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Mindfulness Of Breathing



breath ::: 1. The air inhaled and exhaled in respiration. Also fig. 2. A momentary stirring of air, a slight gust. 3. Spirit or vitality; life. 4. The vapour, heat, or odour of exhaled air. Also fig. **5. A slight suggestion; hint; whisper. Breath,* *breath-fastened.**

breathable ::: a. --> Such as can be breathed.

breathableness ::: n. --> State of being breathable.

breathe ::: 1. To be alive; live. 2. To take air, oxygen, etc., into the lungs and expel it; inhale and exhale; respire. Also fig. 3. To control the outgoing breath in producing voice and speech sounds. 4. To utter, especially quietly. 5. To make apparent or manifest; express; suggest. 6. To exhale (something); emit. 7. To impart as if by breathing; instil. 8. To move gently or blow lightly, as air. breathes, breathed, breathing. ::: To breathe upon fig. To taint; corrupt.

breathed ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Breathe

breather ::: n. --> One who breathes. Hence: (a) One who lives.(b) One who utters. (c) One who animates or inspires.
That which puts one out of breath, as violent exercise.

breathe ::: v. i. --> To respire; to inhale and exhale air; hence;, to live.
To take breath; to rest from action.
To pass like breath; noiselessly or gently; to exhale; to emanate; to blow gently. ::: v. t. --> To inhale and exhale in the process of respiration; to

breathful ::: a. --> Full of breath; full of odor; fragrant.

breathing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Breathe ::: n. --> Respiration; the act of inhaling and exhaling air.
Air in gentle motion.
Any gentle influence or operation; inspiration; as, the breathings of the Spirit.

breathing ::: the act or process of respiration.

breathless ::: 1. Motionless or still, as air without a breeze. 2. Not breathing; without breath.

breathless ::: a. --> Spent with labor or violent action; out of breath.
Not breathing; holding the breath, on account of fear, expectation, or intense interest; attended with a holding of the breath; as, breathless attention.
Dead; as, a breathless body.

breathlessly ::: adv. --> In a breathless manner.

breathlessness ::: n. --> The state of being breathless or out of breath.

breath ::: n. --> The air inhaled and exhaled in respiration; air which, in the process of respiration, has parted with oxygen and has received carbonic acid, aqueous vapor, warmth, etc.
The act of breathing naturally or freely; the power or capacity to breathe freely; as, I am out of breath.
The power of respiration, and hence, life.
Time to breathe; respite; pause.
A single respiration, or the time of making it; a single

breath-of-life packet ::: (XEROX PARC) An Ethernet packet that contains bootstrap code, periodically sent out from a working computer to infuse the breath of life into any computer on sufficient hardware or firmware code to wait for (or request) such a packet during the reboot process.See also dickless workstation.The notional kiss-of-death packet, with a function complementary to that of a breath-of-life packet, is recommended for dealing with hosts that consume too used to compete for slots, rather like Christmas shoppers competing for scarce parking spaces.[Jargon File] (1995-01-26)

breath-of-life packet ({XEROX PARC}) An {Ethernet} {packet} that contains {bootstrap} code, periodically sent out from a working computer to infuse the "breath of life" into any computer on the network that has crashed. Computers depending on such packets have sufficient hardware or firmware code to wait for (or request) such a packet during the reboot process. See also {dickless workstation}. The notional "kiss-of-death packet", with a function complementary to that of a breath-of-life packet, is recommended for dealing with hosts that consume too many network resources. Though "kiss-of-death packet" is usually used in jest, there is at least one documented instance of an {Internet} subnet with limited address-table slots in a gateway computer in which such packets were routinely used to compete for slots, rather like Christmas shoppers competing for scarce parking spaces. [{Jargon File}] (1995-01-26)

Breathing Exercises. See HATHA YOGA; PRANAYAMA

Breath In the astral-vital organisms of living beings the breath is called prana, which also means “life.” This is not limited to the respiratory functions, but includes what physiologists might call nerve currents operating in all parts of the body, of which the pulmonary diastole and systole is only a particular manifestation. Hatha yoga deals with the study and use of these functions, but before such aspects of the lower knowledge can be profitably or even safely used, the learner must have acquired self-mastery, stability, and disinterestedness of motive.

Breath is often used in the same sense as ray, wind, spirit, pneuma, to denote an active emanation which is at once active and passive, positive and negative, donative and receptive, the principle of polarity later in cosmic evolution becoming pronounced. An instance is when the divine breath incubates the waters of space, and worlds are produced. Absolute perpetual motion is the breath of life of the one element, and is applied to fohat. In Sanskrit it is expressed among other words by asu, the true root of asura (a living or spiritual being). In Hebrew several words express it, varying according to the spiritual or grosser meaning: neshamah, ruah, or nephesh. In Greek philosophy perhaps the main word used in this sense in pneuma, equally well translated as spirit.

Breath of Life: According to the Rosicrucian Manual, “in Rosicrucian teachings this term is used to refer to Nous. It is a combination, so to speak, of both the Vital Life Force and Cosmic Consciousness.”


Abel (Hebrew) Hebel [from the verbal root hābal, to breathe, blow, be vain, transitory] The second son of Adam and Eve, a “keeper of sheep,” slain by his brother Cain (Genesis 4). According to Blavatsky, Cain and Abel represent the third root-races or the “Separating Hermaphrodite,” who produce the fourth root-race, Seth-Enos. Abel (Hebel) is the female counterpart of the male Cain, and Adam is the collective name for man and woman. Abel is “the first natural woman, and sheds the Virgin blood,” during the separation of the sexes (SD 2:388); the “ ‘murdering’ is blood-shedding, but not taking life” (SD 2:273n; also 2:127, 134).

Absorption [from Latin absorbere to suck up, swallow] In The Secret Doctrine, the reabsorption of all manifestation at the coming on of the Great Night or mahapralaya, “when Pralaya will have reduced not only material and psychical bodies, but even the spiritual Ego(s) to their original principle — the Past, Present, and even Future Humanities, like all things, will be one and the same. Everything will have re-entered the Great Breath” (1:265-6).

According to the Aitareya-Brahmana, Brahma as Prajapati (lord of beings) manifests himself first of all as twelve bodies or attributes, which are represented by the twelve gods, symbolizing 1) fire; 2) the sun; 3) soma, which gives omniscience; 4) all living beings; 5) vayu, or ether; 6) death, or breath of destruction — Siva; 7) earth; 8) heaven; 9) Agni, the immaterial fire; 10) Aditya, the immaterial and invisible sun; 11) mind; and 12) the great infinite cycle, “which is not to be stopped.” Brahma in one of his phases therefore is the visible universe, every atom of which is essentially himself.

afflation ::: n. --> A blowing or breathing on; inspiration.

afflatus ::: n. --> A breath or blast of wind.
A divine impartation of knowledge; supernatural impulse; inspiration.

air bladder ::: --> An air sac, sometimes double or variously lobed, in the visceral cavity of many fishes. It originates in the same way as the lungs of air-breathing vertebrates, and in the adult may retain a tubular connection with the pharynx or esophagus.
A sac or bladder full of air in an animal or plant; also an air hole in a casting.

air ::: n. --> The fluid which we breathe, and which surrounds the earth; the atmosphere. It is invisible, inodorous, insipid, transparent, compressible, elastic, and ponderable.
Symbolically: Something unsubstantial, light, or volatile.
A particular state of the atmosphere, as respects heat, cold, moisture, etc., or as affecting the sensations; as, a smoky air, a damp air, the morning air, etc.
Any aeriform body; a gas; as, oxygen was formerly called vital

Alcyone The brightest star in the Pleiades. Alcyone and the Pleiades are the central group of “the system of sidereal symbology. . . . the focus from which, and into which the divine breath, Motion, works incessantly during the Manvantara” (SD 2:551). The culmination of the Pleiades and Alcyone on the meridian at midnight in November has been celebrated worldwide by festivals, chiefly in honor of the dead.

  A mythological, fire-breathing monster, commonly represented with a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and a serpent’s tail. 2. A horrible or unreal creature of the imagination. chimaeras. ejad ::: that which breathes and moves. [Cf. Mun.d.aka 2.2.1]

an.a (mukhyaprana; mukhya prana) ::: the "original or elemental force" of pran.a in the body, the "pure life-force itself", called "the first or supreme Breath . . . because all the others [pañcapran.a] are secondary to it, born from it and only exist as its special functions".

anasah ::: they who have no force of the divine breath or mouth to speak it (does not mean "noseless") . [RV 5.29.10]

Anatman (Sanskrit) Anātman [from an not, non + ātman soul, self, variously derived from the verbal root at to move, the verbal root an to breathe, the verbal root va to blow] Non-self, non-spirit; as an adjective, destitute of mind or spirit, corporeal. Used of the cosmos it signifies, in contrast to atman which is absolute spirit, its shadow or non-spirit, the corporeal or vehicular side of the universe, often mystically spoken of as the cosmic shadow. See also ANATTA

angina ::: n. --> Any inflammatory affection of the throat or faces, as the quinsy, malignant sore throat, croup, etc., especially such as tends to produce suffocation, choking, or shortness of breath.

anhelation ::: n. --> Short and rapid breathing; a panting; asthma.

anhele ::: v. i. --> To pant; to be breathlessly anxious or eager (for).

anhelous ::: a. --> Short of breath; panting.

anilam amrtam ::: immortal Breath. [Isa 17]

Anima (Latin) Air, wind, breath; secondarily life, soul, spirit, mind. A distinction, not generally observed, has been made between anima and animus, where animus is very close to the mentality or manas of theosophical terminology and anima is equivalent to the theosophic usage of prana. Because equivalent to prana, it exists on seven planes, from the atman to the physical; and consequently there is an anima for every class of celestial being, anima not being limited only to human beings, beasts, and other beings having bodies of material substance. From anima came “animal,” a being with a living personal soul. The vegetable and mineral kingdoms do not have it; but the earth has, and the earth was called an animal in consequence.

animates ::: 1. Gives life to; makes alive; breathes life into. 2. To move or stir to action; motivate.

apana ::: [one of the five pranas]: situated in the lower part of the trunk, it presides over the lower functions, especially over the emission of such parts of the food as are rejected by the body, and over procreation; it is intimately connected with the processes of decay and death; it is the breath of death, for it gives away the vital force out of the body.

Apana (Sanskrit) Apāna [from apa away, off, down + an to blow, breathe] Down-breath; one of the vital airs, life-currents, or pranas which vitalize, build, and sustain the human or animal body. As apa indicates, it is the prana which ejects from the system material which it no longer requires, such as wastes, etc. Opposite in function to the upward-tending breath, udana.

apana ::: the vital current that moves "in the lower part of the trunk" apana from the mūladhara to the navel; one of the pañcapran.a, that which "gives away the vital force out of the body" and so is called "the breath of death".

apnoea ::: n. --> Partial privation or suspension of breath; suffocation.

As a creative spirit, Ialdabaoth generates six sons (the lower terrestrial angels or stellar spirits) without assistance of any female, and when these sons strive with him he creates Ophiomorphos, the serpent-shaped spirit of all that is basest in matter. When Ialdabaoth proclaims that he is Father and God, and that none is above him, Sophia tells him that the first and second Anthropos (heavenly man) are above him. So Ialdabaoth’s sons create a man, Adam, to whom Ialdabaoth gives the breath of life, emptying himself of creative power. Having rebelled against his mother, his production is mindless and has to be endowed with mind by Sophia Achamoth — a reference to the descent of the manasaputras. The man, thus informed, aspires away from his producer, who thereupon becomes his adversary, produces the three lower kingdoms of beings, and imprisons man in a house of clay (flesh). Ialdabaoth also makes Eve (Lilith) to deprive the man of his light powers. Sophia sends the serpent or intelligence to make Adam and Eve transgress the commands of Ialdabaoth, who casts them from Paradise into the world along with the serpent. Sophia deprives Adam and Eve of their light power, but eventually restores this power so that they awoke mentally. Here there is much the same confusion that surrounds the various meanings of Satan and the serpent.

asanya (prana) ::: the chief Breath or Breath of the mouth. [Brhad. 1.3.7]

asiphonate ::: a. --> Destitute of a siphon or breathing tube; -- said of many bivalve shells. ::: n. --> An asiphonate mollusk.

asper ::: a. --> Rough; rugged; harsh; bitter; stern; fierce. ::: n. --> The rough breathing; a mark (/) placed over an initial vowel sound or over / to show that it is aspirated, that is, pronounced with h before it; thus "ws, pronounced h/s, "rh`twr, pronounced hra"t/r.
A Turkish money of account (formerly a coin), of little

aspirated ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Aspirate ::: a. --> Pronounced with the h sound or with audible breath.

aspirate ::: v. t. --> To pronounce with a breathing, an aspirate, or an h sound; as, we aspirate the words horse and house; to aspirate a vowel or a liquid consonant. ::: n. --> A sound consisting of, or characterized by, a breath like the sound of h; the breathing h or a character representing such a

aspiration ::: n. --> The act of aspirating; the pronunciation of a letter with a full or strong emission of breath; an aspirated sound.
The act of breathing; a breath; an inspiration.
The act of aspiring of a ardently desiring; strong wish; high desire.

aspiratory ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to breathing; suited to the inhaling of air

asthma ::: n. --> A disease, characterized by difficulty of breathing (due to a spasmodic contraction of the bronchi), recurring at intervals, accompanied with a wheezing sound, a sense of constriction in the chest, a cough, and expectoration.

asu ::: life-breath; energy, force.

Asura is used in the earliest Vedic literature as a title of the cosmic hierarch or supreme spirit. The Vedic Asura is nothing other than the Great Breath of archaic occult literature — the Great Breath coming and going as manvantara and pralaya. The other Vedic gods mentioned so much more frequently in the slokas, such as Agni, Indra, and Varuna, are all subordinate hierarchically and cosmogonically to the Vedic Asura, which is really Brahman-pradhana or the Second Logos, Father-Mother; Varuna is the acme or summit of akasa-tattva; Agni is the summit or hierarch of cosmic taijasa-tattva; and Indra is often identified with Vayu as the summit of cosmic Vayu-tattva. See also MAHASURA

Asura (Sanskrit) Asura [from the verbal root as to breathe] A title frequently given to the hierarch or supreme spirit of our universe, as being the primal “Breather”; also a class of spiritual-intellectual beings. In Hinduism it commonly signifies elemental and evil gods or demons. “Primarily in the Rig-Veda, the ‘Asuras’ are shown as spiritual divine beings; their etymology is derived from asu (breath), the ‘Breath of God,’ and they mean the same as the Supreme Spirit or the Zoroastrian Ahura. It is later on, for purposes of theology and dogma, that they are shown issuing from Brahma’s thigh, and that their name began to be derived from a privative, and sura, god (solar deities), or not-a-god, and that they became the enemies of the gods” (SD 2:59).

Asu (Sanskrit) Asu [from the verbal root as to be] As a masculine noun, breath, spiritual life; in the plural, the exoteric five vital breaths of the body or pranas. Nearly all archaic languages have the same word for both breath and wind or air and spirit, such as the Greek pneuma and the Latin spiritus.

a ::: --> The first letter of the English and of many other alphabets. The capital A of the alphabets of Middle and Western Europe, as also the small letter (a), besides the forms in Italic, black letter, etc., are all descended from the old Latin A, which was borrowed from the Greek Alpha, of the same form; and this was made from the first letter (/) of the Phoenician alphabet, the equivalent of the Hebrew Aleph, and itself from the Egyptian origin. The Aleph was a consonant letter, with a guttural breath sound that was not an element of Greek articulation;

:::   "A transcendent Bliss, unimaginable and inexpressible by the mind and speech, is the nature of the Ineffable. That broods immanent and secret in the whole universe and in everything in the universe. Its presence is described as a secret ether of the bliss of being, of which the Scripture says that, if this were not, none could for a moment breathe or live. And this spiritual bliss is here also in our hearts.” The Synthesis of Yoga

“A transcendent Bliss, unimaginable and inexpressible by the mind and speech, is the nature of the Ineffable. That broods immanent and secret in the whole universe and in everything in the universe. Its presence is described as a secret ether of the bliss of being, of which the Scripture says that, if this were not, none could for a moment breathe or live. And this spiritual bliss is here also in our hearts.” The Synthesis of Yoga

attached firmly or securely in place; fixed or bolted together. breath-fastened.

auricula ::: n. --> A species of Primula, or primrose, called also, from the shape of its leaves, bear&

Autonomic Nervous System ::: Part of the peripheral nervous system that regulates the involuntary actions of the body (e.g., breathing, heart rate, blood pressure, pupil dilation). Also regulates the Fight or Flight Phenomenon.

ayu2 ::: the Vedic god of Wind, the universal deva as "the Master of Life, inspirer of that Breath or dynamic energy", later called pran.a, which "was considered to be a great force pervading all material existence and the condition of all its activities".

Bal-ilu (Chaldean) An ancient name for the sun, allegorically the largest of eight houses, built by the Mother for her eight divine sons, representing the sun and the seven planets. “Bal-ilu (Marrtanda) was not satisfied, though his house was the largest. He began (to work) as the huge elephants do. He breathed (drew in) into his stomach the vital airs of his brothers. He sought to devour them. . . . [Mother] exiled Bal-ilu to the centre of her kingdom, from whence he could not move. (Since then) he (only) watches and threatens” (SD 1:100).

bandhas. ::: body locks; a sustained contraction of a group of muscles that assists the practitioner not only in retaining a yogic posture but also in moving in and out of it; muscle locking/contraction, which focuses energy in the body and is closely tied to the breath; there are three bandhas which are considered our internal body locks &

basilisk ::: n. --> A fabulous serpent, or dragon. The ancients alleged that its hissing would drive away all other serpents, and that its breath, and even its look, was fatal. See Cockatrice.
A lizard of the genus Basiliscus, belonging to the family Iguanidae.
A large piece of ordnance, so called from its supposed resemblance to the serpent of that name, or from its size.

bated ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Bate ::: a. --> Reduced; lowered; restrained; as, to speak with bated breath.

breath ::: 1. The air inhaled and exhaled in respiration. Also fig. 2. A momentary stirring of air, a slight gust. 3. Spirit or vitality; life. 4. The vapour, heat, or odour of exhaled air. Also fig. **5. A slight suggestion; hint; whisper. Breath,* *breath-fastened.**

breathable ::: a. --> Such as can be breathed.

breathableness ::: n. --> State of being breathable.

breathe ::: 1. To be alive; live. 2. To take air, oxygen, etc., into the lungs and expel it; inhale and exhale; respire. Also fig. 3. To control the outgoing breath in producing voice and speech sounds. 4. To utter, especially quietly. 5. To make apparent or manifest; express; suggest. 6. To exhale (something); emit. 7. To impart as if by breathing; instil. 8. To move gently or blow lightly, as air. breathes, breathed, breathing. ::: To breathe upon fig. To taint; corrupt.

breathed ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Breathe

breather ::: n. --> One who breathes. Hence: (a) One who lives.(b) One who utters. (c) One who animates or inspires.
That which puts one out of breath, as violent exercise.

breathe ::: v. i. --> To respire; to inhale and exhale air; hence;, to live.
To take breath; to rest from action.
To pass like breath; noiselessly or gently; to exhale; to emanate; to blow gently. ::: v. t. --> To inhale and exhale in the process of respiration; to

breathful ::: a. --> Full of breath; full of odor; fragrant.

breathing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Breathe ::: n. --> Respiration; the act of inhaling and exhaling air.
Air in gentle motion.
Any gentle influence or operation; inspiration; as, the breathings of the Spirit.

breathing ::: the act or process of respiration.

breathless ::: 1. Motionless or still, as air without a breeze. 2. Not breathing; without breath.

breathless ::: a. --> Spent with labor or violent action; out of breath.
Not breathing; holding the breath, on account of fear, expectation, or intense interest; attended with a holding of the breath; as, breathless attention.
Dead; as, a breathless body.

breathlessly ::: adv. --> In a breathless manner.

breathlessness ::: n. --> The state of being breathless or out of breath.

breath ::: n. --> The air inhaled and exhaled in respiration; air which, in the process of respiration, has parted with oxygen and has received carbonic acid, aqueous vapor, warmth, etc.
The act of breathing naturally or freely; the power or capacity to breathe freely; as, I am out of breath.
The power of respiration, and hence, life.
Time to breathe; respite; pause.
A single respiration, or the time of making it; a single

breath-of-life packet ({XEROX PARC}) An {Ethernet} {packet} that contains {bootstrap} code, periodically sent out from a working computer to infuse the "breath of life" into any computer on the network that has crashed. Computers depending on such packets have sufficient hardware or firmware code to wait for (or request) such a packet during the reboot process. See also {dickless workstation}. The notional "kiss-of-death packet", with a function complementary to that of a breath-of-life packet, is recommended for dealing with hosts that consume too many network resources. Though "kiss-of-death packet" is usually used in jest, there is at least one documented instance of an {Internet} subnet with limited address-table slots in a gateway computer in which such packets were routinely used to compete for slots, rather like Christmas shoppers competing for scarce parking spaces. [{Jargon File}] (1995-01-26)

Birth moment: Astrologers use this term for what they generally regard as the true moment of birth: the moment of the first inspiration of breath after ligation of the umbilical cord, when the infant ceases to receive blood conditioned through the mother’s receptivities, and must grow channels of receptivity to cosmic frequencies that accord with those present in the Earth’s magnetic field, and through these receptivities it begins to condition its own blood.

blain ::: n. --> An inflammatory swelling or sore; a bulla, pustule, or blister.
A bladder growing on the root of the tongue of a horse, against the windpipe, and stopping the breath.

blowgun ::: n. --> A tube, as of cane or reed, sometimes twelve feet long, through which an arrow or other projectile may be impelled by the force of the breath. It is a weapon much used by certain Indians of America and the West Indies; -- called also blowpipe, and blowtube. See Sumpitan.

blowhole ::: n. --> A cavern in a cliff, at the water level, opening to the air at its farther extremity, so that the waters rush in with each surge and rise in a lofty jet from the extremity.
A nostril or spiracle in the top of the head of a whale or other cetacean.
A hole in the ice to which whales, seals, etc., come to breathe.
An air hole in a casting.

blow ::: v. i. --> To flower; to blossom; to bloom.
To produce a current of air; to move, as air, esp. to move rapidly or with power; as, the wind blows.
To send forth a forcible current of air, as from the mouth or from a pair of bellows.
To breathe hard or quick; to pant; to puff.
To sound on being blown into, as a trumpet.
To spout water, etc., from the blowholes, as a whale.

(b) Nourishing life through breath control. (Taoism). -- W.T.C.

Brahma’s Day, Night, Age, Year, Life A Day of Brahma, a cosmic manvantara or out-breathing of Brahma, represents a period where worlds are evolved and pass through their allotted ages of manvantaric existence. Each Day of Brahma consists of 1,000 aggregates of four yugas or 1,000 mahayugas (great ages). In a smaller sense it is also a mahamanvantara or kalpa of a planetary chain, composed of seven rounds, a period of 4,320,000,000 terrestrial years. A Night of Brahma, a cosmic pralaya, inbreathing of Brahma, or planetary paranirvana, is of equal length.

branchia ::: n. --> A gill; a respiratory organ for breathing the air contained in water, such as many aquatic and semiaquatic animals have.

branchiogastropoda ::: n. pl. --> Those Gastropoda that breathe by branchiae, including the Prosobranchiata and Opisthobranchiata.

Breathing Exercises. See HATHA YOGA; PRANAYAMA

Breath In the astral-vital organisms of living beings the breath is called prana, which also means “life.” This is not limited to the respiratory functions, but includes what physiologists might call nerve currents operating in all parts of the body, of which the pulmonary diastole and systole is only a particular manifestation. Hatha yoga deals with the study and use of these functions, but before such aspects of the lower knowledge can be profitably or even safely used, the learner must have acquired self-mastery, stability, and disinterestedness of motive.

