You are where you need to be. Just take a deep breath.
Lana ParrillaTag: life faith hope breath once-upon-a-time sign feather lana-parrilla
Max.
God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except when
she was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman’s hair, or pushing something
closer to Iggy’s hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone had
helped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge’s mane of hair.
Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang.
He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cycling
through his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff,
snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful that
it took his breath away.
Max punching someone’s lights out, her face like stone.
Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne’s front porch.
Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side.
Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang’s butt.
Just now, her mouth soft under his.
He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, so
he could hear her breathing.
It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight.
Tag: love jealousy breath need fang missing remembering max friendship-and-love wings-and-flying otp needing otpotptoptop-i-just-can-t
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye
... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Paul HoffmanTag: life love soul kiss breath dead touch happy spirit unseen always tomas paul cold temple forever air soft gloom breeze warm near cale hoffman arbell around
I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.”
And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.
Tag: pain love god soul night breath touch quote play shadow hair threat tomas paul skin cold cool message soft left hand terrible break frase breeze warm bound cheek swan cale hoffman arbell neck alabaster cables
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
John GeddesTag: frost breath memory winter december summer cloud
I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to make it do what he wants it to do. And a piano is just a piano. It's made out of so much wood and wires and little hammers and big ones, and ivory. While there's only so much you can do with it, the only way to find this out is to try; to try and make it do everything.
James BaldwinTag: life music breath everything relationship wood musician instrument piano ivory-tower wires
When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.
SocratesTag: wisdom breath insight breathing breathe
from the Prize winning poem - UNBORN in the book Terra Affirmative.
"Under the surface / her body is curled, / seed of the one race, / shell of the world. // She is thw waterfall, / she is the womb, / she is the bubble, /she is the tomb. // Her hair flows upward, / blood red of the birth. / Her arms are folded / deep into the earth. // She is the fern, / she is the bark, / she is the lantern, / she is the dark. // Her eyes burn the flame / of the old and the young. / Her breath is the name / of each branch of each lung. // She is the ingredient. / She is the blend. / She is the beginning. / She is the end.
Tag: world breath earth body birth flame womb
Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.
Cyndi LeeTag: acceptance buddhism breath emotions anger yoga breathing buddha
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