#breath

Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next. ↗

— George Steinbrenner

#breathing #first #important #important thing #life

Poetry is perhaps this: an Atemwende, a turning of our breath. Who knows, perhaps poetry goes its way—the way of art—for the sake of just such a turn? And since the strange, the abyss and Medusa’s head, the abyss and the automaton, all seem to lie in the same direction—is it perhaps this turn, this Atemwende, which can sort out the strange from the strange? It is perhaps here, in this one brief moment, that Medusa’s head shrivels and the automaton runs down? Perhaps, along with the I, estranged and freed here, in this manner, some other thing is also set free? ↗

— Paul Celan

#art

When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other. ↗

— Jean-Luc Godard

#failure-to-communicate #communication

We're always one breath away from something, living or dying, sometimes it just can't be helped. ↗

— Heather Gudenkauf

#death #life #life-and-death #death

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#death

You can fix it as soon as you get up - you brush and use mouthwash - but there’s something about knowing you woke up with hot-mothball mouth that makes you feel old. I think God designed our mouths to die first to help us slowly transition to the grave. ↗

— Tina Fey

#morning-breath #design

Poetry has an immediate effect on the mind. The simple act of reading poetry alters thought patterns and the shuttle of the breath. Poetry induces trance. Its words are chant. Its rhythms drumbeats. Its images become the icons of the inner eye. Poetry is more than a description of the sacred experience; it carries the experience itself. ↗

— Ivan M. Granger

#poetry #rhythm #trance #experience

One must not forget that recovery is brought about not by the physician, but by the sick man himself. He heals himself, by his own power, exactly as he walks by means of his own power, or eats, or thinks, breathes or sleeps. ↗

— Georg Groddeck

#breathes #brought #eats #exactly #forget

Trent’s chest rises with a quick inhale as his hands lift to grab mine and pull them out, placing them with a pat on the outside of his shirt. “Okay, you win. But don’t do that while I’m driving or we’ll end up in a ditch.” He looks over his shoulder again, adding in a soft, solemn tone, “I’m serious, Kacey. I can’t handle it. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#k-a-tucker #kacey-cleary #kacey-trent #ten-tiny-breaths #trent-emerson

You know when you watch old movies, it's always the small parts you remember, the character actors who come in like a breath of fresh air. ↗

— Amy Sedaris

#always #breath #character #character actors #come