not even trying to keep his voice steady.
"Then why are your clothes still on?

Anah Crow

#36. As a breath on glass, -
As witch-fires that burn,
The gods and monsters pass,
Are dust, and return.
("The Face of the Skies")

George Sterling

#37. When she went back to the telephone Hely's breath, on the other end, was ragged and secretive.

Donna Tartt

#38. How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for your breath on my back?

Anna Gavalda

#39. I am doing the best I can. I am hoping I am good enough. I am holding you close, as close as I can, hand cradling your head and breath on your hair, my whole body curved around yours, sheltering you as best I can, trying to remember that I cannot keep you safe, but I can keep you loved.

S. Bear Bergman

#40. The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

Billy Graham

#41. I want to start my day with the warmth of you body upon me, spend my day with the fragrance of love, and end my day resting on your chest feeling your breath on my body. This is much i love you and die my last breath on you lap.

Debolina

#42. Aye, without a doubt, he adored her. He would protect her and love her until he took his last breath on God's beautiful earth. What more could a woman ask for in a man? Strength, honor, good looks were a welcome change to the men she'd known before the

Suzan Tisdale

#43. I want to be inside you so badly, Grace," he whispered. "I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#44. A mist still lay all about the walls and floors, hovering like a last breath on the lips of all the sleepers. As he walked through the castle, he marveled at how many lay asleep: the good people, the not-so-good, the young people and the not-so-young, and not one of them stirring. Not one.

Jane Yolen

#45. He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

Jill Shalvis

#46. He chuckled. "Come here."
She hesitated.
"We don't have to do anything. Just ... sleep."
She let out her breath on a heavy sign. "You don't want to just sleep." Then she moved in next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. "Do you?"
"Hell no." He leaned down for a kiss.

Terry Spear

#47. We are living in a science-fiction nightmare where children are gasping for breath on bad-air days because somebody gave money to a politician. And my children and the kids of millions of other Americans can no longer go fishing and eat their catch because somebody gave money to a politician.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

#48. The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

Anais Nin

#49. Am I then more of an American than those who drew their first breath on American ground?

Alexander Hamilton

#50. The guitar's still around me. I slip it off and put it down. I want to feel him. To feel his breath on my neck. The warmth of his skin. To feel something other than sadness.
Hold me, I tell him silently. Hold me here. To this place. This life. Make me want you. Want this. Want something. Please

Jennifer Donnelly

#51. But I didn't have to pretend anymore, because the girl I'd seen when I closed my eyes was standing in front of me. "Josie?" I lowered my face until it was level with hers - until I could feel the warmth of her breath on my lips.

Nicole Williams

#52. I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#53. You think I'm gonna feel better eatin' a carrot? Get a grip. There's two idiots out there trying to kill me, and you think I'm gonna waste my last breath on a vegetable? (Lula)

Janet Evanovich

#54. Travis lifted me off the ground, twirling me around.
"Happy birthday, Pigeon," he said with a soft expression.
I stared into his warm, brown eyes for a moment, feeling lost inside of them. The room was frozen in time as we stared at each other, so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

Jamie McGuire

#55. I write your name for the last time in this mist,
White breath on the windowpane,
And watch it vanish. No, it stays there.

Charles Wright

#56. His mouth is so close to mine, I feel his warm breath on my lips. "Right now, all I'm thinking about is how I'm going to get you in my bed so I can show you all the ways I can make you come."
Umm ... yes, please and thank you.

Georgia Cates

#57. Every baby's first breath on Earth could be one of peace and love. Every mother should be healthy and strong. Every birth could be safe and loving. But our world is not there yet

Robin Lim

#58. At this Linda gave up. Children might or might not enjoy air-raids actually in progress, but a child who was not thrilled by the idea of them was incomprehensible to her, and she could not imagine having conceived such a being. Useless to waste any more time and breath on this unnatural little girl.