Breath is often used in the same sense as ray, wind, spirit, pneuma, to denote an active emanation which is at once active and passive, positive and negative, donative and receptive, the principle of polarity later in cosmic evolution becoming pronounced. An instance is when the divine breath incubates the waters of space, and worlds are produced. Absolute perpetual motion is the breath of life of the one element, and is applied to fohat. In Sanskrit it is expressed among other words by asu, the true root of asura (a living or spiritual being). In Hebrew several words express it, varying according to the spiritual or grosser meaning: neshamah, ruah, or nephesh. In Greek philosophy perhaps the main word used in this sense in pneuma, equally well translated as spirit.

Breath of Life: According to the Rosicrucian Manual, “in Rosicrucian teachings this term is used to refer to Nous. It is a combination, so to speak, of both the Vital Life Force and Cosmic Consciousness.”

broken-winded ::: a. --> Having short breath or disordered respiration, as a horse.

cachou ::: n. --> A silvered aromatic pill, used to correct the odor of the breath.

Celestial Order of Beings Hierarchies of creative powers of various orders; in The Secret Doctrine (1:213) seven orders of celestial beings or creative powers are described: 1) Divine Flames, Fiery Lions, or Lions of Life (symbolized by the sign Leo), the nucleole of the superior divine world; formless Fiery Breaths, identical in one aspect with the upper Sephirothal triad which is placed in the archetypal world; 2) those of fire and aether, corresponding to atma-buddhi, formless but somewhat less spiritual and more ethereal; 3) those which correspond to atma-buddhi-manas, the triads; 4) ethereal entities, the highest rupa group, the nursery of human conscious spiritual souls, the imperishable jivas; 5) connected with the microcosmic pentagon, the crocodile, Capricorn contains the dual attributes of both spiritual and physical aspects of the universe, and dual human nature; 6) and 7) partake of the lower qualities of the quaternary, conscious ethereal entities, invisible, giving rise to numerous orders of nature spirits and spirits of atoms. See also HIERARCHIES; HIERARCHY OF COMPASSION

ceratodus ::: n. --> A genus of ganoid fishes, of the order Dipnoi, first known as Mesozoic fossil fishes; but recently two living species have been discovered in Australian rivers. They have lungs so well developed that they can leave the water and breathe in air. In Australia they are called salmon and baramunda. See Dipnoi, and Archipterygium.

cetacea ::: n. pl. --> An order of marine mammals, including the whales. Like ordinary mammals they breathe by means of lungs, and bring forth living young which they suckle for some time. The anterior limbs are changed to paddles; the tail flukes are horizontal. There are two living suborders:

Ch'i: Breath; the vital fluid. Force; spirit. The vital force, as expressed in the operation and succession of the active principle (yang) and the passive principle (yin) and the Five Agents or Elements (wu hsing). To Chou Lien-hsi (1017-1073), this material principle is identical with yin yang and the Five Elements. To Chang Heng-ch'u (1020-1077) it is the reality of the Ultimate Vacuity, having the two aspects of yin and yang. It is to the Ultimate Vacuity (Tai Hsu) as ice is to water. Ch'eng I-ch'uan (1033-1107) and Ch'eng Ming-tao (1032-1086) considered all that has physical form to be identical with the vital force. It is the principle of differentiation and individuation. When a thing disintegrates, the vital force is at an end, not to appear again in the creative process. A new entity is constituted of new vital force. Thus it is also the principle of novelty in creation. It is produced by Reason (li). But to the Neo-Confucians, especially Chi Hsi (1130-1200), Reason has no control over it. The two can never be separated; without it, Reason would having nothing to be embodied in. In aesthetics: Rhythmic vitality; vitalizing spirit; strength of expression or brush stioke.

Ch’i: Chinese for force, spirit. Used in esoteric terminology also for breath, the vital fluid. Also as the name of the Spirits of Earth (the gods of the ground and the grain, mountains, rivers and valleys).

chimaera ::: 1. A mythological, fire-breathing monster, commonly represented with a lion"s head, a goat"s body, and a serpent"s tail. 2. A horrible or unreal creature of the imagination. chimaeras.

choke ::: v. t. --> To render unable to breathe by filling, pressing upon, or squeezing the windpipe; to stifle; to suffocate; to strangle.
To obstruct by filling up or clogging any passage; to block up.
To hinder or check, as growth, expansion, progress, etc.; to stifle.
To affect with a sense of strangulation by passion or strong feeling.

clustergeeking "jargon" /kluh'st*r-gee"king/ ({CMU}) Spending more time at a computer cluster doing CS homework than most people spend breathing. [{Jargon File}] (1994-12-21)

cockatrice ::: n. --> A fabulous serpent whose breath and look were said to be fatal. See Basilisk.
A representation of this serpent. It has the head, wings, and legs of a bird, and tail of a serpent.
A venomous serpent which which cannot now be identified.
Any venomous or deadly thing.

Cosmic Ideation Another name for divine thought, out of which springs the activity of universal mind — the collective aggregate of all individualized dhyani-chohanic consciousnesses everywhere. Theosophy postulates the appearance and disappearance of worlds, whether visible or invisible, as a continuous process, each world being a link in an endless chain of interlocking cosmic hierarchies. As one of these comes into manifested existence it is likened to an outbreathing of the divine breath, each such outbreathing being a thought of the cosmic ideation, this thought becoming a world. This divine breath, then, may be assumed to be cosmic ideation entering into the activity of manvantara; and cosmic ideation is the root again of all individual consciousness everywhere. Just as precosmic ideation is regarded as the root of consciousness, so precosmic substance is the spiritual substratum of matter. Thus manvantara is produced by means of the interlocking and interacting motion of cosmic ideation with primordial cosmic substance. Further, fohat is the intelligent energy behind this interlocking activity, which during manvantara joins these two together.

cracker "jargon" An individual who attempts to gain unauthorised access to a computer system. These individuals are often malicious and have many means at their disposal for breaking into a system. The term was coined ca. 1985 by hackers in defence against journalistic misuse of "{hacker}". An earlier attempt to establish "worm" in this sense around 1981--82 on {Usenet} was largely a failure. Use of both these neologisms reflects a strong revulsion against the theft and vandalism perpetrated by cracking rings. The neologism "cracker" in this sense may have been influenced not so much by the term "safe-cracker" as by the non-jargon term "cracker", which in Middle English meant an obnoxious person (e.g., "What cracker is this same that deafs our ears / With this abundance of superfluous breath?" -- Shakespeare's King John, Act II, Scene I) and in modern colloquial American English survives as a barely gentler synonym for "white trash". While it is expected that any real hacker will have done some playful cracking and knows many of the basic techniques, anyone past {larval stage} is expected to have outgrown the desire to do so except for immediate practical reasons (for example, if it's necessary to get around some security in order to get some work done). Contrary to widespread myth, cracking does not usually involve some mysterious leap of hackerly brilliance, but rather persistence and the dogged repetition of a handful of fairly well-known tricks that exploit common weaknesses in the security of target systems. Accordingly, most crackers are only mediocre hackers. Thus, there is far less overlap between hackerdom and crackerdom than the {mundane} reader misled by sensationalistic journalism might expect. Crackers tend to gather in small, tight-knit, very secretive groups that have little overlap with the huge, open hacker poly-culture; though crackers often like to describe *themselves* as hackers, most true hackers consider them a separate and lower form of life, little better than {virus} writers. Ethical considerations aside, hackers figure that anyone who can't imagine a more interesting way to play with their computers than breaking into someone else's has to be pretty {losing}. See also {Computer Emergency Response Team}, {dark-side hacker}, {hacker ethic}, {phreaking}, {samurai}, {Trojan horse}. [{Jargon File}] (1998-06-29)

croup ::: n. --> The hinder part or buttocks of certain quadrupeds, especially of a horse; hence, the place behind the saddle.
An inflammatory affection of the larynx or trachea, accompanied by a hoarse, ringing cough and stridulous, difficult breathing; esp., such an affection when associated with the development of a false membrane in the air passages (also called membranous croup). See False croup, under False, and Diphtheria.

Cybele (Greek) Kybele. A Phrygian goddess of caves and mountains, vines and agriculture, and town life, first worshiped at Pessinus; later throughout Asia Minor and in Greece. The equivalent in Phrygia and Crete of Rhea, the Magna Mater (great mother), wife of Kronos and mother of Zeus. Her worship was celebrated exoterically, especially in later degenerate times, by wild dances by her votaries. In one of her phases Cybele was closely connected with the moon and its extremely recondite functions. The moon is at once a sexless potency, to be well studied because to be dreaded, and a female deity for exoteric purposes. Cybele is “the personification and type of the vital essence, whose source was located by the ancients between the Earth and the starry sky, and who was regarded as the very fons vitae of all that lives and breathes” (BCW 12:214). The breath of Cybele, equivalent in its highest substance to akasa-tattva — “is the one chief agent, and it underlays the so-called ‘miracles’ and ‘supernatural’ phenomena in all ages, as in every clime” (BCW 12:215). See also CORYBANTES; CURETES

Cycles [from Greek kyklos circle, wheel] The law of cycles arises out of the ever-unceasing alternations of the Great Breath of spirit in the universe. Abstract absolute motion, as the worlds evolve, assumes an ever-growing tendency to circular movement. Hence arise the wheels and globes of cosmic evolution and the rounds of the evolutionary life-waves. Motion is repetitive, ever returning to similar, but not identical, points. The geometrical symbol is the helix, which combines the cyclic with the progressive motion; if the axis of the helix is itself a circle, a vortex results, and thus wheels within wheels as the process advances to further degrees of complexity.

Death Death is not a thing in itself, but one of the phases or temporary events in the unending dramas of life, so that the opposite of death is birth rather than life. In other words, the opposite of manifested life is unmanifest life, pralaya and its aeonic rest. Manvantara and pralaya are phases in the endless flow of the alternating current of cosmic motion, which is the immediate result of the life-breath of the spiritual essence at the heart of everything in manifestation. The same eternal motion which brings everything into objective existence has thereby caused the death of the same entity on the previous subjective plane of life. Then, when the lifetime of this manifestation ends, the reverse of this rhythmic motion causes the death of the entity from objective existence, and carries it back to be reborn into its subjective life.

diskless workstation "computer, networking" A {personal computer} or {workstation} which has neither a {hard disk} nor {floppy disk} drive and which performs all file access via a {local area network} connection to a {file server}. The lowest level {bootstrap} code is stored in {non-volatile storage}. This uses a simple {protocol} such as {BOOTP} to request and {download} more sophisticated boot code and eventually, the {operating system}. The archtypal product was the {3Station} developed by Bob Metcalfe at {3Com}. Another example was the {Sun} 3/50. Diskless workstations are ideal when many users are running the same application. They are small, quiet, more reliable than products with disks, and help prevent both the theft of data and the introduction of viruses since the software and data available on them is controlled by the network administrator or system administrator. They do however rely on a server which becomes a disadvantage if it is heavily loaded or {down}. See also {breath-of-life packet}. (1995-03-28)

Divine Power, Light, Ananda may descend and work behind the veil, but we shall feel nothing and only sec certain results after a long time. Or at most we feel a certain clarity and peace in the mind, a joy in the vital, a happy state in the physical and infer the touch of the Divine. But if we are aware in the physical, we shall feel the I^t, power or Ananda flowing through the body, the limbs, nerves, blood, breath and, through

Dragon [from Greek drakon, serpent, the watchful] Known to scholarship as a mythical monster, a huge lizard, winged, scaly, fire-breathing, doubtless originating in the memory of an actual prehistoric animal. Dragon is often synonymous with serpent. The dragon and serpent, whether high or low, are types of various events in cosmic or world history, or of various terrestrial or human qualities, for either one can at different times signify spiritual immortality, wisdom, reimbodiment, or regeneration. In the triad of sun, moon, and serpent or cross, it denotes the manifested Logos, and hence is often said to be seven-headed. As such it is in conflict with the sun, and sometimes with the moon; but this conflict is merely the duality of contrary forces essential to cosmic stability. The dragon itself is often dual, and it may be paired with the serpent, as with Agathodaimon and Kakodaimon, the good and evil serpents, seen in the caduceus. Again the dragon is two-poled as having a head and a tail, Rahu and Ketu in India, commonly described as being the moon’s north and south nodes, the moon thus being a triple symbol in which a unity conflicts with a duality.

dyspnoea ::: n. --> Difficulty of breathing.

dyspnoic ::: a. --> Affected with shortness of breath; relating to dyspnoea.

efflate ::: v. t. --> To fill with breath; to puff up.

efflation ::: n. --> The act of filling with wind; a breathing or puffing out; a puff, as of wind.

effume ::: v. t. --> To breathe or puff out.

embreathement ::: n. --> The act of breathing in; inspiration.

eupnaea ::: n. --> Normal breathing where arterialization of the blood is normal, in distinction from dyspnaea, in which the blood is insufficiently arterialized.

Eve (Hebrew) Ḥawwāh [from ḥāwāh to breathe, live] Mystically the mother of all living, an allegorical yet actual figure in all archaic cosmogonies. Genesis describes three Eves: 1) the archetypal Eve, the feminine aspect of the divine androgyne which is on the one hand ‘Adam Qadmon, and on the other hand Sephirah-Eve (ch. l); 2) the Eve of the early third root-race, after the separation of the sexes but before the awakening of mind (ch. 2); and 3) Eve the mother of Abel and of Seth, here beginning the course of human history after the awakening of mind. The first Eve was no woman but, like the first Adam, the spiritual feminine aspect of an archetypal spiritual host; the second was no woman but womankind; while the third was woman and mother as now known. They companion and correspond to the three Adams: the first, the spiritual albeit masculine type of the archetypal host; the second, the mindless first human race; and the third, “the race that [had fully] separated, whose eyes are opened” (SD 2:46n). Between the Eve of Genesis and Eve the mother of Seth (Genesis 4) passed long ages, involving millions of years during which the archetypal preparation of the globe for human habitation was followed by distinct root-races and three Edens, with millions of years between even these latter.

“Every man is knowingly or unknowingly the instrument of a universal Power and, apart from the inner Presence, there is no such essential difference between one action and another, one kind of instrumentation and another as would warrant the folly of an egoistic pride. The difference between knowledge and ignorance is a grace of the Spirit; the breath of divine Power blows where it lists and fills today one and tomorrow another with the word or the puissance. If the potter shapes one pot more perfectly than another, the merit lies not in the vessel but the maker. The attitude of our mind must not be ‘This is my strength’ or ‘Behold God’s power in me’, but rather ‘A Divine Power works in this mind and body and it is the same that works in all men and in the animal, in the plant and in the metal, in conscious and living things and in things apparently inconscient and inanimate.’” The Synthesis of Yoga

exhale ::: v. t. --> To breathe out. Hence: To emit, as vapor; to send out, as an odor; to evaporate; as, the earth exhales vapor; marshes exhale noxious effluvia.
To draw out; to cause to be emitted in vapor; as, the sum exhales the moisture of the earth. ::: v. i.

expiration ::: n. --> The act of expiring
The act or process of breathing out, or forcing air from the lungs through the nose or mouth; as, respiration consists of inspiration and expiration; -- opposed to inspiration.
Emission of volatile matter; exhalation.
The last emission of breath; death.
A coming to a close; cessation; extinction; termination; end.

expire ::: v. t. --> To breathe out; to emit from the lungs; to throw out from the mouth or nostrils in the process of respiration; -- opposed to inspire.
To give forth insensibly or gently, as a fluid or vapor; to emit in minute particles; to exhale; as, the earth expires a damp vapor; plants expire odors.
To emit; to give out.
To bring to a close; to terminate.

expiring ::: p. pr & vb. n. --> of Expire ::: a. --> Breathing out air from the lungs; emitting fluid or volatile matter; exhaling; breathing the last breath; dying; ending; terminating.
Pertaining to, or uttered at, the time of dying; as,

explosive ::: a. --> Driving or bursting out with violence and noise; causing explosion; as, the explosive force of gunpowder. ::: n. --> An explosive agent; a compound or mixture susceptible of a rapid chemical reaction, as gunpowder, or nitro-glycerine.
A sound produced by an explosive impulse of the breath;

exsufflation ::: n. --> A blast from beneath.
A kind of exorcism by blowing with the breath.
A strongly forced expiration of air from the lungs.

Fang shih: "Scholars with formulae," or priests and magicians who flourished in the Ch'in and Han dynasties (249 B.C-220 A.D.) and who offered divination, magic, herbs, charms, alchemy, breath technique, and other crafts (fang shu) and superstitions in terms of Yin Yang and Taoist philosophies, as means to immortality, inward power, restored youth, and superhuman ability. -- W.T.C.

Fire is spoken of as the Primary in the Stanzas of Dzyan: “The Spirit, beyond manifested Nature, is the fiery breath in its absolute Unity. In the manifested Universe, it is the Central Spiritual Sun, the electric Fire of all Life. In our System it is the visible Sun, the Spirit of Nature, the terrestrial god. And in, on, and around the Earth, the fiery Spirit thereof — air, fluidic fire; water, liquid fire; Earth, solid fire. All is fire — ignis, in its ultimate constitution, or I, the root of which is 0 (nought) in our conceptions, the All in nature and its mind. Pro-Mater is divine fire. It is the Creator, the Destroyer, the Preserver. The primitive names of the gods are all connected with fire, from Agni, the Aryan, to the Jewish god who ‘is a consuming fire’ ” (ibid.).

Firmament Combines the meanings of support, expanse, and boundary; a translation of the Latin firmamentum (a support), which again renders the Greek stereoma (a foundation). The Hebrew is raqia‘ (an unfolding or expanse). The ordinary European meaning is the vault of heaven or sky. It is often identified with air, called the breath of the supporters of the heavenly dome in Islamic mysticism; in India the ethery expanse is the domain of Indra, and one reads of the 1008 divisions of the devaloka (god-worlds) and firmaments. It also relates to the supporters, pillars, or cosmocratores in so many ancient cosmogonies, said to uphold or support the world.

fish ::: n. --> A counter, used in various games.
A name loosely applied in popular usage to many animals of diverse characteristics, living in the water.
An oviparous, vertebrate animal usually having fins and a covering scales or plates. It breathes by means of gills, and lives almost entirely in the water. See Pisces.
The twelfth sign of the zodiac; Pisces.
The flesh of fish, used as food.

flatus ::: pl. --> of Flatus ::: n. --> A breath; a puff of wind.
Wind or gas generated in the stomach or other cavities of the body.

flute ::: n. 1. A high-pitched woodwind instrument; a slender tube closed at one end with finger holes on one end and an opening near the closed end across which the breath is blown. flutes. *v. 2. To play a flute. *fluted, fluting.

fnese ::: v. i. --> To breathe heavily; to snort. html{color:

Four also appears in the sacred key-numbers 4, 3, 2 (in this sequence): these are the basic numbers used in esoteric computations, and hence they form the numerical structure of the time periods of the four yugas of ancient India, which likewise were prominent in ancient Chaldean calculations — for the numerical science was the same in both lands. “The sacredness of the cycle of 4320, with additional cyphers, lies in the fact that the figures which compose it, taken separately or joined in various combinations, are each and all symbolical of the greatest mysteries in Nature. Indeed, whether one takes the 4 separately, or the 3 by itself, or the two together making 7, or again the three [4, 3, 2] added together and yielding 9, all these numbers have their application in the most sacred and occult things, and record the workings of Nature in her eternally periodical phenomena. They are never erring, perpetually recurring numbers, unveiling, to him who studies the secrets of Nature, a truly divine System, an intelligent plan in Cosmogony, which results in natural cosmic divisions of times, seasons, invisible influences, astronomical phenomena, with their action and reaction on terrestrial and even moral nature; on birth, death, and growth, on health and disease. All these natural events are based and depend upon cyclical processes in the Kosmos itself, producing periodic agencies which, acting from without, affect the Earth and all that lives and breathes on it, from one end to the other of any Manvantara. Causes and effects are esoteric, exoteric, and endexoteric, so to say” (SD 2:73-4).

fricative ::: a. --> Produced by the friction or rustling of the breath, intonated or unintonated, through a narrow opening between two of the mouth organs; uttered through a close approach, but not with a complete closure, of the organs of articulation, and hence capable of being continued or prolonged; -- said of certain consonantal sounds, as f, v, s, z, etc. ::: n.

From another point of view they may be looked upon as life-atoms in different stages of evolutionary growth; and being in various degrees of evolution they are variously spiritual, ethereal, astral, or material, running through vast ranges on all these planes. Thus they exist everywhere: in the air we breathe, the food we eat, and all the tissues of physical nature. Through their agency we perform all our bodily or mental activities.

Further, the asuras “are the sons of the primeval Creative Breath at the beginning of every new Maha Kalpa, or Manvantara; in the same rank as the Angels who had remained ‘faithful.’ These were the allies of Soma (the parent of the Esoteric Wisdom) as against Brihaspati (representing ritualistic or ceremonial worship). Evidently they have been degraded in Space and Time into opposing powers or demons by the ceremonialists, on account of their rebellion against hypocrisy, sham-worship, and the dead-letter form” (SD 2:500).

gasping ::: struggling for breath with open mouth; breathing convulsively, esp. at the point of death.

gasp ::: v. i. --> To open the mouth wide in catching the breath, or in laborious respiration; to labor for breath; to respire convulsively; to pant violently.
To pant with eagerness; to show vehement desire. ::: v. t. --> To emit or utter with gasps; -- with forth, out, away,

giggle ::: v. t. --> To laugh with short catches of the breath or voice; to laugh in a light, affected, or silly manner; to titter with childish levity. ::: n. --> A kind of laugh, with short catches of the voice or breath; a light, silly laugh.

GIGIPAH breath 152

Great Breath. See BREATH

groan ::: v. i. --> To give forth a low, moaning sound in breathing; to utter a groan, as in pain, in sorrow, or in derision; to moan.
To strive after earnestly, as with groans. ::: v. t. --> To affect by groans.

Habel (Hebrew) Hebel [from the verbal root hābal to breathe, blow, be vain, transitory, impermanent, fade away] Breath, mist, vapor, emptiness; whatever is illusory, non-enduring, corresponding to the Sanskrit concept of maya; translated in Ecclesiastes (1:2) as “vanity.” (FSO 105)

halituous ::: a. --> Produced by, or like, breath; vaporous.

hatha yoga :::. a form of yoga involving difficult bodily postures and breathing techniques

Hatha Yoga (Sanskrit) Haṭha-yoga A lower form of yoga practice which uses physical means for purposes of self-development, teaching that it is possible to attain to a certain grade of psychomental abstraction and to develop some of the lower vital-astral powers, by means of a set of physical exercises and postures, by the regulation of the breath, or by certain other psychophysical methods. These methods are to be neither recommended nor followed, for they are exceedingly dangerous except when practiced in minor degree under the supervision of a teacher, and above everything else in full coordination with the higher forms of yoga.

heartbeat 1. "networking" The signal emitted by a Level 2 Ethernet transceiver at the end of every {packet} to show that the collision-detection circuit is still connected. 2. A periodic synchronisation signal used by software or hardware, such as a {bus} clock or a periodic {interrupt}. 3. The "natural" oscillation frequency of a computer's clock crystal, before frequency division down to the machine's clock rate. 4. A signal emitted at regular intervals by software to demonstrate that it is still alive. Sometimes hardware is designed to reboot the machine if it stops hearing a heartbeat. See also {breath-of-life packet}, {watchdog}. [{Jargon File}] (1996-03-12)

heaves ::: n. --> A disease of horses, characterized by difficult breathing, with heaving of the flank, wheezing, flatulency, and a peculiar cough; broken wind.

Hebel de-Garmin, Hebel de Germin (Aramaic) Hebel de-Garmīn [from hebel breath, vapor + gerem a bone] The breath (life) of the bones, rendered by some Qabbalists as the body of resurrection, referring to the tselem (image) of the deceased believed to remain as an indestructible prototype. Also met with in the Old Testament in the vision of Ezekiel (ch 37) where the army of bones are breathed into life; likewise in Daniel and Isaiah.

