Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us... a turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird... a social being... capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family...
They breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
I can't--I can't think about anything or anyone else," he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. "I can't think straight when you're around. I can't sleep. It feels like I can't breathe--I just--" "Liam, please," I begged. "You're tired. You're barely over being sick. Let's just... Can we just go back to the others?" "I love you." He turned toward me, that agonized expression still on his face. "I love you every second of everyday, and I don't understand why, or how to make it stop--" He looked wild with pain; it pinned me in place, even before what he had said registered in my mind. "I know it's wrong; I know it down to my damn bones. And I feel like I'm sick. I'm trying to be a good person, but I can't. I can't do this anymore.
I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.†“Me, too,†he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.
Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?†Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned.†Some women like that.†Not me.†Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.†I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me.†One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.†Right, and one day my prince might come.†I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
I run because if I didn’t, I’d be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run…to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.
You know I love you right?†“I know,†he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.
Frank stared at him. "Unfair? You can breathe underwater and blow up glaciers and summon freaking hurricanes-and it's unfair that I can be an elephant?" Percy considered. "Okay. I guess you got a point. But the next time I say you're totally beast-" "Just shut up," Frank said. "Please." Percy cracked a smile.
Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.