Nancy Mitford

#59. Outside, the night seemed poised on tiptoe, waiting, waiting, holding its breath for the storm.

Natalie Babbitt

#60. Behind me, Ingrid made a sort of muffled snorting sound. I can only assume she was choking on a breath mint. I shot her a look, hoping she hadn't heard anything, and saw she was wearing a poker face, which could only mean she'd heard everything.

Daniel O'Malley

#61. I'm not going to hold my breath because life goes on. Life is too short to sit around moaning about what could have been or what was.

Tina Weymouth

#62. He is a blind man and I am his book of braille. His breath against my collarbone raises goosebumps on my arm as I let him read my story.

Alanna Rusnak

#63. Cole knew what the chemical smell on the cloth over his nose meant. He took one breath, and his last conscious thought was simple: Kyle.

Debra Anastasia

#64. Speaking psycho-analytically, it may be laid down that any "great ideal" which people mention with awe is really an excuse for inflicting pain on their enemies. Good wine needs no bush, and good morals need no bated breath.

Bertrand Russell

#65. Come on... now and my mind plays tricks with me...

Deyth Banger

#66. Earth rejoices our words, breathing and peaceful steps. Let every breath, every word and every step make the mother earth proud of us.

Amit Ray

#67. Denying what you are didn't keep people from knowing what you are."

"And flaunting it isn't what saved you."

Ykka takes a deep breath. The muscles in her jaw flex, relax. "And that would be why I asked you do this, Cutter. But let's move on."

So it goes on.

N.K. Jemisin

#68. Then, like a scene in a comedy - their lips but a breath away from touching - the door to the library burst open and Sam charged into the room like a bull, a map in his hands and Jasper hot on his heels.
Bloody hell, they had brilliant timing.

Kady Cross

#69. In the inhalation and exhalation there is an energy and a lively divine spirit, since He, through his spirit supports the breath of life, giving courage to the people who are in the earth and spirit to those who walk on it.

Michael Servetus

#70. I sound like a sulky teenager, don't I?" "You're more angsty than Edward Cullen on a sunny day." Their laughter filled the car, releasing the ball of nervousness that churned in her stomach during the ride. No matter what she did, there would be a fight. Resigned, Mel took a deep breath.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#71. And to die with the Warrior's Prayer on his lips. For, 'Yes', he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life. Acceptance.

Robin Hobb

#72. Remember that thing I alluded to on the plane?" he asked, eyes glued to her. A tiny smile played at her lips. "Jog my memory, Player Will." He squeezed his eyes closed, took a deep breath before looking back at her, and said, "Marry me?

Christina Lauren

#73. I had just climbed on top of the counter when Konrad reached over me and grabbed the bowls, smirking when I glared at him. He didn't even have to go on the balls of his feet. "Damn tall people." I muttered under my breath. "Hey

Molly McAdams

#74. I do sometimes miss living on the edge. The view from there takes your breath away.

Amy Molloy

#75. With the scolding half frown and lowered brows, she took his breath away. What would she do if he put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her lips? Probably slap him.

Melanie Dickerson

#76. And perhaps it didn't matter to them, not always, what they read aloud; it was the breath of life flowing between them, and the words of the moment riding on it that held them in delight. Between some two people every word is beautiful, or might as well be beautiful.

Eudora Welty

#77. I grabbed back at him just as incautiously with my hand and my magic both, even as he pressed magic on me from his side as well. His breath huffed out sharply, and our workings caught on one another, magic gushing into them.

Naomi Novik

#78. Death is never more than a breath away from the act of playing music. Each note on a guitar represents a small curve: birth, life, and death-and then you start over.

Andy Summers

#79. Savor the moments in life that make your heart glow. Chase after and find the moments that will take your breath away. In the end, it is only those milestones on life's journey that matter.