Hisi or Hiisi (Finnish) Also Juntas, Piru, and Lempo. The principle of evil in ancient Finnish mythology, described as a cruel, bloodthirsty spirit, responsible for all the evil in the world, inflicting diseases and misfortunes upon mankind. The Kalevala relates that when the highest deity, Ukko, refused to give life to the evil serpent formed from the spittle of Suoyatar, Hisi breathed a soul into the beast so it might aid him.

hiss ::: v. i. --> To make with the mouth a prolonged sound like that of the letter s, by driving the breath between the tongue and the teeth; to make with the mouth a sound like that made by a goose or a snake when angered; esp., to make such a sound as an expression of hatred, passion, or disapproval.
To make a similar noise by any means; to pass with a sibilant sound; as, the arrow hissed as it flew.

Hivim (Hebrew) Ḥiwwiyīm [from ḥāwāh to live, breathe] Plural of hivi (ḥiwwī), which mystically signifies a serpent; likewise one of the tribes mentioned in the Old Testament as originating from Canaan (Genesis 10:17), the serpent tribe of Palestine who were ministers to the temples, somewhat like the Levites or Ophites of Israel and Asia Minor respectively (cf IU 2:481).

Holy Ghost [from Greek hagion pneuma holy spirit or breath] The Holy Ghost or Spirit in the Occident usually means the Third Person of the Christian Trinity or Triune God. The typical form of the primary philosophic and cosmogonic triad is Father-Mother-Son with the female potency figuring both as mother, wife, and daughter of the Son. The Holy Ghost is strictly speaking the feminine principle in the Christian Trinity, and in primitive Christianity was counted the second in serial order or procession, although in later times the West, led by the Roman Catholic Church, transferred the position of the Holy Ghost from second to third. Thus the original series was Father, Holy Ghost or Mother, and Son, whereas the Occident now reckons the series in the procession as Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; and this difference of opinion which arose in the Middle Ages was one of the great factors splitting the Christian Church into the Eastern or Greek Orthodox and the Western. In Christianity, the Son is said to be God made manifest in a particular man; the Holy Ghost is the divine spirit which works in all men and brings them into conformity with the image of the Son or Christ.

Holy of Holies has a specific meaning in connection with the Jewish tabernacle, as explained in Exodus, referring to the inner part, the western division of the tabernacle. Three of the sides of the holy place were the walls of the tabernacle itself, while the fourth or eastern end of the sanctum was closed by a curtain or veil — upon which were the figures of the cherubim — suspended from four pillars of shittim wood overlaid with gold. The intention was to have this Holy of Holies in the shape of a perfect cube, the length, breath, and height being each ten cubits. In this sanctuary was placed the Ark of the Covenant or Testament, made of shittim wood overlaid with gold. Upon the Ark was the golden mercy-seat (the kapporeth), also two golden cherubim facing towards the center. Instead of being a “sarcophagus (the symbol of the matrix of Nature and resurrection) as in the Sanctum sanctorum of the pagans, they had the ark made still more realistic in its construction by the two cherubs set up on the coffer or ark of the covenant, facing each other, with their wings spread in such a manner as to form a perfect yoni (as now seen in India). Besides which, this generative symbol had its significance enforced by the four mystic letters of Jehovah’s name, namely hebrew text; or text meaning Jod (membrum Virile, see Kabala); text (He, the womb); text (Vau, a crook or a hook, a nail), and text again, meaning also ‘an opening’; the whole forming the perfect bisexual emblem or symbol or Y(e)H(o)V(a)H, the male and female symbol” (SD 2:460). However, “the worship of the ‘god in the ark’ dates only from David; and for a thousand years Israel knew of no phallic Jehovah” (SD 2:469). See also ARK

Honer, Hoener, Haenir (Scandinavian, Icelandic) In the Norse Edda, one of the three creative gods who fashion humanity from the ash and alder trees and endow their creation with their own divine properties. Each of the creative forces corresponds to one of the cosmic elements, the tattvas of Brahmanic philosophy. Honer stands for the principle of fluidity: he gives the intelligence which illumines the soul with understanding, thus corresponding in one aspect with the manasaputras. Odin, who corresponds to air, gives breath or spirit, while Lodur or Lodurr, the fiery element, gives warm blood, color, and keen senses.

Hun: (C.) The active, positive, or heavenly (yang) part of the soul, as contrasted with the passive, negative, or earthly (yin) part of the soul called p'o. Hun is the soul of man's vital force (ch'i) which is expressed in man's intelligence and power of breathing, whereas p'o is the spirit of man's physical nature which is expressed in bodily movements. In heavenly spirits, hun predominates, whereas in earthly spirits, p'o predominates. When hun is separated from p'o in man or things, change ensues. -- W.T.C.

hydrobranchiata ::: n. pl. --> An extensive artificial division of gastropod mollusks, including those that breathe by gills, as contrasted with the Pulmonifera.

hypernoea ::: n. --> Abnormal breathing, due to slightly deficient arterialization of the blood; -- in distinction from eupnoea. See Eupnoea, and Dispnoea.

igloo ::: n. --> An Eskimo snow house.
A cavity, or excavation, made in the snow by a seal, over its breathing hole in the ice.

inbreathed ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Inbreathe

inbreathe ::: v. t. --> To infuse by breathing; to inspire.

inbreathing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Inbreathe

incensebreathing ::: a. --> Breathing or exhaling incense.

inflatus ::: v. t. --> A blowing or breathing into; inflation; inspiration.

"In Greek mythology, a giant with a hundred arms, a son of Uranus and Ge, who fought against the gods. He was hurled down by Athene and imprisoned beneath Mt. Aetna in Sicily. When he stirs, the mountain shakes; when he breathes, there is an eruption. (M.I.; Web.)” Glossary and Index of Proper Names in Sri Aurobindo"s Works

“In Greek mythology, a giant with a hundred arms, a son of Uranus and Ge, who fought against the gods. He was hurled down by Athene and imprisoned beneath Mt. Aetna in Sicily. When he stirs, the mountain shakes; when he breathes, there is an eruption. (M.I.; Web). Glossary and Index of Proper Names in Sri Aurobindo’s Works

inhale ::: v. t. --> To breathe or draw into the lungs; to inspire; as, to inhale air; -- opposed to exhale.

In Scholasticism: Until the revival of Aristotelianism in the 13th century, universals were considered by most of the Schoolmen as real "second substances." This medieval Realism (see Realism), of those who legebant in re, found but little opposition from early Nominalists, legentes in voce, like Roscellin. The latter went to the othei extreme by declaring universal names to be nothing but the breath of the voice -- flatus vocis. Extreme realism as represented by William of Champeaux, crumbled under the attacks of Abelard who taught a modified nominalism, distinguishing, howevei, sharply between the mere word, vox, as a physical phenomenon, and the meaningful word, sermo.. His interests being much more in logic than in ontology, he did not arrive at a definite solution of the problem. Aquinas summarized and synthetisized the ideas of his predecessors by stating that the universal had real existence only as creative idea in God, ante rem, whereas it existed within experienced reality only in the individual things, in re, and as a mental fact when abstracted from the particulars in the human mind, post rem. A view much like this had been proposed previously by Avicenna to whom Aquinas seems to be indebted. Later Middle-Ages saw a rebirth of nominalistic conceptions. The new school of Terminists, as they called themselves, less crude in its ideas than Roscellin, asserted that universals are only class names. Occam is usually considered as the most prominent of the Terminists. To Aquinas, the universal was still more than a mere name; it corresponded to an ontologicil fact; the definition of the universal reproduces the essence of the things. The universals are with Occam indeed natural signs which the mind cannot help forming, whereas the terms are arbitiary, signa ad placitum. But the universal is only a sign and does not correspond to anything ontological. -- R.A.

insecta ::: n. pl. --> One of the classes of Arthropoda, including those that have one pair of antennae, three pairs of mouth organs, and breathe air by means of tracheae, opening by spiracles along the sides of the body. In this sense it includes the Hexapoda, or six-legged insects and the Myriapoda, with numerous legs. See Insect, n. ::: n.

insect ::: n. --> One of the Insecta; esp., one of the Hexapoda. See Insecta.
Any air-breathing arthropod, as a spider or scorpion.
Any small crustacean. In a wider sense, the word is often loosely applied to various small invertebrates.
Fig.: Any small, trivial, or contemptible person or thing. ::: a.

Inspiration, Inspired [from Latin in into, upon + spiro breathe (cf afflatus from ad upon + flo breathe); adopted from Greek empneusis from en in + pneo breathe] Generally the reception of knowledge or influence from a source superior — or even inferior — to the ordinary consciousness.

inspiration ::: n. --> The act of inspiring or breathing in; breath; specif. (Physiol.), the drawing of air into the lungs, accomplished in mammals by elevation of the chest walls and flattening of the diaphragm; -- the opposite of expiration.
The act or power of exercising an elevating or stimulating influence upon the intellect or emotions; the result of such influence which quickens or stimulates; as, the inspiration of occasion, of art, etc.

inspired ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Inspire ::: a. --> Breathed in; inhaled.
Moved or animated by, or as by, a supernatural influence; affected by divine inspiration; as, the inspired prophets; the inspired writers.

inspire ::: v. t. --> To breathe into; to fill with the breath; to animate.
To infuse by breathing, or as if by breathing.
To draw in by the operation of breathing; to inhale; -- opposed to expire.
To infuse into the mind; to communicate to the spirit; to convey, as by a divine or supernatural influence; to disclose preternaturally; to produce in, as by inspiration.
To infuse into; to affect, as with a superior or

Insufflation: A practice of occult medicine, consisting in breathing for a certain time upon a person or animal.

insufflation ::: n. --> The act of breathing on or into anything
The breathing upon a person in the sacrament of baptism to symbolize the inspiration of a new spiritual life.
The act of blowing (a gas, powder, or vapor) into any cavity of the body.

In The Secret Doctrine (1:103), three great universal causes of manifestation are named in connection with intelligent cosmic motion, namely the breath, love or attraction, and hate or repulsion, the latter being merely polar antitheses of the same underlying cosmic energy. Through the interaction of these three, universes and worlds come into being, have their periods of manvantaric growth, and finally decay and disappear, only to reappear after a period of rest or pralaya. Herbert Spencer intuitively refers to manvantara and pralaya, and what takes place within each: “the universally co-existent forces of attraction and repulsion which, as we have seen, necessitate rhythm in all minor changes throughout the Universe, also necessitate rhythm in the totality of its changes — produce now an immeasurable period during which the attracting forces predominating, cause universal concentration, and then an immeasurable period, during which the repulsive forces predominating, causes universal diffusion — alternate eras of Evolution and dissolution” (SD 1:12).

In the sixth stage, theopneusty (in-breathing or through-breathing of a god, divine inspiration), the candidate becomes the vehicle of his own inner god, for a time depending on the neophyte’s own power of retention and observation, so that he is then inspired with the spiritual and intellectual powers and faculties of his higher self.

In view of the electric nature of matter, physical disorder may be regarded as an electrical disharmony or wrong, since disease always changes the polarity of the body, more or less. The vital currents of human electricity connect the conscious person with his body by the living wires of nerves. The rhythmic motion or natural harmony vibrating in each cell and organ at its own rate, is responsive to the universal vibration or Great Breath which in other modes of motion manifests as heat, light, sound, density, etc. But beyond the electrical and vibrational states of the body, and above the mental influence, is the essential self, the source of all harmony or rhythmic procedures in all below it, keyed to harmony and striving to raise the lower nature to act in unison with its finer and greater powers. When the instinct of the animal body, the mental reasoning faculties, and the reimbodying ego’s intuition are functioning together, the person is keyed to health, sanity, and wisdom. Otherwise, the real inner conflict manifests in some form of disorder.

isopogonous ::: a. --> Having the two webs equal in breath; -- said of feathers.

kevala kumbhaka. ::: retention of breath leading to stilling of the mind without inhalation or exhalation

komtok ::: n. --> An African freshwater fish (Protopterus annectens), belonging to the Dipnoi. It can breathe air by means of its lungs, and when waters dry up, it encases itself in a nest of hard mud, where it remains till the rainy season. It is used as food.

kumbhaka. ::: breath retention; suspension of breath

kumbhaka ::: cessation of the breathing in the practice of pran.ayama.

kumbhaka (Kumbhak) ::: [in the practice of pranayama]: retention of the prana, cessation of the natural breathing.

Kumbhaka(Sanskrit) ::: An extremely dangerous practice belonging to the hatha yoga system. It consists in retainingthe breath by shutting the mouth and holding the nostrils closed with the fingers of the right hand. Allthese breathing exercises of whatever kind are attended with the utmost physiological danger to thosewho attempt to practice them, unless under the skilled guidance of a genuine Adept; and their practice isvirtually forbidden, at least in the first few degrees, to all chelas of genuinely occult or esoteric schools.Indeed, except in rare instances, and for extraordinary reasons, the chela of a true Master of Wisdom willhave no need to practice these hatha yoga exercises, for the whole purpose of esoteric training is toevolve forth the faculties and powers of the inner divinity, and not to gain minor and often misleadingpowers of small range which are occasionally acquired by following the hatha yoga physiologic andphysical practices.

laryngotracheotomy ::: n. --> The operation of cutting into the larynx and the upper part of the trachea, -- a frequent operation for obstruction to breathing.

Laya-Center ::: A "point of disappearance" -- which is the Sanskrit meaning. Laya is from the Sanskrit root li, meaning"to dissolve," "to disintegrate," or "to vanish away." A laya-center is the mystical point where a thingdisappears from one plane and passes onwards to reappear on another plane. It is that point or spot -- anypoint or spot -- in space, which, owing to karmic law, suddenly becomes the center of active life, first ona higher plane and later descending into manifestation through and by the laya-centers of the lowerplanes. In one sense a laya-center may be conceived of as a canal, a channel, through which the vitalityof the superior spheres pours down into, and inspires, inbreathes into, the lower planes or states ofmatter, or rather of substance. But behind all this vitality there is a directive and driving force. There aremechanics in the universe, mechanics of many degrees of consciousness and power. But behind the puremechanic stands the spiritual-intellectual mechanician.Finally, a laya-center is the point where substance rebecomes homogeneous. Any laya-center, therefore,of necessity exists in and on the critical line or stage dividing one plane from another. Any hierarchy,therefore, contains within itself a number of laya-centers. (See also Hierarchy)

laya. ::: dissolution; stages of dissolution of consciousness; annihilation; absorption; absorption of breath and mind in the Heart

lene ::: v. t. --> To lend; to grant; to permit. ::: a. --> Smooth; as, the lene breathing.
Applied to certain mute consonants, as p, k, and t (or Gr. /, /, /).

“Like all other Hierarchies, on the highest plane they are arupa, i.e., formless, bodiless, without any substance, mere breaths. On the second plane, they first approach to Rupa, or form. On the third, they become Manasa-putras, those who became incarnated in men. With every plane they reach they are called by different names . . .” (TBL 17, 20-21).

limax ::: n. --> A genus of airbreathing mollusks, including the common garden slugs. They have a small rudimentary shell. The breathing pore is on the right side of the neck. Several species are troublesome in gardens. See Slug.

lim naea ::: n. --> A genus of fresh-water air-breathing mollusks, abundant in ponds and streams; -- called also pond snail.

long-breathed ::: a. --> Having the power of retaining the breath for a long time; long-winded.

long-winded ::: a. --> Long-breathed; hence, tediously long in speaking; consuming much time; as, a long-winded talker.

lunged ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Lunge ::: a. --> Having lungs, or breathing organs similar to lungs.

Madhav: “The wheel of determinism in material Nature turns mechanically without any saving sensation, it moves under the pressure of a gathered momentum without questioning; it is immaterial in its operations without the slightest breath of the warmth of life. All circumstances are cogs in this wheel of Fate that revolves relentlessly. It is only a force of will from an existence beyond the domain of this mechanism that can hold the movement, change its direction and displace the instrumental condition.” Readings in Savitri, Vol. I.

magnitude ::: n. --> Extent of dimensions; size; -- applied to things that have length, breath, and thickness.
That which has one or more of the three dimensions, length, breadth, and thickness.
Anything of which greater or less can be predicated, as time, weight, force, and the like.
Greatness; grandeur.
Greatness, in reference to influence or effect;

Mahat(Sanskrit) ::: This word means "great." Mahat is a technical term in the Brahmanic system, and is the"father-mother" of manas; it is the "mother" of the manasaputras or sons of mind, or that element fromwhich they spring, that element which they breathe and of which they are the children. In the Sankhyaphilosophy -- one of the six darsanas or "visions," i.e., systems of philosophical visioning of ancientIndia -- mahat is a term that corresponds to kosmic buddhi, but more accurately perhaps to maha-buddhi.

malacopoda ::: n. pl. --> A class of air-breathing Arthropoda; -- called also Protracheata, and Onychophora.

Matarisvan (Matarishwan) ::: he who moves, breathes, expands infinitely in the mother element; the universal Life-Power, an epithet of Vayu.

Medulla Oblongata ::: Part of the brainstem that controls vital life-sustaining functions such as heartbeat, breathing, blood pressure, and digestion.

Midgard serpent: In Norse mythology, a great snake-like monster (Midgardsormr) which lies in the sea, coiled around the earth; one of the offspring of Loki. At the end of the world, the serpent will come out of the sea and join the attack of the other monsters and giants on the gods, and will kill Thor with its poisonous breath.

mudhead "games" A {MUD} player who eats, sleeps, and breathes MUD. Mudheads have been known to fail their degrees, drop out, etc. with the consolation, however, that they made wizard level. When encountered in person, on a MUD or in a chat system, all a mudhead will talk about is three topics: the tactic, character, or wizard that is supposedly always unfairly stopping him/her from becoming a wizard or beating a favourite MUD; why the specific game he/she has experience with is so much better than any other; and the MUD he or she is writing or going to write because his/her design ideas are so much better than in any existing MUD. See also {wannabee}. To the anthropologically literate, this term may recall the Zuni/Hopi legend of the mudheads or "koyemshi", mythical half-formed children of an unnatural union. Figures representing them act as clowns in Zuni sacred ceremonies. [{Jargon File}] (1994-11-29)

mukhya (prana) ::: chief Breath or Breath of the mouth. [Chand. 1.2.7; 1.5.3]

nafs :::   lit., breath; self; person; egoistic or animalistic nature

Nativity: In astrology: (1) The birth moment; the instant when the native drew his first breath, thereby commencing a process of blood conditioning that up to that moment had been accomplished through the receptivities of another. During the first days of life, in accordance with the law of adaptability, there ensues a growth of channels of receptivity to cosmic energy which results in a life-pattern of cosmic stimulation. (2) A Figure, or horoscope, cast for a date, moment and place of birth, as distinguished from an Electional or Horary Figure.

Nature and kept within the narrow bounds of her normal ope- rations. Id the ancient tradition of Hatha Yoga it has always been supposed that this conquest could be pushed so far even as to conquer to a great extent the force of gravitation. By various subsidiary but elaborate processes the Hatha Yogin next contrives to keep the body free from all impurities and the ner- vous system unclogged for those exercises of respiration which are his most important instruments. These are called prana- yama, the control of the breath or vital power ; for breathing is the chief physical functioning of the vital forces. Prdnayaina, for the Hatha Yogin, serves a double purpose. First, it completes the perfection of the body. The vitality is liberated from many of the ordinary necessities of physical Nature ; robust health, prolonged youth, often an extraordinary longevity arc attained.

Nei tan: Internal alchemy, as a means of nourishing life, attaining Tao and immortality, including an elaborate system of breathing technique, diet, and the art of preserving unity of thought (tsun i, tsun hsiang, tsun ssu). Also called t'ai hsi. For external alchemy, see Wai tan. (Taoist religion.) -- W.T.C.

nostril ::: n. --> One of the external openings of the nose, which give passage to the air breathed and to secretions from the nose and eyes; one of the anterior nares.
Perception; insight; acuteness.

Obfuscated C Contest "programming" The International Obfuscated C Code Contest (IOCCC) is an annual contest run since 1984 over {Usenet} by Landon Curt Noll and friends. The overall winner is whoever produces the most unreadable, creative, and bizarre (but working) {C} program. Various other prizes are awarded at the judges' whim. C's terse {syntax} and {macro-preprocessor} facilities give contestants a lot of maneuvering room. The winning programs often manage to be simultaneously funny, breathtaking works of art and horrible examples of how *not* to code in C. This relatively short and sweet {hello, world} program demonstrates obfuscated C: /* HELLO WORLD program * by Jack Applin and Robert Heckendorn, 1985 */ main(v,c)char**c;{for(v[c++]="Hello, world!\n)"; (!!c)[*c]&&(v--||--c&&execlp(*c,*c,c[!!c]+!!c,!c)); **c=!c)write(!!*c,*c,!!**c);} Here's another good one: /* Program to compute an approximation of pi * by Brian Westley, 1988 */

One phase of hatha yoga is the pranayama (suppression of the breath), interference with the normal and healthy respiration of the body; a practice which can readily produce tuberculosis of the lungs. It is breathing deeply, healthfully, and as often as common sense suggests, that brings benefits to the body because bringing about a better oxygenation of the blood and therefore a better physical tone. In very rare circumstances only, where a chela has advanced relatively far mentally and spiritually, but has still an unfortunate and heavy physical karma as yet not worked out, it may possibly be proper, under the guidance of a genuine teacher, to use the hatha yoga methods in a limited degree, but only under the teacher’s own eye. For this reason hatha yoga books are occasionally mentioned in theosophical literature — the Yoga Aphorisms of Patanjali, for example, is a hatha yoga scripture, but one of the highest type. But generally, hatha yoga practices are injurious and therefore unwise, for they distract the attention from things of the spirit and direct it to the lower parts of the constitution.

On the next level Odin is again instrumental in creation. Here his brother creators are named Honir and Lodur. The gods of this second trinity correspond to the Hindu tattvas: Odin stands for air (breath, spirit), Honir for water (fluidity, intelligence), and Lodur for fire (energy, will and vital heat). They found on the earth “Ask (ash) and Embla (alder), indeterminate,” and gave to these vegetative life forms out of their own nature the properties needed to complete the human constitution.

opisthobranchiata ::: n. pl. --> A division of gastropod Mollusca, in which the breathing organs are usually situated behind the heart. It includes the tectibranchs and nudibranchs.

opisthopulmonate ::: a. --> Having the pulmonary sac situated posteriorly; -- said of certain air-breathing Mollusca.

orthopny ::: n. --> Specifically, a morbid condition in which respiration can be performed only in an erect posture; by extension, any difficulty of breathing.

outbreathe ::: v. t. --> To breathe forth.
To cause to be out of breath; to exhaust. ::: v. i. --> To issue, as breath; to be breathed out; to exhale.

pantingly ::: adv. --> With palpitation or rapid breathing.

pants ::: 1. Breathes rapidly in short gasps, as after exertion. 2. Beats loudly or heavily; throb or pulsate. panting, pantings.

pant ::: v. i. --> To breathe quickly or in a labored manner, as after exertion or from eagerness or excitement; to respire with heaving of the breast; to gasp.
Hence: To long eagerly; to desire earnestly.
To beat with unnatural violence or rapidity; to palpitate, or throb; -- said of the heart.
To sigh; to flutter; to languish.

phalangoidea ::: n. pl. --> A division of Arachnoidea, including the daddy longlegs or harvestman (Phalangium) and many similar kinds. They have long, slender, many-jointed legs; usually a rounded, segmented abdomen; and chelate jaws. They breathe by tracheae. Called also Phalangides, Phalangidea, Phalangiida, and Opilionea.

phthisicky ::: a. --> Having phthisis, or some symptom of it, as difficulty in breathing.

planorbis ::: n. --> Any fresh-water air-breathing mollusk belonging to Planorbis and other allied genera, having shells of a discoidal form.

