#breath

There's a lot more responsibility at home, so a tour is like the opposite for me. It's like a breath of fresh air. ↗

— Travis Barker

#breath #fresh #fresh air #home #like

Someday, it will be hard to remember why we were once so fired up about 3G connectivity and the wonders of mobile broadband. Seamless, lightning-fast connectedness will be a given everywhere on Earth, and today's gadgets will be quaint museum pieces. At that point, all we'll care about is what kind of life these devices have created for us. And if it isn't a good life, we'll wonder what we did wrong. ↗

— William Powers

#philosophy #technology #age

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

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat but often the shadow seems more real than the body. ↗

— Tomas Tranströmer

#breathing #hearts #living #beauty

It was more important for me to try, than to not have the chance at all. ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#chance #courage #determination #emma #important

I breathe onto a mirror just to make sure I’m still alive, and to see how good looking my breath is. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#breathe #death #funny #mirror #vain

You happened to me,You scare me to death, you know. When you stormed into my life, you turned everything inside out. You upset all the things I believed about myself and made me think in new ways. I know who I used to be, but I’m finally ready to figure out who I am. Cynicism gets tiring, Isabel, and you’ve . . . rested me.And don’t you dare tell me you’ve stopped loving me back, because you’re still a better person than I am, and I’m counting on you to take more care with my heart than I took with yours. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#love #death

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

— Heather Gudenkauf

#death #dying #life #life-and-death #living

I've spent most of my life trying to make it to a future that still hasn't happened, or avoid a past that won't let me go. I don't remember when I've ever just stopped to live in the present, to hold on to the seconds I'm in. ~ Emma ↗

— Rebecca Donovan

#rebecca-donovan #the-breathing-series #life

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