Michael Delaware

#80. The outbreath is like a whetstone, and the mind is like the knife or sword that is being sharpened on that stone. When you sharpen a knife, you draw the blade of the knife across the sharpening stone. Following your outbreath is like drawing the blade of mind across the breath. Then

Chogyam Trungpa

#81. On a trip to Germany, Lange and his entourage were climbing the tower of an ancient castle when they stopped to catch their breath. "How old is this ruin?" someone asked a guide. "Forty-two years," said Lange.

David Lange

#82. No one is guaranteed their next moment, or their next breath; yet, humanity has a habit of thinking of its existence on the earth as eternal. Those who are rooted and grounded in Christ know that life is just a vapor.

Monica Johnson

#83. Sometimes patience is taking a deep breath and listening to that little voice on the inside saying, Don't worry, everything is going to be all right.

Charles F. Glassman

#84. When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

Anne Michaels

#85. "Specifically, Hercules. Yes, the strong man often is perceived as an oaf. Light on the brain cells, heavy on the the biceps."
Cole leaned over and said under his breath, "We all know someone like that, don't we?

Brodi Ashton

#86. A movie playing on the TV screen in front of us. Some sort of bad Tom Cruise drama. I've never liked Tom Cruise. He always reminded me of someone's creepy cousin, who smiles too big before he touches your butt and whispers something gross in your ear with hot whiskey breath.

Erin McCarthy

#87. Puppet Papademos is in place, and as Athens caught fire on Sunday night he rather took my breath away - he said violence and destruction have no place in a democratic country.

Nigel Farage

#88. She wanted to buckle, lie on her side and gasp like an eviscerated fish. She held her breath against it, but her mouth parted. She cared naught for living in the moment, but apparently her body was sensible. It wanted to breathe.

Julie Anne Long

#89. even in death, his last breath was poetry
existing in the wind
and on the breeze of
"it used to be likes"
forever remembering,
yet never reliving
his life
will never be what it used to be like.

N'Zuri Za Austin

#90. As I live and breath. The master is returned from parts unknown."
"Hi, Madame," Max said, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

Heather Graham

#91. Every time we are willing to let the story line go, and every time we are willing to let go at the end of the out-breath, that's fundamentally renunciation: learning how to let go of holding on and holding back.

Pema Chodron

#92. However, in this technique, because your eyes are open and because the gaze in not a tight gaze and because the whole emphasis of the practice is one of openess, even though you're mindful of the out-breath, you're not shutting out all other things that are going on.

Pema Chodron

#93. And still,
Your mouth on my mouth
Is a thought as fresh as
Melting icicles away
With my breath

Shinji Moon

#94. Always looking out for me, my big sister, no matter what. Even on her dying breath.

Cat Porter

#95. She spoke under her breath to Nick. "Is there a reason he's only wearing one sock?" "He puked on his foot." "Oh." She turned back to Huxley. "Can we get you another sock? Maybe a blanket or something?

Julie James

#96. Yer in my blood, Saba, he says. Yer in my head. Yer in my breath, yer in my bones ... gawd help me, yer everywhere. You have bin since the first moment I set eyes on you.

Moira Young

#97. You were put on this earth to serve a purpose, so don't ever let a loss convince you that there are no ways to win. As long as you draw breath with the rest of us mortals, there is always a way.

Nick Vujicic

#98. To put is still more plainly: the desire for security and the feeling of insecurity are the same thing. To hold your breath is to lose your breath. A society based on the quest for security is nothing but a breath-retention contest in which everyone is as taut as a drum and as purple as a beet.

Alan W. Watts

#99. She took him by the arm and pulled him down and put her lips on his. When she inhaled, she took in the breath of a thousand years and ten thousand miles. And yes, she tasted death. But

Stephen King

#100. My patchwork life: quiet Sunday, coffee on Grace's breath, the unfamiliar landscape of the lumpy new scar on my arm, the dangerous smell of snow in the air. Two different worlds circling each other, getting closer and closer, knotting together in ways I'd never imagined.

Maggie Stiefvater