Pneuma: Greek for breath. Spirit, vital force, or creative fire in its penetration into matter. Sometimes understood as psychic energy, or distinguished as the formative fire-mind and the divinely inspired rational part of man from the more emotional, physical aspect of soul. In early Christian, particularly Gnostic philosophy, pneuma, as spirit, is differentiated from psyche, or soul.

Pneuma: (Gr. pneuma, breath) A Stoic, also Epicurean, concept signifying spirit, vital force, or creative fire in its penetration into matter. Sometimes understood as psychic energy, or distinguished as the formative fire-mind and the divinely inspired rational part of man from the more emotional, physical aspect of soul. In early Christian, particularly Gnostic philosophy, pneuma, as spirit, is differentiated from psyche, or soul. See Pneuma Hagion, the Holy Ghost. -- K.F.L.

pneumato- ::: --> A combining form from Gr. pney^ma, pney`matos, wind, air, breath, respiration; as, pneumatograph, pneumatology.

poetry ::: “All poetry is an inspiration, a thing breathed into the thinking organ from above; it is recorded in the mind, but is born in the higher principle of direct knowledge or ideal vision which surpasses mind. It is in reality a revelation. The prophetic or revealing power sees the substance; the inspiration perceives the right expression. Neither is manufactured; nor is poetry really a poiesis or composition, nor even a creation, but rather the revelation of something that eternally exists. The ancients knew this truth and used the same word for poet and prophet, creator and seer, sophos, vates, kavi.” Essays Human and Divine

poetry ::: Sri Aurobindo: "All poetry is an inspiration, a thing breathed into the thinking organ from above; it is recorded in the mind, but is born in the higher principle of direct knowledge or ideal vision which surpasses mind. It is in reality a revelation. The prophetic or revealing power sees the substance; the inspiration perceives the right expression. Neither is manufactured; nor is poetry really a poiesis or composition, nor even a creation, but rather the revelation of something that eternally exists. The ancients knew this truth and used the same word for poet and prophet, creator and seer, sophos, vates, kavi.” Essays Human and Divine

prana ::: 1. Life-energy; life; the breath of life. ::: 2. the five pranas: the five workings of the life-force: [prana (see definition 3 below), apana, vydna, samana, udana]. ::: 3. [one of the five pranas]: it moves in the upper part of the body and is pre-eminently the breath of life, because it brings the universal force into the physical system and gives it there to be distributed.

PRANA. ::: Life; vital force generally; especially, the first of the five prdi}as, the breath ; life-force.

pran.a ::: (literally) breath, "the breath drawn into and thrown out prana from the lungs and so, in its most material and common sense, the life or the life-breath"; the physical life-energy (sthūla pran.a); the "essential life force" (mukhya pran.a) which is said "to occupy and act in the body with a fivefold movement"; any one of the five workings of the vital force (pañcapran.a), especially the first of the five, associated with respiration, which "moves in the upper part of the body and is preeminently the breath of life, because it brings the universal Life-force into the physical system and gives it there to be distributed"; the vital being or sū pran.a; the vital principle, the second of the three principles of the aparardha, "a middle term between Mind and Matter, constituent of the latter and instinct with the former", being in its nature "an operation of Conscious-Force [cit-tapas] which is neither the mere formation of substance nor the operation of mind with substance and form as its object of apprehension", but "rather an energising of conscious being which is a cause and support of the formation of substance and an intermediate source and support of conscious mental apprehension".

Prana: Sanskrit for breath. In mystic and occult philosophy, the vital air, the Life Principle.

Prana(Sanskrit) ::: The word is derived from pra, prepositional prefix meaning "before"; and an, verb meaning"to breathe," "to blow," "to live." Usually translated "life," but rather the psychoelectrical veil orpsychoelectrical field manifesting in the individual as vitality. Commonly called "life principle." ThisSanskrit word is used by modern theosophists in a general sense, although in the Sanskrit it has a ratherspecific and restricted meaning, because there are, as a matter of fact, a number of life currents, vitalfluids. They have each one its own name. One system gives the number as three; another as five, which isthe commonly accepted number; another enumeration is seven; another again is twelve, as is found insome Upanishads; and one old writer even gives them as thirteen.The life-atoms of the prana, or psychoelectrical field, fly instantly back at the moment of physicaldissolution to the natural pranic reservoirs of the planet.

Prana: (Skr.) Originally meaning "breath", the word figures in early Indian philosophy as "vital air" and "life" itself. Subspecies of it are also recognized, such as apana, udana, etc. -- K.F.L.

prana. ::: the subtle life-force; breath or vital force; inhalation; positive animating energy and vitality in life; the first of the five vital airs centred in the Heart &

pran.ayama ::: control of the vital currents of energy in the body by pranayama regulation of the breathing.

PRaNAYAMA. ::: Regulated direction and arrestation by exer- cises of breathing of the vital currents of energy in the body ; control of the breath or vital force ; Yogic exercise of the con- trol of the vital forces.

Pranayama ::: …regulated direction and arrestation by exercises of breathing of the vital currents of energy in the body.
   Ref: CWSA Vol. 23-24, Page: 530

Pranayama: Sanskrit for breath-control. In Yoga practice, a breath exercise considered necessary for proper mental function and development.

Pranayama: Sanskrit for holding the breath; breath control by means of inhalation, suspension, and exhalation. One of the stages in the practice of Yoga.

Pranayama: (Skr.) Breath (prana) exercise considered, like asana (q.v.), a necessary accessory to proper functioning of mind, manas (q.v.). -- K.F.L.

pranayama ::: the government and control of the respiration; regulated direction and arrestation by exercises of breathing of the vital currents of energy in the body.

pranayama. ::: yogic breathing exercises; control of the subtle life-force by means of special modes of breathing; regulation of breath leading to integration of mind and body; the fourth of the eight limbs of ashtanga yoga

pran.i ::: breathing; living. prani pranic laghim laghima

progress ::: “A spiritual atmosphere is more important than outer conditions; if one can get that and also create one’s own spiritual air to breathe in and live in it, that is the true condition of progress.” Letters on Yoga

prosopulmonata ::: n. pl. --> A division of pulmonate mollusks having the breathing organ situated on the neck, as in the common snail.

puffingly ::: adv. --> In a puffing manner; with vehement breathing or shortness of breath; with exaggerated praise.

puff ::: n. --> A sudden and single emission of breath from the mouth; hence, any sudden or short blast of wind; a slight gust; a whiff.
Anything light and filled with air.
A puffball.
a kind of light pastry.
A utensil of the toilet for dusting the skin or hair with powder.
An exaggerated or empty expression of praise, especially one

pulmonarian ::: n. --> Any arachnid that breathes by lunglike organs, as the spiders and scorpions. Also used adjectively.

pulmonata ::: n. pl. --> An extensive division, or sub-class, of hermaphrodite gastropods, in which the mantle cavity is modified into an air-breathing organ, as in Helix, or land snails, Limax, or garden slugs, and many pond snails, as Limnaea and Planorbis.

pulmonate ::: a. --> Having breathing organs that act as lungs.
Pertaining to the Pulmonata. ::: n. --> One of the Pulmonata.

pupa ::: n. --> Any insect in that stage of its metamorphosis which usually immediately precedes the adult, or imago, stage.
A genus of air-breathing land snails having an elongated spiral shell.

pursy ::: a. --> Fat and short-breathed; fat, short, and thick; swelled with pampering; as, pursy insolence.

purusha. ::: the supreme Self which pervades the universe; conscious spirit; the living Principle; cosmic being whose mind is the moon, whose eyes are the sun and whose breath is the wind; That which fills the whole world with the form of sat-chit-ananda

Real Programmers Don't Use Pascal "humour" Back in the good old days - the "Golden Era" of computers, it was easy to separate the men from the boys (sometimes called "Real Men" and "Quiche Eaters" in the literature). During this period, the Real Men were the ones that understood computer programming, and the Quiche Eaters were the ones that didn't. A real computer programmer said things like "DO 10 I=1,10" and "ABEND" (they actually talked in capital letters, you understand), and the rest of the world said things like "computers are too complicated for me" and "I can't relate to computers - they're so impersonal". (A previous work [1] points out that Real Men don't "relate" to anything, and aren't afraid of being impersonal.) But, as usual, times change. We are faced today with a world in which little old ladies can get computers in their microwave ovens, 12-year-old kids can blow Real Men out of the water playing Asteroids and Pac-Man, and anyone can buy and even understand their very own Personal Computer. The Real Programmer is in danger of becoming extinct, of being replaced by high-school students with {TRASH-80s}. There is a clear need to point out the differences between the typical high-school junior Pac-Man player and a Real Programmer. If this difference is made clear, it will give these kids something to aspire to -- a role model, a Father Figure. It will also help explain to the employers of Real Programmers why it would be a mistake to replace the Real Programmers on their staff with 12-year-old Pac-Man players (at a considerable salary savings). LANGUAGES The easiest way to tell a Real Programmer from the crowd is by the programming language he (or she) uses. Real Programmers use {Fortran}. Quiche Eaters use {Pascal}. Nicklaus Wirth, the designer of Pascal, gave a talk once at which he was asked how to pronounce his name. He replied, "You can either call me by name, pronouncing it 'Veert', or call me by value, 'Worth'." One can tell immediately from this comment that Nicklaus Wirth is a Quiche Eater. The only parameter passing mechanism endorsed by Real Programmers is call-by-value-return, as implemented in the {IBM 370} {Fortran-G} and H compilers. Real programmers don't need all these abstract concepts to get their jobs done - they are perfectly happy with a {keypunch}, a {Fortran IV} {compiler}, and a beer. Real Programmers do List Processing in Fortran. Real Programmers do String Manipulation in Fortran. Real Programmers do Accounting (if they do it at all) in Fortran. Real Programmers do {Artificial Intelligence} programs in Fortran. If you can't do it in Fortran, do it in {assembly language}. If you can't do it in assembly language, it isn't worth doing. STRUCTURED PROGRAMMING The academics in computer science have gotten into the "structured programming" rut over the past several years. They claim that programs are more easily understood if the programmer uses some special language constructs and techniques. They don't all agree on exactly which constructs, of course, and the examples they use to show their particular point of view invariably fit on a single page of some obscure journal or another - clearly not enough of an example to convince anyone. When I got out of school, I thought I was the best programmer in the world. I could write an unbeatable tic-tac-toe program, use five different computer languages, and create 1000-line programs that WORKED. (Really!) Then I got out into the Real World. My first task in the Real World was to read and understand a 200,000-line Fortran program, then speed it up by a factor of two. Any Real Programmer will tell you that all the Structured Coding in the world won't help you solve a problem like that - it takes actual talent. Some quick observations on Real Programmers and Structured Programming: Real Programmers aren't afraid to use {GOTOs}. Real Programmers can write five-page-long DO loops without getting confused. Real Programmers like Arithmetic IF statements - they make the code more interesting. Real Programmers write self-modifying code, especially if they can save 20 {nanoseconds} in the middle of a tight loop. Real Programmers don't need comments - the code is obvious. Since Fortran doesn't have a structured IF, REPEAT ... UNTIL, or CASE statement, Real Programmers don't have to worry about not using them. Besides, they can be simulated when necessary using {assigned GOTOs}. Data Structures have also gotten a lot of press lately. Abstract Data Types, Structures, Pointers, Lists, and Strings have become popular in certain circles. Wirth (the above-mentioned Quiche Eater) actually wrote an entire book [2] contending that you could write a program based on data structures, instead of the other way around. As all Real Programmers know, the only useful data structure is the Array. Strings, lists, structures, sets - these are all special cases of arrays and can be treated that way just as easily without messing up your programing language with all sorts of complications. The worst thing about fancy data types is that you have to declare them, and Real Programming Languages, as we all know, have implicit typing based on the first letter of the (six character) variable name. OPERATING SYSTEMS What kind of operating system is used by a Real Programmer? CP/M? God forbid - CP/M, after all, is basically a toy operating system. Even little old ladies and grade school students can understand and use CP/M. Unix is a lot more complicated of course - the typical Unix hacker never can remember what the PRINT command is called this week - but when it gets right down to it, Unix is a glorified video game. People don't do Serious Work on Unix systems: they send jokes around the world on {UUCP}-net and write adventure games and research papers. No, your Real Programmer uses OS 370. A good programmer can find and understand the description of the IJK305I error he just got in his JCL manual. A great programmer can write JCL without referring to the manual at all. A truly outstanding programmer can find bugs buried in a 6 megabyte {core dump} without using a hex calculator. (I have actually seen this done.) OS is a truly remarkable operating system. It's possible to destroy days of work with a single misplaced space, so alertness in the programming staff is encouraged. The best way to approach the system is through a keypunch. Some people claim there is a Time Sharing system that runs on OS 370, but after careful study I have come to the conclusion that they were mistaken. PROGRAMMING TOOLS What kind of tools does a Real Programmer use? In theory, a Real Programmer could run his programs by keying them into the front panel of the computer. Back in the days when computers had front panels, this was actually done occasionally. Your typical Real Programmer knew the entire bootstrap loader by memory in hex, and toggled it in whenever it got destroyed by his program. (Back then, memory was memory - it didn't go away when the power went off. Today, memory either forgets things when you don't want it to, or remembers things long after they're better forgotten.) Legend has it that {Seymore Cray}, inventor of the Cray I supercomputer and most of Control Data's computers, actually toggled the first operating system for the CDC7600 in on the front panel from memory when it was first powered on. Seymore, needless to say, is a Real Programmer. One of my favorite Real Programmers was a systems programmer for Texas Instruments. One day he got a long distance call from a user whose system had crashed in the middle of saving some important work. Jim was able to repair the damage over the phone, getting the user to toggle in disk I/O instructions at the front panel, repairing system tables in hex, reading register contents back over the phone. The moral of this story: while a Real Programmer usually includes a keypunch and lineprinter in his toolkit, he can get along with just a front panel and a telephone in emergencies. In some companies, text editing no longer consists of ten engineers standing in line to use an 029 keypunch. In fact, the building I work in doesn't contain a single keypunch. The Real Programmer in this situation has to do his work with a "text editor" program. Most systems supply several text editors to select from, and the Real Programmer must be careful to pick one that reflects his personal style. Many people believe that the best text editors in the world were written at Xerox Palo Alto Research Center for use on their Alto and Dorado computers [3]. Unfortunately, no Real Programmer would ever use a computer whose operating system is called SmallTalk, and would certainly not talk to the computer with a mouse. Some of the concepts in these Xerox editors have been incorporated into editors running on more reasonably named operating systems - {Emacs} and {VI} being two. The problem with these editors is that Real Programmers consider "what you see is what you get" to be just as bad a concept in Text Editors as it is in women. No the Real Programmer wants a "you asked for it, you got it" text editor - complicated, cryptic, powerful, unforgiving, dangerous. TECO, to be precise. It has been observed that a TECO command sequence more closely resembles transmission line noise than readable text [4]. One of the more entertaining games to play with TECO is to type your name in as a command line and try to guess what it does. Just about any possible typing error while talking with TECO will probably destroy your program, or even worse - introduce subtle and mysterious bugs in a once working subroutine. For this reason, Real Programmers are reluctant to actually edit a program that is close to working. They find it much easier to just patch the binary {object code} directly, using a wonderful program called SUPERZAP (or its equivalent on non-IBM machines). This works so well that many working programs on IBM systems bear no relation to the original Fortran code. In many cases, the original source code is no longer available. When it comes time to fix a program like this, no manager would even think of sending anything less than a Real Programmer to do the job - no Quiche Eating structured programmer would even know where to start. This is called "job security". Some programming tools NOT used by Real Programmers: Fortran preprocessors like {MORTRAN} and {RATFOR}. The Cuisinarts of programming - great for making Quiche. See comments above on structured programming. Source language debuggers. Real Programmers can read core dumps. Compilers with array bounds checking. They stifle creativity, destroy most of the interesting uses for EQUIVALENCE, and make it impossible to modify the operating system code with negative subscripts. Worst of all, bounds checking is inefficient. Source code maintenance systems. A Real Programmer keeps his code locked up in a card file, because it implies that its owner cannot leave his important programs unguarded [5]. THE REAL PROGRAMMER AT WORK Where does the typical Real Programmer work? What kind of programs are worthy of the efforts of so talented an individual? You can be sure that no Real Programmer would be caught dead writing accounts-receivable programs in {COBOL}, or sorting {mailing lists} for People magazine. A Real Programmer wants tasks of earth-shaking importance (literally!). Real Programmers work for Los Alamos National Laboratory, writing atomic bomb simulations to run on Cray I supercomputers. Real Programmers work for the National Security Agency, decoding Russian transmissions. It was largely due to the efforts of thousands of Real Programmers working for NASA that our boys got to the moon and back before the Russkies. Real Programmers are at work for Boeing designing the operating systems for cruise missiles. Some of the most awesome Real Programmers of all work at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California. Many of them know the entire operating system of the Pioneer and Voyager spacecraft by heart. With a combination of large ground-based Fortran programs and small spacecraft-based assembly language programs, they are able to do incredible feats of navigation and improvisation - hitting ten-kilometer wide windows at Saturn after six years in space, repairing or bypassing damaged sensor platforms, radios, and batteries. Allegedly, one Real Programmer managed to tuck a pattern-matching program into a few hundred bytes of unused memory in a Voyager spacecraft that searched for, located, and photographed a new moon of Jupiter. The current plan for the Galileo spacecraft is to use a gravity assist trajectory past Mars on the way to Jupiter. This trajectory passes within 80 +/-3 kilometers of the surface of Mars. Nobody is going to trust a Pascal program (or a Pascal programmer) for navigation to these tolerances. As you can tell, many of the world's Real Programmers work for the U.S. Government - mainly the Defense Department. This is as it should be. Recently, however, a black cloud has formed on the Real Programmer horizon. It seems that some highly placed Quiche Eaters at the Defense Department decided that all Defense programs should be written in some grand unified language called "ADA" ((C), DoD). For a while, it seemed that ADA was destined to become a language that went against all the precepts of Real Programming - a language with structure, a language with data types, {strong typing}, and semicolons. In short, a language designed to cripple the creativity of the typical Real Programmer. Fortunately, the language adopted by DoD has enough interesting features to make it approachable -- it's incredibly complex, includes methods for messing with the operating system and rearranging memory, and Edsgar Dijkstra doesn't like it [6]. (Dijkstra, as I'm sure you know, was the author of "GoTos Considered Harmful" - a landmark work in programming methodology, applauded by Pascal programmers and Quiche Eaters alike.) Besides, the determined Real Programmer can write Fortran programs in any language. The Real Programmer might compromise his principles and work on something slightly more trivial than the destruction of life as we know it, providing there's enough money in it. There are several Real Programmers building video games at Atari, for example. (But not playing them - a Real Programmer knows how to beat the machine every time: no challenge in that.) Everyone working at LucasFilm is a Real Programmer. (It would be crazy to turn down the money of fifty million Star Trek fans.) The proportion of Real Programmers in Computer Graphics is somewhat lower than the norm, mostly because nobody has found a use for computer graphics yet. On the other hand, all computer graphics is done in Fortran, so there are a fair number of people doing graphics in order to avoid having to write COBOL programs. THE REAL PROGRAMMER AT PLAY Generally, the Real Programmer plays the same way he works - with computers. He is constantly amazed that his employer actually pays him to do what he would be doing for fun anyway (although he is careful not to express this opinion out loud). Occasionally, the Real Programmer does step out of the office for a breath of fresh air and a beer or two. Some tips on recognizing Real Programmers away from the computer room: At a party, the Real Programmers are the ones in the corner talking about operating system security and how to get around it. At a football game, the Real Programmer is the one comparing the plays against his simulations printed on 11 by 14 fanfold paper. At the beach, the Real Programmer is the one drawing flowcharts in the sand. At a funeral, the Real Programmer is the one saying "Poor George, he almost had the sort routine working before the coronary." In a grocery store, the Real Programmer is the one who insists on running the cans past the laser checkout scanner himself, because he never could trust keypunch operators to get it right the first time. THE REAL PROGRAMMER'S NATURAL HABITAT What sort of environment does the Real Programmer function best in? This is an important question for the managers of Real Programmers. Considering the amount of money it costs to keep one on the staff, it's best to put him (or her) in an environment where he can get his work done. The typical Real Programmer lives in front of a computer terminal. Surrounding this terminal are: Listings of all programs the Real Programmer has ever worked on, piled in roughly chronological order on every flat surface in the office. Some half-dozen or so partly filled cups of cold coffee. Occasionally, there will be cigarette butts floating in the coffee. In some cases, the cups will contain Orange Crush. Unless he is very good, there will be copies of the OS JCL manual and the Principles of Operation open to some particularly interesting pages. Taped to the wall is a line-printer Snoopy calendar for the year 1969. Strewn about the floor are several wrappers for peanut butter filled cheese bars - the type that are made pre-stale at the bakery so they can't get any worse while waiting in the vending machine. Hiding in the top left-hand drawer of the desk is a stash of double-stuff Oreos for special occasions. Underneath the Oreos is a flowcharting template, left there by the previous occupant of the office. (Real Programmers write programs, not documentation. Leave that to the maintenance people.) The Real Programmer is capable of working 30, 40, even 50 hours at a stretch, under intense pressure. In fact, he prefers it that way. Bad response time doesn't bother the Real Programmer - it gives him a chance to catch a little sleep between compiles. If there is not enough schedule pressure on the Real Programmer, he tends to make things more challenging by working on some small but interesting part of the problem for the first nine weeks, then finishing the rest in the last week, in two or three 50-hour marathons. This not only impresses the hell out of his manager, who was despairing of ever getting the project done on time, but creates a convenient excuse for not doing the documentation. In general: No Real Programmer works 9 to 5 (unless it's the ones at night). Real Programmers don't wear neckties. Real Programmers don't wear high-heeled shoes. Real Programmers arrive at work in time for lunch [9]. A Real Programmer might or might not know his wife's name. He does, however, know the entire {ASCII} (or EBCDIC) code table. Real Programmers don't know how to cook. Grocery stores aren't open at three in the morning. Real Programmers survive on Twinkies and coffee. THE FUTURE What of the future? It is a matter of some concern to Real Programmers that the latest generation of computer programmers are not being brought up with the same outlook on life as their elders. Many of them have never seen a computer with a front panel. Hardly anyone graduating from school these days can do hex arithmetic without a calculator. College graduates these days are soft - protected from the realities of programming by source level debuggers, text editors that count parentheses, and "user friendly" operating systems. Worst of all, some of these alleged "computer scientists" manage to get degrees without ever learning Fortran! Are we destined to become an industry of Unix hackers and Pascal programmers? From my experience, I can only report that the future is bright for Real Programmers everywhere. Neither OS 370 nor Fortran show any signs of dying out, despite all the efforts of Pascal programmers the world over. Even more subtle tricks, like adding structured coding constructs to Fortran have failed. Oh sure, some computer vendors have come out with Fortran 77 compilers, but every one of them has a way of converting itself back into a Fortran 66 compiler at the drop of an option card - to compile DO loops like God meant them to be. Even Unix might not be as bad on Real Programmers as it once was. The latest release of Unix has the potential of an operating system worthy of any Real Programmer - two different and subtly incompatible user interfaces, an arcane and complicated teletype driver, virtual memory. If you ignore the fact that it's "structured", even 'C' programming can be appreciated by the Real Programmer: after all, there's no type checking, variable names are seven (ten? eight?) characters long, and the added bonus of the Pointer data type is thrown in - like having the best parts of Fortran and assembly language in one place. (Not to mention some of the more creative uses for

rebreathe ::: v. t. --> To breathe again.

Rechaka(Recaka, Sanskrit) ::: One of the practices used in the hatha yoga system for the regulation of the breath.The breath is expelled or expired from one of the nostrils while the other nostril is held closed with thefinger, and then the operation isrepeated with the other nostril. These operations, as observed under Kumbhaka, are extremely dangerousto health and mental balance, and cannot be encouraged. Indeed, they should be unequivocallydiscouraged.

reptilia ::: n. pl. --> A class of air-breathing oviparous vertebrates, usually covered with scales or bony plates. The heart generally has two auricles and one ventricle. The development of the young is the same as that of birds.

respirable ::: a. --> Suitable for being breathed; adapted for respiration.

respiration ::: n. --> The act of respiring or breathing again, or catching one&

respirator ::: n. --> A divice of gauze or wire, covering the mouth or nose, to prevent the inhalation of noxious substances, as dust or smoke. Being warmed by the breath, it tempers cold air passing through it, and may also be used for the inhalation of medicated vapors.

respire ::: v. i. --> To take breath again; hence, to take rest or refreshment.
To breathe; to inhale air into the lungs, and exhale it from them, successively, for the purpose of maintaining the vitality of the blood. ::: v. t.

roaring ::: p. pr. & vvb. n. --> of Roar ::: n. --> A loud, deep, prolonged sound, as of a large beast, or of a person in distress, anger, mirth, etc., or of a noisy congregation.
An affection of the windpipe of a horse, causing a loud, peculiar noise in breathing under exertion; the making of the noise so

ruttle ::: n. --> A rattling sound in the throat arising from difficulty of breathing; a rattle.

Samadhi(Sanskrit) ::: A compound word formed of sam, meaning "with" or "together"; a, meaning "towards"; andthe verbal root dha, signifying "to place," or "to bring"; hence samadhi, meaning "to direct towards,"generally signifies to combine the faculties of the mind with a direction towards an object. Hence, intensecontemplation or profound meditation, with the consciousness directed to the spiritual. It is the highestform of self-possession, in the sense of collecting all the faculties of the constitution towards reachingunion or quasi-union, long or short in time as the case may be, with the divine-spiritual. One whopossesses and is accustomed to use this power has complete, absolute control over all his faculties, andis, therefore, said to be "completely self- possessed." It is the highest state of yoga or "union."Samadhi, therefore, is a word of exceedingly mystical and profound significance implying the completeabstraction of the percipient consciousness from all worldly or exterior or even mental concerns orattributes, and its absorption into or, perhaps better, its becoming the pure unadulterate, undilutesuperconsciousness of the god within. In other words, samadhi is self-conscious union with the spiritualmonad of the human constitution. Samadhi is the eighth or final stage of genuine occult yoga, and can beattained at any time by the initiate without conscious recourse to the other phases or practices of yogaenumerated in Oriental works, and which other and inferior practices are often misleading, in some casesdistinctly injurious, and at the best mere props or aids in the attaining of complete mental abstractionfrom worldly concerns.The eight stages of yoga usually enumerated are the following: (1) yama, signifying "restraint" or"forbearance"; (2) niyama, religious observances of various kinds, such as watchings or fastings,prayings, penances, etc.; (3) asana (q.v.), postures of various kinds; (4) pranayama, various methods ofregulating the breath; (5) pratyahara, a word signifying "withdrawal," but technically and esoterically the"withdrawal" of the consciousness from sensual or sensuous concerns, or from external objects; (6)dharana (q.v.), firmness or steadiness or resolution in holding the mind set or concentrated on a topic orobject of thought, mental concentration; (7) dhyana (q.v.), abstract contemplation or meditation whenfreed from exterior distractions; and finally, (8) samadhi, complete collection of the consciousness and ofits faculties into oneness or union with the monadic essence.It may be observed, and should be carefully taken note of by the student, that when the initiate hasattained samadhi he becomes practically omniscient for the solar universe in which he dwells, becausehis consciousness is functioning at the time in the spiritual-causal worlds. All knowledge is then to himlike an open page because he is self-consciously conscious, to use a rather awkward phrase, of nature'sinner and spiritual realms, the reason being that his consciousness has become kosmic in its reaches.

scratch monkey "humour" As in "Before testing or reconfiguring, always mount a {scratch monkey}", a proverb used to advise caution when dealing with irreplaceable data or devices. Used to refer to any scratch volume hooked to a computer during any risky operation as a replacement for some precious resource or data that might otherwise get trashed. This term preserves the memory of Mabel, the Swimming Wonder Monkey, star of a biological research program at the University of Toronto. Mabel was not (so the legend goes) your ordinary monkey; the university had spent years teaching her how to swim, breathing through a regulator, in order to study the effects of different gas mixtures on her physiology. Mabel suffered an untimely demise one day when a DEC engineer troubleshooting a crash on the program's VAX inadvertently interfered with some custom hardware that was wired to Mabel. It is reported that, after calming down an understandably irate customer sufficiently to ascertain the facts of the matter, a DEC troubleshooter called up the {field circus} manager responsible and asked him sweetly, "Can you swim?" Not all the consequences to humans were so amusing; the sysop of the machine in question was nearly thrown in jail at the behest of certain clueless droids at the local "humane" society. The moral is clear: When in doubt, always mount a scratch monkey. {ESR} notes: There is a version of this story, complete with reported dialogue between one of the project people and DEC field service, that has been circulating on Internet since 1986. It is hilarious and mythic, but gets some facts wrong. For example, it reports the machine as a {PDP-11} and alleges that Mabel's demise occurred when DEC {PM}ed the machine. Earlier versions of this entry were based on that story; this one has been corrected from an interview with the hapless sysop. A corespondent adds: The details you give are somewhat consistent with the version I recall from the Digital "War Stories" notesfile, but the name "Mabel" and the swimming bit were not mentioned, IIRC. Also, there's {a very detailed account (} that claims that three monkies died in the incident, not just one. I believe Eric Postpischil wrote the original story at DEC, so his coming back with a different version leads me to wonder whether there ever was a real Scratch Monkey incident. [{Jargon File}] (2004-08-22)

Shock in exterhrisation ::: A feeling like that of a shock and the stopping of the breath for a second and as if of falling down comes to many when the consciousness for a moment or a longer time exteriorises itself (goes out of the body) ; the shock comes from the going up of the consciousness or from the return into the bodj’. It is not anything physical.

short-breathed ::: a. --> Having short-breath, or quick respiration.
Having short life.

shortness ::: n. --> The quality or state of being short; want of reach or extension; brevity; deficiency; as, the shortness of a journey; the shortness of the days in winter; the shortness of an essay; the shortness of the memory; a shortness of provisions; shortness of breath.

short ::: superl. --> Not long; having brief length or linear extension; as, a short distance; a short piece of timber; a short flight.
Not extended in time; having very limited duration; not protracted; as, short breath.
Limited in quantity; inadequate; insufficient; scanty; as, a short supply of provisions, or of water.
Insufficiently provided; inadequately supplied; scantily furnished; lacking; not coming up to a resonable, or the

short-winded ::: a. --> Affected with shortness of breath; having a quick, difficult respiration, as dyspnoic and asthmatic persons.

shukshma deha. ::: the subtle or astral body, which possess nineteen properties &

sigh ::: n. 1. An audible exhale following a long, deep breath, in weariness or relief. 2. Fig. A sound made by wind moving through the leaves of a tree. v. sighing. 3. Expressing with or as if with an audible exhalation.

smother ::: v. t. --> To destroy the life of by suffocation; to deprive of the air necessary for life; to cover up closely so as to prevent breathing; to suffocate; as, to smother a child.
To affect as by suffocation; to stife; to deprive of air by a thick covering, as of ashes, of smoke, or the like; as, to smother a fire.
Hence, to repress the action of; to cover from public view; to suppress; to conceal; as, to smother one&

snail ::: n. --> Any one of numerous species of terrestrial air-breathing gastropods belonging to the genus Helix and many allied genera of the family Helicidae. They are abundant in nearly all parts of the world except the arctic regions, and feed almost entirely on vegetation; a land snail.
Any gastropod having a general resemblance to the true snails, including fresh-water and marine species. See Pond snail, under Pond, and Sea snail. html{color:

sniff ::: v. t. --> To draw air audibly up the nose; to snuff; -- sometimes done as a gesture of suspicion, offense, or contempt.
To draw in with the breath through the nose; as, to sniff the air of the country.
To perceive as by sniffing; to snuff, to scent; to smell; as, to sniff danger. ::: n.

snore ::: v. i. --> To breathe with a rough, hoarse, nasal voice in sleep. ::: n. --> A harsh nasal noise made in sleep.

snuffle ::: v. i. --> To speak through the nose; to breathe through the nose when it is obstructed, so as to make a broken sound. ::: n. --> The act of snuffing; a sound made by the air passing through the nose when obstructed.
An affected nasal twang; hence, cant; hypocrisy.

sob ::: n. 1. The act or sound of weeping aloud with convulsive gasping. 2. Transf. A sound resembling that of loud weeping. sobs. v. 3. To weep with a convulsive catching of the breath.

sob ::: v. t. --> To soak. ::: v. i. --> To sigh with a sudden heaving of the breast, or with a kind of convulsive motion; to sigh with tears, and with a convulsive drawing in of the breath.

sonant ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to sound; sounding.
Uttered, as an element of speech, with tone or proper vocal sound, as distinguished from mere breath sound; intonated; voiced; tonic; the opposite of nonvocal, or surd; -- sid of the vowels, semivowels, liquids, and nasals, and particularly of the consonants b, d, g hard, v, etc., as compared with their cognates p, t, k, f, etc., which are called nonvocal, surd, or aspirate.

Soul: The divine, immortal part of man. The psyche of the Greek philosophers, the nephesh of the Hebrew Bible. According to occult philosophy, the vital principle (“breath of life”) which all living beings possess.

soup ::: n. --> A liquid food of many kinds, usually made by boiling meat and vegetables, or either of them, in water, -- commonly seasoned or flavored; strong broth. ::: v. t. --> To sup or swallow.
To breathe out.

spirable ::: a. --> Capable of being breathed; respirable.

spiration ::: n. --> The act of breathing.

spire ::: v. i. --> To breathe.
To shoot forth, or up in, or as if in, a spire. ::: n. --> A slender stalk or blade in vegetation; as, a spire grass or of wheat.
A tapering body that shoots up or out to a point in a

spiritally ::: adv. --> By means of the breath.

spiritless ::: a. --> Destitute of spirit; wanting animation; wanting cheerfulness; dejected; depressed.
Destitute of vigor; wanting life, courage, or fire.
Having no breath; extinct; dead.

Spirit: (L. Spiritus: breath, life, soul, mind, spirit) Originally, the Stoic fire-like, animating and energizing principle (pneuma) of the Cosmos. A being capable of consciousness and commonly considered as possessing will and intelligence. Immaterial being. A disembodied or incorporeal conscious being. The supersensuous, ideal order of being or realm of mind: the intellectual, rational, noetic, aesthetic, moral, holy, divine. Medieval and alchemic: A subtle stuff; an element.

spirit ::: n. --> Air set in motion by breathing; breath; hence, sometimes, life itself.
A rough breathing; an aspirate, as the letter h; also, a mark to denote aspiration; a breathing.
Life, or living substance, considered independently of corporeal existence; an intelligence conceived of apart from any physical organization or embodiment; vital essence, force, or energy, as distinct from matter.

spiroscope ::: n. --> A wet meter used to determine the breathing capacity of the lungs.

Sri Aurobindo: "A spiritual atmosphere is more important than outer conditions; if one can get that and also create one"s own spiritual air to breathe in and live in it, that is the true condition of progress.” *Letters on Yoga

Sri Aurobindo: "Every man is knowingly or unknowingly the instrument of a universal Power and, apart from the inner Presence, there is no such essential difference between one action and another, one kind of instrumentation and another as would warrant the folly of an egoistic pride. The difference between knowledge and ignorance is a grace of the Spirit; the breath of divine Power blows where it lists and fills today one and tomorrow another with the word or the puissance. If the potter shapes one pot more perfectly than another, the merit lies not in the vessel but the maker. The attitude of our mind must not be ‘This is my strength" or ‘Behold God"s power in me", but rather ‘A Divine Power works in this mind and body and it is the same that works in all men and in the animal, in the plant and in the metal, in conscious and living things and in things apparently inconscient and inanimate."” The Synthesis of Yoga

Sri Aurobindo: "The Divine and no other is the flame of life that sustains the physical body of living creatures and turns its food into sustenance of their vital force. He is lodged in the heart of every breathing thing; from him are memory and knowledge and the debates of the reason. He is that which is known by all the Vedas and by all forms of knowing; he is the knower of Veda and the maker of Vedanta. In other words, the Divine is at once the Soul of matter and the Soul of life and the Soul of mind as well as the Soul of the supramental light that is beyond mind and its limited reasoning intelligence.” *Essays on the Gita

Sri Aurobindo: “The Divine and no other is the flame of life that sustains the physical body of living creatures and turns its food into sustenance of their vital force. He is lodged in the heart of every breathing thing; from him are memory and knowledge and the debates of the reason. He is that which is known by all the Vedas and by all forms of knowing; he is the knower of Veda and the maker of Vedanta. In other words, the Divine is at once the Soul of matter and the Soul of life and the Soul of mind as well as the Soul of the supramental light that is beyond mind and its limited reasoning intelligence.” Essays on the Gita

stertorous ::: a. --> Characterized by a deep snoring, which accompaines inspiration in some diseases, especially apoplexy; hence, hoarsely breathing; snoring.

stifle ::: n. --> The joint next above the hock, and near the flank, in the hind leg of the horse and allied animals; the joint corresponding to the knee in man; -- called also stifle joint. See Illust. under Horse. ::: v. t. --> To stop the breath of by crowding something into the windpipe, or introducing an irrespirable substance into the lungs; to

stoma ::: n. --> One of the minute apertures between the cells in many serous membranes.
The minute breathing pores of leaves or other organs opening into the intercellular spaces, and usually bordered by two contractile cells.
The line of dehiscence of the sporangium of a fern. It is usually marked by two transversely elongated cells. See Illust. of Sporangium.

strangulation ::: n. --> The act of strangling, or the state of being strangled.
Inordinate compression or constriction of a tube or part, as of the throat; especially, such as causes a suspension of breathing, of the passage of contents, or of the circulation, as in cases of hernia.

St. Thomas was a teacher and a writer for some twenty years (1254-1273). Among his works are: Scriptum in IV Libros Sententiarum (1254-1256), Summa Contra Gentiles (c. 1260), Summa Theologica (1265-1272); commentaries on Boethius. (De Trinitate, c. 1257-1258), on Dionysius the Pseudo-Areopagite (De Divinis Nominibus, c. 1261), on the anonymous and important Liber de Causis (1268), and especially on Aristotle's works (1261-1272), Physics, Metaphysics, Nicomachean Ethics, Politics, On the Soul, Posterior Analytics, On Interpretation, On the Heavens, On Generation and Corruption; Quaestiones Disputatae, which includes questions on such large subjects as De Veritate (1256-1259); De Potentia (1259-1263); De Malo (1263-1268); De Spiritualibus Creaturis, De Anima (1269-1270); small treatises or Opuscula, among which especially noteworthy are the De Ente et Essentia (1256); De Aeternitate Mundi (1270), De Unitate Intellecus (1270), De Substantiis Separatis (1272). While it is extremely difficult to grasp in its entirety the personality behind this complex theological and philosophical activity, some points are quite clear and beyond dispute. During the first five years of his activity as a thinker and a teacher, St. Thomas seems to have formulated his most fundamental ideas in their definite form, to have clarified his historical conceptions of Greek and Arabian philosophers, and to have made more precise and even corrected his doctrinal positions, (cf., e.g., the change on the question of creation between In II Sent., d.l, q.l, a.3, and the later De Potentia, q. III, a.4). This is natural enough, though we cannot pretend to explain why he should have come to think as he did. The more he grew, and that very rapidly, towards maturity, the more his thought became inextricably involved in the defense of Aristotle (beginning with c. 1260), his texts and his ideas, against the Averroists, who were then beginning to become prominent in the faculty of arts at the University of Paris; against the traditional Augustinianism of a man like St. Bonaventure; as well as against that more subtle Augustinianism which could breathe some of the spirit of Augustine, speak the language of Aristotle, but expound, with increasing faithfulness and therefore more imminent disaster, Christian ideas through the Neoplatonic techniques of Avicenna. This last group includes such different thinkers as St. Albert the Great, Henry of Ghent, the many disciples of St. Bonaventure, including, some think, Duns Scotus himself, and Meister Eckhart of Hochheim.

super source quench A special packet designed to shut up an {Internet} host. The {Internet Protocol} (IP) has a control message called Source Quench that asks a host to transmit more slowly on a particular connection to avoid congestion. It also has a Redirect control message intended to instruct a host to send certain packets to a different local router. A "super source quench" is actually a redirect control packet, forged to look like it came from a local router, that instructs a host to send all packets to its own local loopback address. This will effectively tie many Internet hosts up in knots. Compare {godzillagram}, {breath-of-life packet}. [{Jargon File}]

tadpole ::: n. --> The young aquatic larva of any amphibian. In this stage it breathes by means of external or internal gills, is at first destitute of legs, and has a finlike tail. Called also polliwig, polliwog, porwiggle, or purwiggy.
The hooded merganser.

The body in general and the brain in particular are compact of finer and grosser elements, the former responsive only to the breath of divine wisdom, out of reach of the winds from the passion-laden lower mind, whose function is to act on and arouse the grosser elements of the nervous system. The brain, therefore, is a kind of reflector of thought-currents and emotional tides which arise in the kamic centers of the inner self, and are distributed through the nervous ganglia in the skull to the physical kamic reflection centers in the trunk. Thus we scarcely use at all the brain itself in the true sense, or at any rate only in its lowest aspects or functions; and it is only in rare moments that the brain tissues are suffused with the glory emanating directly from the higher nature and working through the pineal and pituitary glands in the skull and through the secret center in the heart.

The ceaseless alternate outflowing and inflowing of cosmic life or hierarchies of lives of the one manifest reality is called the Great Breath from its analogy to physiological breathing, which implies incessant alternating motion, expansion and contraction, of life, air, wind, or spirit. The sevenfold word symbolizing the logos is said to be the evolution of the breath. Though the alternation of manvantara and pralaya conjoined are the Great Breath, the alternating motion does not cease even during the long pralayic ages.

“The Divine and no other is the flame of life that sustains the physical body of living creatures and turns its food into sustenance of their vital force. He is lodged in the heart of every breathing thing; from him are memory and knowledge and the debates of the reason. He is that which is known by all the Vedas and by all forms of knowing; he is the knower of Veda and the maker of Vedanta. In other words, the Divine is at once the Soul of matter and the Soul of life and the Soul of mind as well as the Soul of the supramental light that is beyond mind and its limited reasoning intelligence.” Essays on the Gita

The Egyptian god Tem is connected by Blavatsky with fohat, for Tem is “spoken of as the Protean god who generates other gods and gives himself the form he likes; the ‘master of life’ ‘giving their vigour to the gods’ (chapter lxxiv.) He is the overseer of the gods, and he ‘who creates spirits and gives them shape and life’; he is ‘the north wind and the spirit of the west’; and finally the ‘Setting Sun of Life,’ or the vital electric force that leaves the body at death, wherefore the defunct begs that Toum [Tem] should give him the breath from his right nostril (positive electricity) that he might live in his second form” (SD 1:673-4).

the gapes ::: --> A fit of yawning.
A disease of young poultry and other birds, attended with much gaping. It is caused by a parasitic nematode worm (Syngamus trachealis), in the windpipe, which obstructs the breathing. See Gapeworm.

The last stage of this perfection will come when you are com* pletely identified with the Divine Mother and feel yourself to be no longer another and separate being, hstwmeM, sen'ani or worker but truly a child and eternal portion of her conscious- ness and force. Always she will be in you and you in her ; it will be your constant, simple and natural experience that all your thought and seeing and action, your very breathing or moving come from her and are here. You will know and see and feel that you are a person and power formed by her out of herself, put out from her for the play and yet always safe in her, being of her being, consciousness of her consciousness, force of her force, ananda of her Ananda. When this condition is entire and her supramental energies can freely move you then you will be perfect in divine works; knowledge, will, action will become sure, simple, luminous, spontaneous, flawless, an outflow from the Supreme, a divine movement of the Eternal.

The original from which the Hebrew Genesis was later compiled is lost. Yet even as the latter has reached us — first veiled, then probably remodeled by Ezra with shiftings that confuse the chronology — despite important words and clauses mistranslated by European scholars, its resemblance to the esoteric account is unmistakable. For Jehovah, who gave the human body and (physical) breath of life, is the hyparxis of Saturn and an earthly, not a celestial, hierarchy. The human mind and spirit are essentially emanations from the immortal spiritual monad coeval with the universe, and subsequent human evolutionary development was both from and aided by the elohim, a spiritual host. Adam and Eve, once mind appeared in them, enter the path of self-directed evolution, a reference to the second and third Eves mentioned above. The eating of the fruit of the tree is the awakening or lighting of mind in man. It shows Eve as consorting with spiritual, not demoniacal, forces and incidentally reconciles the two creation stories. Like the serpent, the tree is an ancient and universal symbol of sacred and esoteric knowledge. To eat of its fruit is to acquire the knowledge that only the gods possess, and the possession confers immortality under the law.

The plural “breaths” is used to denote spirits or forces, such as the Ah-hi, dhyani-chohans, asuras, the holy circumgyrating breaths, and the seven breaths or divisions of the Logos. There may also be right- and left-hand breaths, or breaths (winds) from the four, six, or eight directions, each having its own specific quality and functions. In general, breath stands for the air element.

These five- or seven-voweled voices, sounds, or breathings also represent the seven fundamental fires or energies of the human constitution. All ancient mystical schools had their own way of viewing and explaining these vowels.

These five vowels have the same essential meaning as the Oeaohoo of The Secret Doctrine. They are symbolic of the seven kosmic breathings of the universal spirit or primal logos; in other words, of the seven kosmic original fires or energies whose breathings throughout the universe are the life or streams of lives which form the background of the universe. Consonants were mystically considered to be the vehicles of sounds or breathings or “voices” which were the vowels. Consonants gave the vowels body, in the same way as spirit expresses itself through the rigid structural framework of entities. “The manner of pronunciation depends on the accent. This is an esoteric term for the six in one or the mystic seven. The occult name for the ‘seven-vowelled’ ever-present manifestation of the Universal Principle” (TG 239).

thick wind ::: --> A defect of respiration in a horse, that is unassociated with noise in breathing or with the signs of emphysema.

thrill ::: n. --> A warbling; a trill.
A drill. See 3d Drill, 1.
A sensation as of being thrilled; a tremulous excitement; as, a thrill of horror; a thrill of joy. ::: v. t. --> A breathing place or hole; a nostril, as of a bird.

trachearia ::: --> A division of Arachnida including those that breathe only by means of tracheae. It includes the mites, ticks, false scorpions, and harvestmen.

tracheary ::: a. --> Tracheal; breathing by means of tracheae. ::: n. --> One of the Trachearia.

tracheata ::: --> An extensive division of arthropods comprising all those which breathe by tracheae, as distinguished from Crustacea, which breathe by means of branchiae.

tracheate ::: a. --> Breathing by means of tracheae; of or pertaining to the Tracheata. ::: n. --> Any arthropod having tracheae; one of the Tracheata.

tracheobranchia ::: n. --> One of the gill-like breathing organs of certain aquatic insect larvae. They contain tracheal tubes somewhat similar to those of other insects.

truelove ::: n. --> One really beloved.
A plant. See Paris.
An unexplained word occurring in Chaucer, meaning, perhaps, an aromatic sweetmeat for sweetening the breath.

uddiyana bandha. ::: a lower abdominal lock often described as bringing the navel to the base of the spine; most important bandha as it supports the breathing and encourages the development of strong core muscles

ujjayi. ::: "victorious breath"; a breathing technique performed with breath-synchronised movements &

unbreathed ::: a. --> Not breathed.
Not exercised; unpracticed.

upbreathe ::: v. r. --> To breathe up or out; to exhale.

vayu ::: 1. wind, breath. ::: 2. Vayu: the Wind-God who in the Vedic system is the Master of Life, inspirer of that Breath or dynamic energy called the prana. ::: 3. [one of the five bhutas]: Air, the motional principle of expansion and contraction represented to the senses as the gaseous state.

vesicular ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to vesicles; esp., of or pertaining to the air vesicles, or air cells, of the lungs; as, vesicular breathing, or normal breathing, in which the air enters freely the air vesicles of the lungs.
Containing, or composed of, vesicles or vesiclelike structures; covered with vesicles or bladders; vesiculate; as, vesicular coral; vesicular lava; a vesicular leaf.
Having the form or structure of a vesicle; as, a

vinyasa. ::: the linking of body movement with breath; a specific sequence of breath-synchronised movements used to transition between sustained postures

visor ::: n. --> A part of a helmet, arranged so as to lift or open, and so show the face. The openings for seeing and breathing are generally in it.
A mask used to disfigure or disguise.
The fore piece of a cap, projecting over, and protecting the eyes.

voice ::: n. --> Sound uttered by the mouth, especially that uttered by human beings in speech or song; sound thus uttered considered as possessing some special quality or character; as, the human voice; a pleasant voice; a low voice.
Sound of the kind or quality heard in speech or song in the consonants b, v, d, etc., and in the vowels; sonant, or intonated, utterance; tone; -- distinguished from mere breath sound as heard in f, s, sh, etc., and also whisper.

water breather ::: --> Any arthropod that breathes by means of gills.

What we mean by inspiration is that the impetus to poetic creation and utterance comes to us from a superconscient source above the ordinary mentality, so that what is written seems not to be the fabrication of the brain-mind, but something more sovereign breathed or poured in from above.
   Ref: CWSA Vol. 26, Page: 423

wheeze ::: v. i. --> To breathe hard, and with an audible piping or whistling sound, as persons affected with asthma. ::: n. --> A piping or whistling sound caused by difficult respiration.
An ordinary whisper exaggerated so as to produce the hoarse

wheezy ::: a. --> Breathing with difficulty and with a wheeze; wheezing. Used also figuratively.

When the figure 8 is placed on its side . . . it symbolizes the eternal and spiral motion of cycles “and is symbolized in its turn by the Caduceus. It shows the regular breathing of the Kosmos presided over by the eight great gods — the seven from the primeval Mother, the One and the Triad” (SD 2:580). In modern mathematics, it is the symbol for infinity, or for the approach to infinity.

whisper ::: v. i. --> To speak softly, or under the breath, so as to be heard only by one near at hand; to utter words without sonant breath; to talk without that vibration in the larynx which gives sonorous, or vocal, sound. See Whisper, n. ::: n. --> To make a low, sibilant sound or noise.

whistle ::: v. i. --> To make a kind of musical sound, or series of sounds, by forcing the breath through a small orifice formed by contracting the lips; also, to emit a similar sound, or series of notes, from the mouth or beak, as birds.
To make a shrill sound with a wind or steam instrument, somewhat like that made with the lips; to blow a sharp, shrill tone.
To sound shrill, or like a pipe; to make a sharp, shrill sound; as, a bullet whistles through the air.

wind-break ::: v. t. --> To break the wind of; to cause to lose breath; to exhaust. ::: n. --> A clump of trees serving for a protection against the force of wind.

wind-broken ::: a. --> Having the power of breathing impaired by the rupture, dilatation, or running together of air cells of the lungs, so that while the inspiration is by one effort, the expiration is by two; affected with pulmonary emphysema or with heaves; -- said of a horse.

winder ::: n. --> One who, or that which, winds; hence, a creeping or winding plant.
An apparatus used for winding silk, cotton, etc., on spools, bobbins, reels, or the like.
One in a flight of steps which are curved in plan, so that each tread is broader at one end than at the other; -- distinguished from flyer.
A blow taking away the breath.

windless ::: a. --> Having no wind; calm.
Wanting wind; out of breath.

windpipe ::: n. --> The passage for the breath from the larynx to the lungs; the trachea; the weasand. See Illust. under Lung.

Yang ch’i: In Taoism, nourishing life through breath control. In Confucianism, nourishing one’s vital force, the basis of the human body, by the practice of benevolence, righteousness, and uprightness, and the obedience of the moral law.

Yang sheng: "Nurturing life," conserving one's vital powers, by which later Taoists understood sex life, breath control, the physical exercises and diet. -- H.H.

Yoga: Sanskrit for union. The development of the powers latent in man for achieving union with the Divine Spirit. It is defined as “the restraint of mental modifications.” Eight stages are enumerated, viz. moral restraint (yama), self-culture (niyama), posture (asana) breath-control (pranayama), control of the senses (pratyahara), concentration (dharana), meditation (dhyana), and a state of superconsciousness (samadhi). The techniques of Yoga are recognized and applied by all schools of occultism.

Yoga: (Skr. "yoking") Restraining of the mind (see Manas), or, in Patanjali's (q.v.) phrase: citta vrtti nirodha, disciplining the activity of consciousness. The object of this universally recommended practice in India is the gaining of peace of mind and a deeper insight into the nature of reality. On psycho-physical assumptions, several aids are outlined in all works on Yoga, including moral preparation, breath-control, posture, and general toning up of the system. Karma or kriya Yoga is the attainment of Yoga ends primarily by doing, bhakti Yoga by devotion, jnana Yoga by mental or spiritual means. The Yogasutras (q.v.) teach eight paths: Moral restraint (see yama), self-culture (see niyama), posture (see asana), breath-control (see prandyama), control of the senses (see pratyahara), concentration (see dharana), meditation or complete surrender to the object of meditation (see samadhi). See Hathayoga. -- K.F.L.

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1:And when I breathed, my breath was lightning. ~ Black Elk,
2:Although only breath, words which I speak are immortal. ~ Sappho,
3:He is the breath inside the breath." ~ Kabir,
4:When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing. ~ Adi Shankara,
5:Throughout this life, you can never be certain of living long enough to take another breath." ~ Huang Po,
6:With each and every breath, I dwell upon You; I shall never forget You.
   ~ Guru Nanak, Guru Granth Sahib,
7:The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life. ~ Anonymous, The Bible, Job, 33:4,
8:Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. ~ Maya Angelou,
9:Bhava, the higher form of Bahkti, one becomes speechless and the breath is stilled. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
10:Control over breath is yoga. Elimination of the mind is Jnana (Self-Knowledge). ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,
11:If you are really not aware that God is constantly hunting for you, then pay close attention to every breath you take. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
12:I have no news of coming or passing away: it happened much faster than one breath." ~ Attar of Nishapur, (1145 - 1221) Persian poet, Wikipedia.,
13:By its breath of grace our lives abide. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Pursuit of the Unknowable,
14:You must make the most strenuous efforts. Throughout this life, you can never be certain of living long enough to take another breath. ~ Huang Po,
15:In Yoga when the indrawn breath remains suspended, one becomes speechless and the breath is stopped. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
16:Learn to forget that passionate music. It will end. True singing is a different breath. A breath of nothing. A gust within the god, a wind." ~ Rilke,
17:My God, if my tongue cannot say in every moment that I love You, I want my heart to repeat it to You as often as I draw breath. ~ Saint John Vianney,
18:Every breath of ours should be associated with the Lord, in our mind. God is behind you. always remember Him in everything you do. ~ Swami Vijnanananda,
19:As the drowning man pants hard for breath, so must ones heart yearn for the Lord before one can find Him. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
20:You will see God when your yearning for him is as intense as a drowning man's yearning for the next breath of air. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
21:Every breath of life is a breath too of death. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays on the Gita, The Vision of the World-Spirit - Time the Destroyer,
22:The human mind becomes ruffled by breathing, hence the yogi concentrates his mind by regulating breath before meditation on God. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
23:The poet's first concern and his concern always is with living beauty and reality, with life. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry, The Breath of Greater Life,
24:The breath of desire and pleasure so ravages the world that it has extinguished the torch of knowledge and understanding. ~ Baha-ullah, the Eternal Wisdom
25:Poetry is the rhythmic voice of life, but it is one of the inner and not one of the surface voices. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry, The Breath of Greater Life,
26:In the end its not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." ~ Shing Xiang, (no bio. found). From "1,001 Pearls of Spiritual Wisdom", (2014) Ed. Kim Lim,
27:To the Spirit all creatures turn in their need for sanctification; all living things seek him according to their ability. His breath empowers each to achieve its own natural end. ~ Saint Basil the Great,
28:At the Guru's death, either the Body awakens or His Work in the world is forsaken and His light grows dim. In every breath, remember Him." ~ Red Hawk, (b. 1943) "Mother Guru: Savitri Love Poems,", (2014),
29:The supreme duty of man is to remember the Lord always, whether one is engaged in consciously repeating His name or not. Every breath of ours should be associated with Him, in our mind. ~ Swami Vijnanananda,
30:The enlightening power of the poet's creation is vision of truth, its moving power is a passion of beauty and delight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry, The Breath of Greater Life,
31:The breath of divine Power blows where it lists and fills today one and tomorrow another with the word or the puissance. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga, The Master of the Work,
32:What is Consciousness?

   When the Lord becomes conscious of Himself, the world is created. Consciousness is the breath that gives life to all.
   ~ The Mother, Words Of The Mother III,
33:If the soul would give itself leisure to take breath and return into itself, it would be easy for it to draw from its own depths the seeds of the true. ~ Seneca, the Eternal Wisdom
34:When you really look for me, you will see me instantly— you will find me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says: Student, tell me what is God? He is the breath inside the breath." ~ Kabir,
35:O Life, thy breath is but a cry to the Light
Immortal, whence has come thy swift delight. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, O Life, thy Breath is but a Cry,
36:To the Spirit all creatures turn in their need for sanctification; all living things seek him according to their ability. His breath empowers each to achieve its own natural end. ~ Basil the Great, On the Holy Spirit,
37:When life had stopped its beats, death broke not in;
He dared to live when breath and thought were still.
Thus could he step into that magic place ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, 1:5,
38:In creating all animals, God made certain forms in which he shows his strength. He does this in the whale, so that this fish senses the iniquities of the devil and sends out his breath against him…. ~ Saint Hildegard of Bingen, Physica,
39:All here where each thing seems its lonely self
Are figures of the sole transcendent One:
Only by him they are, his breath is their life; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Secret Knowledge,
40:Hidden behind the fair outsides of life.
Its dangerous commerce is our suffering's cause.
Its breath is a subtle poison in men's hearts; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Descent into Night,
41:O Life, thy breath is but a cry to the Light
Immortal, whence has come thy swift delight,
    Thy grasp. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, O Life, thy Breath is but a Cry,
42:Crowding and stinging in a monstrous swarm
Pressed with a noxious hum into his mind
Thoughts that could poison Nature's heavenliest breath, ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Descent into Night,
43:Always man's Fate hangs poised on the flitting breath of a moment;
Called by some word, by some gesture it leaps, then 'tis graven, 'tis granite. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Ilion,
44:We, too, by the Eternal Might are led
To whatsoever goal He wills.
Our helm He grasps, our generous sail outspread
His strong breath fills. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, To R.,
45:In essence, humans need more knowledge than eating and drinking because in a day a person only needs to eat once or twice, while knowledge is needed in every breath he takes." ~ Imam Abu Hanifa, @Sufi_Path
46:The worlds are built by its unconscious Breath
And Matter and Mind are its figures or its powers,
Our waking thoughts the output of its dreams. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Descent into Night,
47:Even in all that life and man have marred,
A whisper of divinity still is heard,
A breath is felt from the eternal spheres. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal,
48:Breath by breath, let go of fear, expectation, anger, regret, cravings, frustration, fatigue. Let go of the need for approval. Let go of old judgments and opinions. Die to all that, and fly free. Soar in the freedom of desirelessness." ~ Lama Surya Das,
49:Great figures of gods
Conscious in stone and living without breath,
Watching with fixed regard the soul of man,
Executive figures of the cosmic self ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Finding of the Soul,
50:Whenever sensations in the body are predominant [like pain] make them the objects of meditation. When they are no longer predominant, return to the breath." ~ Joseph Goldstein, (b. 1944), American vipassana meditation teacher, "The Experience of Insight,", (1987).,
51:There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.

There is a place where voices sing your beauty,
A place where every breath
carves your image
in my soul. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
52:There is a reflective property in matter. It is a mirror tarnished, clouded by our breath. It is only necessary to clean the mirror and to read the symbols that are written in matter from all eternity. ~ Simone Weil, 'The First Condition for the Work of a Free Person',
53:The months had fed the passion of the sun
And now his burning breath assailed the soil.
The tiger heats prowled through the fainting earth;
All was licked up as by a lolling tongue. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Quest,
54:Breath and mind arise from the same place and when one of them is controlled, the other is also controlled.

Watching the breath is also one form of pranayama. Merely watching the breath is easy and involves no risk. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,
55:In the smothering stress of this stupendous Nought
Mind could not think, breath could not breathe, the soul
Could not remember or feel itself. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness,
56:The Friend of Man helps him with life and death
Until he knows. Then, freed from mortal breath,
Grief, pain, resentment, terror pass away.
He feels the joy of the immortal play; ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Epiphany,
57:Sentiment which is an indulgence of the intelligent observing mind in the aesthesis, the rasa of feeling, passion, emotion, sense thinning them away into a subtle, at the end almost unreal fineness. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Future Poetry, The Breath of Greater Life,
58:Oh my heart, don't become discouraged so easily. Have faith. In the hidden world, there are many mysteries, many wonders. Even if the whole planet threatens your life, don't let go of the Beloved's robe for even a breath. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi, @Sufi_Path
59:We shall merge into the One from whom we came. The True One is pervading each and every heart. He Himself unites us in Union with Himself; the True Mansion of His Presence is close at hand. With each and every breath, I dwell upon You; I shall never forget You.
   ~ Guru Nanak, Guru Granth Sahib,
60:A creature of his own grey ignorance,
    A mind half shadow and half gleam, a breath
    That wrestles, captive in a world of death,
To live some lame brief years. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, Man the Thinking Animal,
61:You are not the personality or the individual. This body is the food-body on which consciousness appears. The vital breath does all the work and consciousness witnesses it all. This body is only the food-body for the consumption and the sustenance of the 'I Amness'. ~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj,
62:No little part of the torment of existence lies in this, that time is continually pressing upon us, never letting us take breath, but always coming after us, like a taskmaster with a whip. If at any moment time stays his hand, it is only when we are delivered over to the misery of boredom. ~ Arthur Schopenhauer, Studies in Pessimism,
63:Not only to unite oneself by the breath to the air in which we live, but henceforth to unite oneself by thought to the Intelligence in which all lives. For intelligent Power is no less diffused everywhere and is no less communicated to whoever can brea the it. ~ Marcus Aurelius VIII. 54, the Eternal Wisdom
64:The world's senseless beauty mirrors God's delight.
That rapture's smile is secret everywhere;
It flows in the wind's breath, in the tree's sap,
Its hued magnificence blooms in leaves and flowers. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, 02.04
65:At the dim portal of the inner life
That bars out from our depths the body's mind
And all that lives but by the body's breath,
She knocked and pressed against the ebony gate.
The living portal groaned with sullen hinge: ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Entry into the Inner Countries,
66:The desire for the Divine or for bhakti for the Divine is the one desire which can free one from all the others—at the core it is not a desire, but an aspiration; a soul need, the breath of existence of the inmost being, and as such it cannot be counted among desires, kāmanār madhye nay. ~ Sri Aurobindo, to Dilip,
67:The birth of all the buddhas of the three times from this utterly pure realm [of] mind itself is this. The basis of the generation of all the sugata's power, fearless miracles and qualities is also this. The source of all the holy dharma is also this. Therefore, it is the absolute Great Mother. - Machik ~ Judith Simmer-Brown, Dakini's Warm Breath,
68:All that exists in the world, without exception, is the seat of a movement of augmentation or of diminution. All that moves is alive, and the universal life is a necessary transformation: nothing is destroyed and nothing lost. If that is so, ail is immortal, matter, life, intelligence, the breath, the soul, all that constitutes the living being. ~ Hermes, the Eternal Wisdom
69:Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against
your own neck

You won't find me in the mosque
or the sadhus temple.

You wont find me in holy books
or behind the lips of priests.

Nor in eating nothing but vegetables

You will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says : Student, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.... ~ Kabir,
70:The Master came back to the drawing-room and said: "The worldly minded practise devotions, japa, and austerity only by fits and starts. But those who know nothing else but God repeat His name with every breath. Some always repeat mentally, 'Om Rāma'.

Even the followers of the path of knowledge repeat, 'Soham', 'I am He'. There are others whose tongues are always moving, repeating the name of God. One should remember and think of God constantly." ~ Sri Ramakrishna, The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishana,
71:Talk 10.

A visitor asked how to realise oneself in accordance with Maharshi's instructions, contained in his text of Truth Revealed, verse 9, supplement. The difficulty was in controlling the mind.

M.: It is to be done by controlling the breath. If you practise it by yourself without other help, then the mind is controlled. Otherwise the mind comes under control spontaneously in the presence of a superior power. Such is the greatness of association with the wise (satsanga). ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi, Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi, Sri Ramanasramam,
NIGHT after night within the grove
The night wind spares the sacred fire -­
The breath made visible of love,
Of worship and desire.
I set the tripod at thy shrine;
The silver bowl, the amber flame,
And in the dark where no stars shine
I speak thy name.
By the high name I call on thee
Which only I, thy priestess, know.
I tread thy dance in ecstasy,
Sweet steps and slow.
O God, the hour has come. Appear!
I have performed the appointed rite -­
The dance, the fire; I long to hear
Wings in the night.
~ Alice Duer Miller,
73:The customary routine, the customary institutions, the inherited or habitual forms of thought, - these things are the life-breath of their nostrils. They admit and jealously defend the changes compelled by the progressive mind in the past, but combat with equal zeal the changes that are being made by it in the present.

For to the material man the living progressive thinker is an ideologue, dreamer or madman. The old Semites who stoned the living prophets and adored their memories when dead, were the very incarnation of this instinctive and unintelligent principle in Nature. ~ Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis Of Yoga,
74:The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...
   ~ Stephen King,
75:Love Is Not All
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay,
76:Your time is your life, and your life is your capital: by it you make your trade, and by it you will reach the eternal bounties in the proximity of Allah. Every single breath of yours is a priceless jewel, because it is irreplaceable; once it is gone, there is no return for it. So do not be like fools who rejoice each day as their wealth increases while their lives decrease. What good is there in wealth that increases while one's lifespan decreases?

Do not rejoice except in an increase of knowledge or an increase of good works. Truly they are your two friends who will accompany you in your grave, when your spouse, your wealth, your children, and your friends will remain behind. ~ Abu Hamid al-Ghazali?,
77:[Rex and Regina] It is a therapeutic necessity, indeed, the first requisite of any thorough psychological method, for consciousness to confront its shadow. In the end this must lead to some kind of union, even though the union consists at first in an open conflict, and often remains so for a long time. It is a struggle that cannot be abolished by rational means. When it is wilfully repressed it continues in the unconscious and merely expresses itself indirectly and all the more dangerously, so no advantage is gained. The struggle goes on until the opponents run out of breath. What the outcome will be can never be seen in advance. The only certain thing is that both parties will be changed. ~ Carl Jung, CW 14, par. 514.,
78:If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for . . . To be grateful is to recognize the Love of God in everything He has given us - and He has given us everything. Every breath we draw is a gift of His love, every moment of existence is a grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him.

Gratitude therefore takes nothing for granted, is never unresponsive, is constantly awakening to new wonder and to praise of the goodness of God. For the grateful person knows that God is good, not by hearsay but by experience. And that is what makes all the difference. ~ Thomas Merton,
79:At her will the inscrutable Supermind leans down
To guide her force that feels but cannot know,
Its breath of power controls her restless seas
And life obeys the governing Idea.
At her will, led by a luminous Immanence
The hazardous experimenting Mind
Pushes its way through obscure possibles
Mid chance formations of an unknowing world.
Our human ignorance moves towards the Truth
That Nescience may become omniscient,
Transmuted instincts shape to divine thoughts,
Thoughts house infallible immortal sight
And Nature climb towards God's identity.
The Master of the worlds self-made her slave
Is the executor of her fantasies:
She has canalised the seas of omnipotence;
She has limited by her laws the Illimitable.
~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Glory and the Fall of Life,
80:Driven by her breath across life's tossing deep,
Through the thunder's roar and through the windless hush,
Through fog and mist where nothing more is seen,
He carries her sealed orders in his breast.
Late will he know, opening the mystic script,
Whether to a blank port in the Unseen
He goes or, armed with her fiat, to discover
A new mind and body in the city of God
And enshrine the Immortal in his glory's house
And make the finite one with Infinity.
Across the salt waste of the endless years
Her ocean winds impel his errant boat,
The cosmic waters plashing as he goes,
A rumour around him and danger and a call.
Always he follows in her force's wake.
He sails through life and death and other life,
He travels on through waking and through sleep. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, 1:4,
81:A disciple asked his teacher, 'Sir, please tell me how I can see God.' Come with me,' said the guru, 'and I shall show you.' He took the disciple to a lake, and both of them got into the water. Suddenly the teacher pressed the disciple's head under the water. After a few moments he released him and the disciple raised his head and stood up. The guru asked him, 'How did you feel?' The disciple said, 'Oh! I thought I should die; I was panting for breath.' The teacher said, 'When you feel like that for God, then you will know you haven't long to wait for His vision.'

Let me tell you something. What will you gain by floating on the surface? Dive a little under the water. The gems lie deep under the water; so what is the good of throwing your arms and legs about on the surface? A real gem is heavy. It doesn't float; it sinks to the bottom. To get the real gem you must dive deep. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
82:Over and over again I sail towards joy, which is never in the room with me, but always near me, across the way, like those rooms full of gayety one sees from the street, or the gayety in the street one sees from a window. Will I ever reach joy? It hides behind the turning merry-go-round of the traveling circus. As soon as I approach it, it is no longer joy. Joy is a foam, an illumination. I am poorer and hungrier for the want of it. When I am in the dance, joy is outside in the elusive garden. When I am in the garden, I hear it exploding from the house. When I am traveling, joy settles like an aurora borealis over the land I leave. When I stand on the shore I see it bloom on the flag of a departing ship. What joy? Have I not possessed it? I want the joy of simple colors, street organs, ribbons, flags, not a joy that takes my breath away and throws me into space alone where no one else can breathe with me, not the joy that comes from a lonely drunkenness. There are so many joys, but I have only known the ones that come like a miracle, touching everything with light. ~ Anais Nin,
83:The third operation in any magical ceremony is the oath or proclamation. The Magician, armed and ready, stands in the centre of the Circle, and strikes once upon the bell as if to call the attention of the Universe. He then declares who he is, reciting his magical history by the proclamation of the grades which he has attained, giving the signs and words of those grades. He then states the purpose of the ceremony, and proves that it is necessary to perform it and to succeed in its performance. He then takes an oath before the Lord of the Universe (not before the particular Lord whom he is invoking) as if to call Him to witness the act. He swears solemnly that he will perform it-that nothing shall prevent him from performing it-that he will not leave the operation until it is successfully performed-and once again he strikes upon the bell. Yet, having demonstrated himself in that position at once infinitely lofty and infinitely unimportant, the instrument of destiny, he balances this by the Confession, in which there is again an infinite exaltation harmonised with an infinite humility. He admits himself to be a weak human being humbly aspiring to something higher; a creature of circumstance utterly dependent-even for the breath of life-upon a series of fortunate accidents.
   ~ Aleister Crowley, Liber ABA,
84:Life clung to its seat with cords of gasping breath;
   Lapped was his body by a tenebrous tongue.
   Existence smothered travailed to survive;
   Hope strangled perished in his empty soul,
   Belief and memory abolished died
   And all that helps the spirit in its course.
   There crawled through every tense and aching nerve
   Leaving behind its poignant quaking trail
   A nameless and unutterable fear.
   As a sea nears a victim bound and still,
   The approach alarmed his mind for ever dumb
   Of an implacable eternity
   Of pain inhuman and intolerable.
   This he must bear, his hope of heaven estranged;
   He must ever exist without extinction's peace
   In a slow suffering Time and tortured Space,
   An anguished nothingness his endless state.
   A lifeless vacancy was now his breast,
   And in the place where once was luminous thought,
   Only remained like a pale motionless ghost
   An incapacity for faith and hope
   And the dread conviction of a vanquished soul
   Immortal still but with its godhead lost,
   Self lost and God and touch of happier worlds.
   But he endured, stilled the vain terror, bore
   The smothering coils of agony and affright;
   Then peace returned and the soul's sovereign gaze.
   To the blank horror a calm Light replied:
   Immutable, undying and unborn,
   Mighty and mute the Godhead in him woke
   And faced the pain and danger of the world.
   He mastered the tides of Nature with a look:
   He met with his bare spirit naked Hell.
   ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Descent into Night,
There are seven keys to the great gate,
Being eight in one and one in eight.
First, let the body of thee be still,
Bound by the cerements of will,
Corpse-rigid; thus thou mayst abort
The fidget-babes that tense the thought.
Next, let the breath-rhythm be low,
Easy, regular, and slow;
So that thy being be in tune
With the great sea's Pacific swoon.
Third, let thy life be pure and calm
Swayed softly as a windless palm.
Fourth, let the will-to-live be bound
To the one love of the Profound.
Fifth, let the thought, divinely free
From sense, observe its entity.
Watch every thought that springs; enhance
Hour after hour thy vigilance!
Intense and keen, turned inward, miss
No atom of analysis!
Sixth, on one thought securely pinned
Still every whisper of the wind!
So like a flame straight and unstirred
Burn up thy being in one word!
Next, still that ecstasy, prolong
Thy meditation steep and strong,
Slaying even God, should He distract
Thy attention from the chosen act!
Last, all these things in one o'erpowered,
Time that the midnight blossom flowered!
The oneness is. Yet even in this,
My son, thou shalt not do amiss
If thou restrain the expression, shoot
Thy glance to rapture's darkling root,
Discarding name, form, sight, and stress
Even of this high consciousness;
Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here:
Thou art the Master. I revere
Thy radiance that rolls afar,
O Brother of the Silver Star! ~ Aleister Crowley,
86:Yet this was only a foretaste of the intense experiences to come. The first glimpse of the Divine Mother made him the more eager for Her uninterrupted vision. He wanted to see Her both in meditation and with eyes open. But the Mother began to play a teasing game of hide-and-seek with him, intensifying both his joy and his suffering. Weeping bitterly during the moments of separation from Her, he would pass into a trance and then find Her standing before him, smiling, talking, consoling, bidding him be of good cheer, and instructing him. During this period of spiritual practice he had many uncommon experiences. When he sat to meditate, he would hear strange clicking sounds in the joints of his legs, as if someone were locking them up, one after the other, to keep him motionless; and at the conclusion of his meditation he would again hear the same sounds, this time unlocking them and leaving him free to move about. He would see flashes like a swarm of fire-flies floating before his eyes, or a sea of deep mist around him, with luminous waves of molten silver. Again, from a sea of translucent mist he would behold the Mother rising, first Her feet, then Her waist, body, face, and head, finally Her whole person; he would feel Her breath and hear Her voice. Worshipping in the temple, sometimes he would become exalted, sometimes he would remain motionless as stone, sometimes he would almost collapse from excessive emotion. Many of his actions, contrary to all tradition, seemed sacrilegious to the people. He would take a flower and touch it to his own head, body, and feet, and then offer it to the Goddess. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, Gospel,
87:The obsession clouds all reason, impairs the ability to act, makes anything secondary to it seem unimportant. It's a double-bind tug o'war. The desire to maintain the fantasy may be stronger than the desire to make it real.
   In classical occult terms I am describing a thought-form, a monster bred from the darker reccesses of mind, fed by psychic energy, clothed in imagination and nurtured by umbilical cords which twist through years of growth. we all have our personal Tunnels of Set; set in our ways through habit and patterns piling on top of each other. The thought-form rides us like a monkey; it's tail wrapped firmly about the spine of a self lost to us years ago; an earlier version threshing blindly in a moment of fear, pain, or desire.
   Thus we are formed; and in a moment of loss we feel the monster's hot breath against our backs, it's claws digging into muscle and flesh. we dance to the pull of strings that were woven years ago, and in a lightning flash of insight, or better yet, the gentle admonitions of a friend, we may see the lie; the program. it is first necessary to see that there is a program. To say perhaps, this creature is mine, but not wholly me. What follows then is that the prey becomes the hunter, pulling apart the obsession, naming its parts, searching for fragments of understanding in its entrails. Shrinking it, devouring it, peeling the layers of onion-skin.
   This is in itself a magick as powerful as any sorcery. Unbinding the knots that we have tied and tangled; sorting out the threads of experience and colour-coding the chains of chance. It may leave us freer, more able to act effectively and less likely to repeat old mistakes. The thing has a chinese puzzle-like nature. We can perceive only the present, and it requires intense sifting through memory to see the scaffolding beneath.
   ~ Phil Hine, Oven Ready Chaos,
88:WHEN THE GREAT YOGIN Padmasambhava, called by Tibetans Guru Rinpoche, "the precious teacher," embarks on his spiritual journey, he travels from place to place requesting teachings from yogins and yoginls. Guided by visions and dreams, his journey takes him to desolate forests populated with ferocious wild animals, to poison lakes with fortified islands, and to cremation grounds. Wherever he goes he performs miracles, receives empowerments, and ripens his own abilities to benefit others.

   When he hears of the supreme queen of all dakinls, the greatly accomplished yogini called Secret Wisdom, he travels to the Sandal Grove cremation ground to the gates of her abode, the Palace of Skulls. He attempts to send a request to the queen with her maidservant Kumari. But the girl ignores him and continues to carry huge brass jugs of water suspended from a heavy yoke across her shoulders. When he presses his request, Kumari continues her labors, remaining silent. The great yogin becomes impatient and, through his yogic powers, magically nails the heavy jugs to the floor. No matter how hard Kumari struggles, she cannot lift them.

   Removing the yoke and ropes from her shoulders, she steps before Padmasambhava, exclaiming, "You have developed great yogic powers. What of my powers, great one?" And so saying, she draws a sparkling crystal knife from the girdle at her waist and slices open her heart center, revealing the vivid and vast interior space of her body. Inside she displays to Guru Rinpoche the mandala of deities from the inner tantras: forty-two peaceful deities manifested in her upper torso and head and fifty-eight wrathful deities resting in her lower torso. Abashed that he did not realize with whom he was dealing, Guru Rinpoche bows before her and humbly renews his request for teachings. In response, she offers him her respect as well, adding, "I am only a maidservant," and ushers him in to meet the queen Secret Wisdom. ~ Judith Simmer-Brown, Dakini's Warm Breath: The Feminine Principle in Tibetan Buddhism, Introduction: Encountering the Dakini,
89:Now I have taught you about Immortal Man and have loosed the bonds of the robbers from him. I have broken the gates of the pitiless ones in their presence. I have humiliated their malicious intent, and they all have been shamed and have risen from their ignorance. Because of this, then, I came here, that they might be joined with that Spirit and Breath, [III continues:] and might from two become one, just as from the first, that you might yield much fruit and go up to Him Who Is from the Beginning, in ineffable joy and glory and honor and grace of the Father of the Universe.

"Whoever, then, knows the Father in pure knowledge will depart to the Father and repose in Unbegotten Father. But whoever knows him defectively will depart to the defect and the rest of the Eighth. Now whoever knows Immortal Spirit of Light in silence, through reflecting and consent in the truth, let him bring me signs of the Invisible One, and he will become a light in the Spirit of Silence. Whoever knows Son of Man in knowledge and love, let him bring me a sign of Son of Man, that he might depart to the dwelling-places with those in the Eighth.

"Behold, I have revealed to you the name of the Perfect One, the whole will of the Mother of the Holy Angels, that the masculine multitude may be completed here, that there might appear in the aeons, the infinities and those that came to be in the untraceable wealth of the Great Invisible Spirit, that they all might take from his goodness, even the wealth of their rest that has no kingdom over it. I came from First Who Was Sent, that I might reveal to you Him Who Is from the Beginning, because of the arrogance of Arch-Begetter and his angels, since they say about themselves that they are gods. And I came to remove them from their blindness, that I might tell everyone about the God who is above the universe. Therefore, tread upon their graves, humiliate their malicious intent, and break their yoke and arouse my own. I have given you authority over all things as Sons of Light, that you might tread upon their power with your feet."

These are the things the blessed Savior said, and he disappeared from them. Then all the disciples were in great, ineffable joy in the spirit from that day on. And his disciples began to preach the Gospel of God, the eternal, imperishable spirit. Amen.
~ The Sophia of Jesus, (excerpt), The Nag Hamadi Library,
90:The madman.-
   Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place. and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!" -As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? -Thus they yelled and laughed.
   The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. "Whither is God?" he cried; "I will tell you. We have killed him-you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward. forward. in all directions? be there still any up or down? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too. decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
   "How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us-for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto."
   Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. "I have come too early," he said then: "my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars-and yet they have done it themselves... It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his reqttiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: "What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God? ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, trans. Kaufmann,
91:Talk 26


D.: Taking the first part first, how is the mind to be eliminated or relative consciousness transcended?

M.: The mind is by nature restless. Begin liberating it from its restlessness; give it peace; make it free from distractions; train it to look inward; make this a habit. This is done by ignoring the external world and removing the obstacles to peace of mind.

D.: How is restlessness removed from the mind?

M.: External contacts - contacts with objects other than itself - make the mind restless. Loss of interest in non-Self, (vairagya) is the first step. Then the habits of introspection and concentration follow. They are characterised by control of external senses, internal faculties, etc. (sama, dama, etc.) ending in samadhi (undistracted mind).

Talk 27.

D.: How are they practised?

M.: An examination of the ephemeral nature of external phenomena leads to vairagya. Hence enquiry (vichara) is the first and foremost step to be taken. When vichara continues automatically, it results in a contempt for wealth, fame, ease, pleasure, etc. The 'I' thought becomes clearer for inspection. The source of 'I' is the Heart - the final goal. If, however, the aspirant is not temperamentally suited to Vichara Marga (to the introspective analytical method), he must develop bhakti (devotion) to an ideal - may be God, Guru, humanity in general, ethical laws, or even the idea of beauty. When one of these takes possession of the individual, other attachments grow weaker, i.e., dispassion (vairagya) develops. Attachment for the ideal simultaneously grows and finally holds the field. Thus ekagrata (concentration) grows simultaneously and imperceptibly - with or without visions and direct aids.

In the absence of enquiry and devotion, the natural sedative pranayama (breath regulation) may be tried. This is known as Yoga Marga. If life is imperilled the whole interest centres round the one point, the saving of life. If the breath is held the mind cannot afford to (and does not) jump at its pets - external objects. Thus there is rest for the mind so long as the breath is held. All attention being turned on breath or its regulation, other interests are lost. Again, passions are attended with irregular breathing, whereas calm and happiness are attended with slow and regular breathing. Paroxysm of joy is in fact as painful as one of pain, and both are accompanied by ruffled breaths. Real peace is happiness. Pleasures do not form happiness. The mind improves by practice and becomes finer just as the razor's edge is sharpened by stropping. The mind is then better able to tackle internal or external problems. If an aspirant be unsuited temperamentally for the first two methods and circumstantially (on account of age) for the third method, he must try the Karma Marga (doing good deeds, for example, social service). His nobler instincts become more evident and he derives impersonal pleasure. His smaller self is less assertive and has a chance of expanding its good side. The man becomes duly equipped for one of the three aforesaid paths. His intuition may also develop directly by this single method. ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi, Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi, Sri Ramanasramam,
92:Wake-Initiated Lucid Dreams (WILDS)
In the last chapter we talked about strategies for inducing lucid dreams by carrying an idea from the waking world into the dream, such as an intention to comprehend the dream state, a habit of critical state testing, or the recognition of a dreamsign. These strategies are intended to stimulate a dreamer to become lucid within a dream.
This chapter presents a completely different set of approaches to the world of lucid dreaming based on the idea of falling asleep consciously. This involves retaining consciousness while wakefulness is lost and allows direct entry into the lucid dream state without any loss of reflective consciousness. The basic idea has many variations.
While falling asleep, you can focus on hypnagogic (sleep onset) imagery, deliberate visualizations, your breath or heartbeat, the sensations in your body, your sense of self, and so on. If you keep the mind sufficiently active while the tendency to enter REM sleep is strong, you feel your body fall asleep, but you, that is to say, your consciousness, remains awake. The next thing you know, you will find yourself in the dream world, fully lucid.
These two different strategies for inducing lucidity result in two distinct types of lucid dreams. Experiences in which people consciously enter dreaming sleep are referred to as wake-initiated lucid dreams (WILDs), in contrast to dream-initiated lucid dreams (DILDs), in which people become lucid after having fallen asleep unconsciously. 1 The two kinds of lucid dreams differ in a number of ways. WILDs always happen in association with brief awakenings (sometimes only one or two seconds long) from and immediate return to REM sleep. The sleeper has a subjective impression of having been awake. This is not true of DILDs. Although both kinds of lucid dream are more likely to occur later in the night, the proportion of WILDs also increases with time of night. In other words, WILDs are most likely to occur the late morning hours or in afternoon naps. This is strikingly evident in my own record of lucid dreams. Of thirty-three lucid dreams from the first REM period of the night, only one (3 percent) was a WILD, compared with thirteen out of thirty-two (41 percent) lucid dreams from afternoon naps. 2 Generally speaking, WILDs are less frequent than DILDs; in a laboratory study of seventy-six lucid dreams, 72 percent were DILDs compared with 28 percent WILDs. 3 The proportion of WILDs observed in the laboratory seems, by my experience, to be considerably higher than the proportion of WILDs reported at home.
To take a specific example, WILDs account for only 5 percent of my home record of lucid dreams, but for 40 percent of my first fifteen lucid dreams in the laboratory. 4 Ibelieve there are two reasons for this highly significant difference: whenever I spentthe night in the sleep laboratory, I was highly conscious of every time I awakened andI made extraordinary efforts not to move more than necessary in order to minimizeinterference with the physiological recordings.
Thus, my awakenings from REM in the lab were more likely to lead toconscious returns to REM than awakenings at home when I was sleeping with neitherheightened consciousness of my environment and self nor any particular intent not tomove. This suggests that WILD induction techniques might be highly effective underthe proper conditions.
Paul Tholey notes that, while techniques for direct entry to the dream staterequire considerable practice in the beginning, they offer correspondingly greatrewards. 5 When mastered, these techniques (like MILD) can confer the capacity toinduce lucid dreams virtually at will. ~ Stephen LaBerge, Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming, 4 - Falling Asleep Consciously,
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went-and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires-and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings-the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire-but hour by hour
They fell and faded-and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash-and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless-they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought-and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails-men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress-he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects-saw, and shriek'd, and died-
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-
A lump of death-a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge-
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them-She was the Universe.
~ George Gordon Byron,
94:Sweet Mother, how can we make our resolution very firm?

   By wanting it to be very firm! (Laughter)

   No, this seems like a joke... but it is absolutely true. One does not want it truly. There is always, if you... It is a lack of sincerity. If you look sincerely, you will see that you have decided that it will be like this, and then, beneath there is something which has not decided at all and is waiting for the second of hesitation in order to rush forward. If you are sincere, if you are sincere and get hold of the part which is hiding, waiting, not showing itself, which knows that there will come a second of indecision when it can rush out and make you do the thing you have decided not to do...

   [] But if you really want it, nothing in the world can prevent you from doing what you want. It is because one doesn't know how to will it. It is because one is divided in one's will. If you are not divided in your will, I say that nothing, nobody in the world can make you change your will.

   But one doesn't know how to will it. In fact one doesn't even want to. These are velleities: "Well, it is like this.... It would be good if it were like that... yes, it would be better if it were like that... yes, it would be preferable if it were like that." But this is not to will. And always there at the back, hidden somewhere in a corner of the brain, is something which is looking on and saying, "Oh, why should I want that? After all one can as well want the opposite." And to try, you see... Not like that, just wait... But one can always find a thousand excuses to do the opposite. And ah, just a tiny little wavering is enough... pftt... the thing swoops down and there it is. But if one wills, if one really knows that this is the thing, and truly wants this, and if one is oneself entirely concentrated in the will, I say that there is nothing in the world that can prevent one from doing it, from doing it or being obliged to do it. It depends on what it is.

   One wants. Yes, one wants, like this (gestures). One wants: "Yes, yes, it would be better if it were like that. Yes, it would be finer also, more elegant."... But, eh, eh, after all one is a weak creature, isn't that so? And then one can always put the blame upon something else: "It is the influence coming from outside, it is all kinds of circumstances."

   A breath has passed, you see. You don't know... something... a moment of unconsciousness... "Oh, I was not conscious." You are not conscious because you do not accept... And all this because you don't know how to will.

   [] To learn how to will is a very important thing. And to will truly, you must unify your being. In fact, to be a being, one must first unify oneself. If one is pulled by absolutely opposite tendencies, if one spends three-fourths of one's life without being conscious of oneself and the reasons why one does things, is one a real being? One does not exist. One is a mass of influences, movements, forces, actions, reactions, but one is not a being. One begins to become a being when one begins to have a will. And one can't have a will unless one is unified.

   And when you have a will, you will be able to say, say to the Divine: "I want what You want." But not before that. Because in order to want what the Divine wants, you must have a will, otherwise you can will nothing at all. You would like to. You would like it very much. You would very much like to want what the Divine wants to do. You don't possess a will to give to Him and to put at His service. Something like that, gelatinous, like jelly-fish... there... a mass of good wills - and I am considering the better side of things and forgetting the bad wills - a mass of good wills, half-conscious and fluctuating....

   Ah, that's all, my children. That's enough for today. There we are.

   Only, put this into practice; just a little of what I have said, not all, eh, just a very little. There.

   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1954,
95:The Two Paths Of Yoga :::
   14 April 1929 - What are the dangers of Yoga? Is it especially dangerous to the people of the West? Someone has said that Yoga may be suitable for the East, but it has the effect of unbalancing the Western mind.

   Yoga is not more dangerous to the people of the West than to those of the East. Everything depends upon the spirit with which you approach it. Yoga does become dangerous if you want it for your own sake, to serve a personal end. It is not dangerous, on the contrary, it is safety and security itself, if you go to it with a sense of its sacredness, always remembering that the aim is to find the Divine.
   Dangers and difficulties come in when people take up Yoga not for the sake of the Divine, but because they want to acquire power and under the guise of Yoga seek to satisfy some ambition. if you cannot get rid of ambition, do not touch the thing. It is fire that burns.
   There are two paths of Yoga, one of tapasya (discipline), and the other of surrender. The path of tapasya is arduous. Here you rely solely upon yourself, you proceed by your own strength. You ascend and achieve according to the measure of your force. There is always the danger of falling down. And once you fall, you lie broken in the abyss and there is hardly a remedy. The other path, the path of surrender, is safe and sure. It is here, however, that the Western people find their difficulty. They have been taught to fear and avoid all that threatens their personal independence. They have imbibed with their mothers' milk the sense of individuality. And surrender means giving up all that. In other words, you may follow, as Ramakrishna says, either the path of the baby monkey or that of the baby cat. The baby monkey holds to its mother in order to be carried about and it must hold firm, otherwise if it loses its grip, it falls. On the other hand, the baby cat does not hold to its mother, but is held by the mother and has no fear nor responsibility; it has nothing to do but to let the mother hold it and cry ma ma.
   If you take up this path of surrender fully and sincerely, there is no more danger or serious difficulty. The question is to be sincere. If you are not sincere, do not begin Yoga. If you were dealing in human affairs, then you could resort to deception; but in dealing with the Divine there is no possibility of deception anywhere. You can go on the Path safely when you are candid and open to the core and when your only end is to realise and attain the Divine and to be moved by the Divine. There is another danger; it is in connection with the sex impulses. Yoga in its process of purification will lay bare and throw up all hidden impulses and desires in you. And you must learn not to hide things nor leave them aside, you have to face them and conquer and remould them. The first effect of Yoga, however, is to take away the mental control, and the hungers that lie dormant are suddenly set free, they rush up and invade the being. So long as this mental control has not been replaced by the Divine control, there is a period of transition when your sincerity and surrender will be put to the test. The strength of such impulses as those of sex lies usually in the fact that people take too much notice of them; they protest too vehemently and endeavour to control them by coercion, hold them within and sit upon them. But the more you think of a thing and say, "I don't want it, I don't want it", the more you are bound to it. What you should do is to keep the thing away from you, to dissociate from it, take as little notice of it as possible and, even if you happen to think of it, remain indifferent and unconcerned. The impulses and desires that come up by the pressure of Yoga should be faced in a spirit of detachment and serenity, as something foreign to yourself or belonging to the outside world. They should be offered to the Divine, so that the Divine may take them up and transmute them. If you have once opened yourself to the Divine, if the power of the Divine has once come down into you and yet you try to keep to the old forces, you prepare troubles and difficulties and dangers for yourself. You must be vigilant and see that you do not use the Divine as a cloak for the satisfaction of your desires. There are many self-appointed Masters, who do nothing but that. And then when you are off the straight path and when you have a little knowledge and not much power, it happens that you are seized by beings or entities of a certain type, you become blind instruments in their hands and are devoured by them in the end. Wherever there is pretence, there is danger; you cannot deceive God. Do you come to God saying, "I want union with you" and in your heart meaning "I want powers and enjoyments"? Beware! You are heading straight towards the brink of the precipice. And yet it is so easy to avoid all catastrophe. Become like a child, give yourself up to the Mother, let her carry you, and there is no more danger for you.
   This does not mean that you have not to face other kinds of difficulties or that you have not to fight and conquer any obstacles at all. Surrender does not ensure a smooth and unruffled and continuous progression. The reason is that your being is not yet one, nor your surrender absolute and complete. Only a part of you surrenders; and today it is one part and the next day it is another. The whole purpose of the Yoga is to gather all the divergent parts together and forge them into an undivided unity. Till then you cannot hope to be without difficulties - difficulties, for example, like doubt or depression or hesitation. The whole world is full of the poison. You take it in with every breath. If you exchange a few words with an undesirable man or even if such a man merely passes by you, you may catch the contagion from him. It is sufficient for you to come near a place where there is plague in order to be infected with its poison; you need not know at all that it is there. You can lose in a few minutes what it has taken you months to gain. So long as you belong to humanity and so long as you lead the ordinary life, it does not matter much if you mix with the people of the world; but if you want the divine life, you will have to be exceedingly careful about your company and your environment.
   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1929-1931,
   Why do we forget our dreams?

Because you do not dream always at the same place. It is not always the same part of your being that dreams and it is not at the same place that you dream. If you were in conscious, direct, continuous communication with all the parts of your being, you would remember all your dreams. But very few parts of the being are in communication.

   For example, you have a dream in the subtle physical, that is to say, quite close to the physical. Generally, these dreams occur in the early hours of the morning, that is between four and five o'clock, at the end of the sleep. If you do not make a sudden movement when you wake up, if you remain very quiet, very still and a little attentive - quietly attentive - and concentrated, you will remember them, for the communication between the subtle physical and the physical is established - very rarely is there no communication.

   Now, dreams are mostly forgotten because you have a dream while in a certain state and then pass into another. For instance, when you sleep, your body is asleep, your vital is asleep, but your mind is still active. So your mind begins to have dreams, that is, its activity is more or less coordinated, the imagination is very active and you see all kinds of things, take part in extraordinary happenings.... After some time, all that calms down and the mind also begins to doze. The vital that was resting wakes up; it comes out of the body, walks about, goes here and there, does all kinds of things, reacts, sometimes fights, and finally eats. It does all kinds of things. The vital is very adventurous. It watches. When it is heroic it rushes to save people who are in prison or to destroy enemies or it makes wonderful discoveries. But this pushes back the whole mental dream very far behind. It is rubbed off, forgotten: naturally you cannot remember it because the vital dream takes its place. But if you wake up suddenly at that moment, you remember it. There are people who have made the experiment, who have got up at certain fixed hours of the night and when they wake up suddenly, they do remember. You must not move brusquely, but awake in the natural course, then you remember.

   After a time, the vital having taken a good stroll, needs to rest also, and so it goes into repose and quietness, quite tired at the end of all kinds of adventures. Then something else wakes up. Let us suppose that it is the subtle physical that goes for a walk. It starts moving and begins wandering, seeing the rooms and... why, this thing that was there, but it has come here and that other thing which was in that room is now in this one, and so on. If you wake up without stirring, you remembeR But this has pushed away far to the back of the consciousness all the stories of the vital. They are forgotten and so you cannot recollect your dreams. But if at the time of waking up you are not in a hurry, you are not obliged to leave your bed, on the contrary you can remain there as long as you wish, you need not even open your eyes; you keep your head exactly where it was and you make yourself like a tranquil mirror within and concentrate there. You catch just a tiny end of the tail of your dream. You catch it and start pulling gently, without stirring in the least. You begin pulling quite gently, and then first one part comes, a little later another. You go backward; the last comes up first. Everything goes backward, slowly, and suddenly the whole dream reappears: "Ah, there! it was like that." Above all, do not jump up, do not stir; you repeat the dream to yourself several times - once, twice - until it becomes clear in all its details. Once that dream is settled, you continue not to stir, you try to go further in, and suddenly you catch the tail of something else. It is more distant, more vague, but you can still seize it. And here also you hang on, get hold of it and pull, and you see that everything changes and you enter another world; all of a sudden you have an extraordinary adventure - it is another dream. You follow the same process. You repeat the dream to yourself once, twice, until you are sure of it. You remain very quiet all the time. Then you begin to penetrate still more deeply into yourself, as though you were going in very far, very far; and again suddenly you see a vague form, you have a feeling, a sensation... like a current of air, a slight breeze, a little breath; and you say, "Well, well...." It takes a form, it becomes clear - and the third category comes. You must have a lot of time, a lot of patience, you must be very quiet in your mind and body, very quiet, and you can tell the story of your whole night from the end right up to the beginning.

   Even without doing this exercise which is very long and difficult, in order to recollect a dream, whether it be the last one or the one in the middle that has made a violent impression on your being, you must do what I have said when you wake up: take particular care not even to move your head on the pillow, remain absolutely still and let the dream return.

   Some people do not have a passage between one state and another, there is a little gap and so they leap from one to the other; there is no highway passing through all the states of being with no break of the consciousness. A small dark hole, and you do not remember. It is like a precipice across which one has to extend the consciousness. To build a bridge takes a very long time; it takes much longer than building a physical bridge.... Very few people want to and know how to do it. They may have had magnificent activities, they do not remember them or sometimes only the last, the nearest, the most physical activity, with an uncoordinated movement - dreams having no sense.

   But there are as many different kinds of nights and sleep as there are different days and activities. There are not many days that are alike, each day is different. The days are not the same, the nights are not the same. You and your friends are doing apparently the same thing, but for each one it is very different. And each one must have his own procedure.

   Why are two dreams never alike?

Because all things are different. No two minutes are alike in the universe and it will be so till the end of the universe, no two minutes will ever be alike. And men obstinately want to make rules! One must do this and not that.... Well! we must let people please themselves.

   You could have put to me a very interesting question: "Why am I fourteen years old today?" Intelligent people will say: "It is because it is the fourteenth year since you were born." That is the answer of someone who believes himself to be very intelligent. But there is another reason. I shall tell this to you alone.... I have drowned you all sufficiently well! Now you must begin to learn swimming!

   ~ The Mother, Questions And Answers 1953, 36?,


1:The winds are out of breath. ~ john-dryden, @wisdomtrove
2:Breath is the king of mind. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
3:A man is nothing but breath and shadow. ~ sophocles, @wisdomtrove
4:A human being is only breath and shadow. ~ sophocles, @wisdomtrove
5:Beautify your breath - beautify your life. ~ amit-ray, @wisdomtrove
6:Enthusiasm is the breath of genius. ~ benjamin-disraeli, @wisdomtrove
7:Truth is scary. Truth has bad breath at times ~ ram-das, @wisdomtrove
8:So long as there is breath in me, I will persist. ~ og-mandino, @wisdomtrove
9:Spare your breath to cool your porridge. ~ miguel-de-cervantes, @wisdomtrove
10:He (man) is both dust of earth and breath of God. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove
11:If someone offers you a breath mint, accept it. ~ h-jackson-brown-jr, @wisdomtrove
12:A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it. ~ ovid, @wisdomtrove
13:As long as you have breath, someone needs your talents. ~ joel-osteen, @wisdomtrove
14:Each breath is transforming me into thine image. ~ jiddu-krishnamurti, @wisdomtrove
15:When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing. ~ adi-shankara, @wisdomtrove
16:He drew a deep breath. &
17:So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist. ~ og-mandino, @wisdomtrove
18:Hesiod might as well have kept his breath to cool his pottage. ~ plutarch, @wisdomtrove
19:Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath. ~ kabir, @wisdomtrove
20:Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. ~ george-carlin, @wisdomtrove
21:As leaves move in the wind, your mind moves with your breath. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
22:Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, &
23:I want to preach till the last breath in my lungs runs out. ~ charles-r-swindoll, @wisdomtrove
24:-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy. ~ edgar-allan-poe, @wisdomtrove
25:Calmness is the living breath of God's immortality in you. ~ paramahansa-yogananda, @wisdomtrove
26:Heaven is real and hell is real, and eternity is but a breath away. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove
27:There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes. ~ margaret-fuller, @wisdomtrove
28:Breath is the finest gift of nature. Be grateful for this wonderful gift. ~ amit-ray, @wisdomtrove
29:Remember Her? Take A Deep Breath Before You See What She Looks Like Now ~ ken-wilber, @wisdomtrove
30:All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
31:Always first draw fresh breath after outbursts of vanity and complacency. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
32:At every breath try to be in communion with Him [Her] through His Name. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
33:Love is all around you like the air, and is the very breath of your being. ~ barry-long, @wisdomtrove
34:Take a deep breath, relax and imagine yourself exactly as you wish to be. ~ brian-tracy, @wisdomtrove
35:The worst waste of breath, next to playing a saxophone, is advising a son ~ kin-hubbard, @wisdomtrove
36:Blessed is he [she] who breathes his last breath pronouncing God’s Name. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
37:His breath is so bad why every time he smokes he blows onion rings. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
38:No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
39:The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven. ~ billy-graham, @wisdomtrove
40:He found a new way to cover up his bad breath. He holds up his arms. ~ rodney-dangerfield, @wisdomtrove
41:Remember Her? Take A Deep Breath Before You See What She Looks Like Now ~ richard-branson, @wisdomtrove
42:All good writing is like swimming underwater and holding your breath. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
43:I always feel that until you take your last breath, you're always growing. ~ oprah-winfrey, @wisdomtrove
44:Prayer is not a pious decoration of life but the breath of human existence. ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove
45:I will have nought to do with a man who can blow hot and cold with the same breath. ~ aesop, @wisdomtrove
46:Prayer is the breath of life to our soul; holiness is impossible without it ~ mother-teresa, @wisdomtrove
47:All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
48:Man's words are mere breath, but the word of the Lord is spirit and life. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
49:Let your thoughts be psalms, your prayers incense, and your breath praise. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
50:If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath. ~ amit-ray, @wisdomtrove
51:Breath is aligned with both body and mind and it alone can bring them together. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
52:Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
53:I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse - borne away with every breath! ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove
54:I slowly breathe in and out,and i find myself relaxing more and more with each breath ~ louise-hay, @wisdomtrove
55:During inhalation, the breath should move exactly like clouds spreading in the sky. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
56:Every breath we draw is a gift of God's love; every moment of existence is a grace. ~ thomas-merton, @wisdomtrove
57:... if I invested in a mouthwash stock, bad breath would suddenly become popular. ~ phyllis-diller, @wisdomtrove
58:When in haste, rest in the present. Take a deep breath and come back to here and now. ~ dan-millman, @wisdomtrove
59:Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove
60:The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe. ~ anais-nin, @wisdomtrove
61:Are you weary? Catch your breath. Are you strong? Reserve passing judgment on the tired. ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
62:Breathe and you dwell in the here and now, breath and you see impermanence is life. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
63:But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
64:Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes and dance. ~ oprah-winfrey, @wisdomtrove
65:At the moment of waking up, before getting out of bed, get in touch with your breath. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
66:Don't spin your wheels and stress. Take a deep breath, center yourself and make a plan. ~ douglas-adams, @wisdomtrove
67:Every breath we take, every step we make, can be filled with peace, joy and serenity. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
68:I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us... ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
69:As breath stills our mind, our energies are free to unhook from the senses and bend inward. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
70:I thought it completely absurd to mention my name in the same breath as the presidency. ~ dwight-eisenhower, @wisdomtrove
71:Prayer is the breath, the watchword, the comfort, the strength, the honor of a Christian. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
72:God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine. ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove
73:What's the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another? ~ marilyn-monroe, @wisdomtrove
74:Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
75:Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
76:We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans. They are part of our own body. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
77:Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living? ~ mahatma-gandhi, @wisdomtrove
78:Mind is the king of the senses; breath is the king of the mind; and the nerves are king of the breath. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
79:All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath&
80:You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. ~ chuck-palahniuk, @wisdomtrove
81:Conversation, n.: A vocal competition in which the one who is catching his breath is called the listener. ~ ambrose-bierce, @wisdomtrove
82:Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep? ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove
83:Gratitude is not a mere word; it is not a mere concept. It is the living breath of your real existence on earth. ~ sri-chinmoy, @wisdomtrove
84:Sometimes it's the same moments that take your breath away that breathe purpose and love back into your life. ~ steve-maraboli, @wisdomtrove
85:Liberty is the soul's right to breathe and, when it cannot take a long breath, laws are girdled too tight. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
86:Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone. ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove
87:To resist change, to try to cling to life, is therefore like holding your breath: if you persist you kill yourself. ~ alan-watts, @wisdomtrove
88:No matter how long your journey appears to be, there is never more than this: one step, one breath, one moment - Now. ~ eckhart-tolle, @wisdomtrove
89:Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
90:Why should one say that the machine does not live? It breathes, for its breath forms the atmosphere of some towns. ~ benjamin-disraeli, @wisdomtrove
91:Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does. ~ george-bernard-shaw, @wisdomtrove
92:There is only one immediate question: Where is God?   The immediate answer is:   God is where   My heart's love-breath is. ~ sri-chinmoy, @wisdomtrove
93:To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise. ~ oliver-goldsmith, @wisdomtrove
94:We should discipline ourselves to read the Word until it comes alive... until we can almost feel the breath of God. ~ aiden-wilson-tozer, @wisdomtrove
95:Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces ~ edgar-allan-poe, @wisdomtrove
96:If you insist on being in a hurry, you’ll move very quickly — and often get nowhere. Take a breath. Find your peace.  ~ neale-donald-walsch, @wisdomtrove
97:It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. ~ t-s-eliot, @wisdomtrove
98:O heavenly Father, protect and bless all things that have breath: guard them from all evil and let them sleep in peace. ~ albert-schweitzer, @wisdomtrove
99:Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed. ~ lyania-vanzant, @wisdomtrove
100:Wherever love and compassion are active in life, we can perceive the magic breath of the spirit blowing through the sense world. ~ rudolf-steiner, @wisdomtrove
101:Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
102:The focusing of attention on the breath is perhaps the most universal of the many hundreds of meditation subjects used worldwide. ~ jack-kornfield, @wisdomtrove
103:If you should encounter angry or unkind actions today, take a deep breath, reach deep within and greet the lack of love with love. ~ lyania-vanzant, @wisdomtrove
104:you will find Her whom you sought with such anguish,nearer than the nearest, the very breath of life, the very core of every heart. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
105:A book on cheap paper does not convince. It is not prized, it is like a wheezy doctor with pigtail tobacco breath, who needs a manicure. ~ elbert-hubbard, @wisdomtrove
106:The wonder of the Beautiful is its ability to surprise us. With swift, sheer grace, it is like a divine breath that blows the heart open. ~ john-odonohue, @wisdomtrove
107:Thought ceases in meditation; even the mind's elements are quite quiet. Blood circulation stops. His breath stops, but he is not dead. ~ swami-vivekananda, @wisdomtrove
108:There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted.  Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity. ~ rumi, @wisdomtrove
109:Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
110:Zen is discipline - the discipline of living life, the discipline of taking a breath, the discipline of not knowing and not trying to know. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove
111:What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
112:The breath must be enticed or cajoled, like catching a horse in a field, not by chasing after it, but by standing still with an apple in one's hand. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
113:The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh. ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove
114:My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death! ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
115:So long as there is breath in me, that long I will persist. For now I know one of the greatest principles on success; if I persist long enough I will win. ~ og-mandino, @wisdomtrove
116:It's not about the breath, it's about the awareness and the breath is simply a skillful means for befriending this deep capacity of the heart and mind. ~ jon-kabat-zinn, @wisdomtrove
117:There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
118:We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away. ~ alan-moore, @wisdomtrove
119:I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light... I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove
120:There are many troubles which you cannot cure by the Bible and the hymn-book, but which you can cure by a good perspiration and a breath of fresh air. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
121:[God is] all that is. Everything. Everything. Breath, life. Just get Webster's Dictionary and throw it on the floor. It's everything... God is everything. ~ lyania-vanzant, @wisdomtrove
122:I find my breath gets short, but it seldom gets longer as a man gets older. I take it as it comes, and make the most of it. That's the best way, ain't it? ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
123:Prayer is the breath of your life which gives you the freedom to go and stay where you wish and to find the many signs which point out the way to a new land. ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove
124:The reputation of a woman may also be compared to a mirror of crystal, shining and bright, but liable to be sullied by every breath that comes near it. ~ miguel-de-cervantes, @wisdomtrove
125:To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
126:Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. ~ william-shakespeare, @wisdomtrove
127:Each breath we take, each step we make, each smile we realize, is a positive contribution to peace... a necessary step in the direction of peace for the world. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
128:He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
129:Be the most ethical, the most responsible, the most authentic you can be with every breath you take, because you are cutting a path into tomorrow that others will follow. ~ ken-wilber, @wisdomtrove
130:The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
131:Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove
132:At last she shut the book sharply, lay back, and drew a deep breath, expressive of the wonder which always marks the transition from the imaginary world to the real world. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
133:Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire. ~ mary-oliver, @wisdomtrove
134:By repeatedly bringing your attention back to the breath each time it wanders off, concentration builds and deepens, much as muscles develop by repetitively lifting weights. ~ jon-kabat-zinn, @wisdomtrove
135:By taking just a few extra seconds to stay with a positive experience—even the comfort in a single breath—you’ll help turn a passing mental state into lasting neural structure. ~ rick-hanson, @wisdomtrove
136:Maintain your physical, emotional, and spiritual harmony with the universe by meditating every day. Inhale the precious breath of life. It is your connection to your Higher power. ~ louise-hay, @wisdomtrove
137:There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes. And I see no divine person. I myself am more divine than any I see I think that is enough to say about them. ~ margaret-fuller, @wisdomtrove
138:What is the holding of breath? It is a flight from the Self, it is a temporary escape from the torment of Self. It is a temporary palliative against the pain and folly of life. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
139:The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge. ~ john-dryden, @wisdomtrove
140:Just to exist, just to be, to take a breath, to feel that, whether its pleasure or pain, loss or gain, just your experience in life is unique to you. No one sees life like you do. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove
141:Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
142:Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for you." ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove
143:Your life is not between the moments of your birth and death. Your life is between now and your next breath.  The present – the here and now – is all the life you ever get.  ~ marc-and-angel-chernoff, @wisdomtrove
144:If your first reaction is to lash back at the person giving the criticism, or to become defensive, take a minute before reacting at all. Take a deep breath, and give it a little thought. ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
145:Most people have died before they expire; died to all earthly longings, so that the last breath is only, as it were, the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion. ~ oliver-wendell-holmes-jr, @wisdomtrove
146:I been watchin' you, workin day and night, slavin so hard you barely have time to catch your breath. People do that for three reasons. Either they crazy, or stupid, or tryin' to forget. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
147:I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
148:To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow. ~ omar-khayyam, @wisdomtrove
149:I believe in a spiritual world - not as anything separate from this world - but as its innermost truth. With the breath we draw we must always feel this truth, that we are living in God. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove
150:and Mrs. Boffin sat staring at mid-air, and Mrs. Wilfer sat silently giving them to understand that every breath she drew required to be drawn with a self-denial rarely paralleled in history. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
151:For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
152:I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo. ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove
153:My heart skipped a beat and then flat-out tripped over itself and fell on its face. Then my heart stood up, brushed itself off, took a deep breath and announced: "I want a spiritual teacher. ~ elizabeth-gilbert, @wisdomtrove
154:The fact that I am standing there and washing bowls is a wondrous reality. I'm being completely myself, following my breath, conscious of my presence, and conscious of my thoughts and actions. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
155:[when asked about what he was most thankful about]: Being alive. After heart surgery, you dig that part. Breath, family and friends are just amazing. Just to have a second shot is pretty great! ~ robin-williams, @wisdomtrove
156:My resolve to die was not the whim of an hour. It was the ripe, sound fruit that had slowly grown to full size, lightly rocked by the winds of fate whose next breath would bring it to the ground. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove
157:Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are better things than words are, Actions mightier than boastings. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
158:Breath is the vehicle of consciousness and so, by its slow measured observation and distribution, we learn to tug our attention away from external desires toward a judicious, intelligent awareness. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
159:Freedom is not given to us by anyone; we have to cultivate it ourselves. It is a daily practice... No one can prevent you from being aware of each step you take or each breath in and breath out. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
160:Slow down. Talk less. When you can, do just one thing at a time. Reduce multitasking. Focus on your breath while doing daily activities. Simplify your life; give up lesser pleasures for greater ones. ~ rick-hanson, @wisdomtrove
161:Time is a keyhole... . We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do&
162:Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. Whenever your mind becomes scattered, use your breath as the means to take hold of your mind again. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
163:For like a poisonous breath over the fields, like a mass of locusts over Egypt, so the swarm of excuses is a general plaque, a ruinous infection among men, that eats off the sprouts of the Eternal. ~ soren-kierkegaard, @wisdomtrove
164:I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end. ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove
165:The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
166:Until you came along, I never knew how much I'd been missing. I never knew that a touch could be so meaningful or an expression so eloquent; I never knew that a kiss could literally take my breath awa ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
167:If you want the truth to go round the world you must hire an express train to pull it; but if you want a lie to go round the world it will fly; it is as light as a feather, and a breath will carry it. ~ charles-spurgeon, @wisdomtrove
168:And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being. ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove
169:Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
170:When by the flood of your tears the inner and outer have fused into one, you will find Her whom you sought with such anguish, nearer than the nearest, the very breath of life, the very core of every heart. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
171:Beyond drama and chaos, beyond anxiety and fear, lies a zone of endless peace and love. Let's all take a very deep breath, slow down for just a moment and remember this. That alone will open the door. ~ marianne-williamson, @wisdomtrove
172:Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded! ~ thomas-carlyle, @wisdomtrove
173:She squeezed my hand, and I drew a shaky breath, marveling at the fact that while on an ordinary leave in an ordinary place, I'd somehow fallen in love with an extraordinary girl named Savannaah Lynn Curtis. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
174:Take in a deep, slow breath. Let your attention stay on this breath. Hold the breath in for 5 seconds, then slowly exhale and pause for another 5 seconds at the end of the exhale. Repeat a few times if you like. ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
175:Right where you are is where you need to be. Don't fight it! Don't run away from it! Stand firm! Take a deep breath. And another. And another. Now, ask yourself: Why is this in my world? What do I need to see? ~ lyania-vanzant, @wisdomtrove
176:When by the flood of your tears, the inner and the outer have fused into One, you will find Her whom you sought with such anguish, nearer than the nearest, the very breath of life, the very core of every heart. ~ anandamayi-ma, @wisdomtrove
177:You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
178:A few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a fine golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple-green, and from that into the deep blue of the mid-heaven. ~ washington-irving, @wisdomtrove
179:To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one's lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available. ~ george-orwell, @wisdomtrove
180:Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away. ~ carl-sagan, @wisdomtrove
181:It can feel as if the entire body has dropped away or has become transparent, as if its substance were in some way erased. It can feel as if there is nothing but breath flowing freely across all the boundaries of the body. ~ jon-kabat-zinn, @wisdomtrove
182:When a person should be spoken with, and you don't speak with them, you lose them. When a person shouldn't be spoken with and you speak to them, you waste your breath. The wise do not lose people, nor do they waste their breath. ~ confucius, @wisdomtrove
183:Let us all dedicate our lives for the sake of the entire humanity. With every minute, every breath, every atom of our bodies we should repeat this mantra: dedication, dedication, giving, giving, loving, loving. ~ swami-satchidananda-saraswati, @wisdomtrove
184:The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove
185:The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
186:Most ideas are stillborn and need the breath of life injected into them through definite plans of immediate action. The time to nurse an idea is at the time of its birth. Every minute it lives gives it a better chance of surviving. ~ napoleon-hill, @wisdomtrove
187:And friends, dear friends,&
188:Most ideas are stillborn, and need the breath of life injected into them through definite plans of immediate action. The time to nurse an idea is at the time of its birth. Every minute it lives, gives it a better chance of surviving. ~ napoleon-hill, @wisdomtrove
189:She died&
190:Inspiration is finding something else that is divinely inspired (people, nature, amazing ideas), having that inspiration breathed into you (breath' is the root of inspiration'), and then taking action on it. Creating, doing, inspiring others. ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
191:That was Thorin's style. He was an important dwarf. If he had been allowed, he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath, without telling anyone there anything that was not known already. But he was rudely interrupted. ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
192:To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
193:Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
194:When you experience peace of soul, with each breath you are present to the fact that this is a divine moment, a moment to shine like you have never shone before, a moment to hold the whole world in your hands with a gentle thought and a kind heart. ~ debbie-ford, @wisdomtrove
195:And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. ~ francis-bacon, @wisdomtrove
196:I never know in advance what I will photograph,... I go out into the world and hope I will come across something that Imperatively interests me. I am addicted to the found object. I have no doubt that I will continue to make photographs till my last breath. ~ amsel-adams, @wisdomtrove
197:What would the world be like if people said whatever they were thinking, all the time, whenever it came to them? How long would a blind date last? About 13 seconds, I think. Oh, sorry, your rear end is too big. That's ok, your breath stinks anyway. See you later. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove
198:When you come home and notice everything you own has been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you-you hear it-you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around there’s nothing there. ~ stephen-king, @wisdomtrove
199:You are already everything you may hope to attain, so no effort of the will is necessary – even for the mind to come back to the breath – and no attainment is possible. You are already it. It is already here. Here is already everywhere, and now is already always. ~ jon-kabat-zinn, @wisdomtrove
200:Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. ~ oliver-goldsmith, @wisdomtrove
201:Yoga is an interior penetration leading to integration of being, senses, breath, mind, intelligence, consciousness, and Self. It is definitely an inward journey, evolution through involution, toward the Soul, which in turn desires to emerge and embrace you in its glory. ~ b-k-s-iyengar, @wisdomtrove
202:I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon; it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, time enough, let's say, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing! ~ henry-miller, @wisdomtrove
203:If I were to envy any persons on this planet, it would be mountain hermits. You often hear old platitudes such as, &
204:For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
205:Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. Every breath we take, every step we take, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity. The question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
206:Somewhere, out at the edges, the night / Is turning and the waves of darkness / Begin to brighten the shore of dawn... The heavy dark falls back to earth / And the freed air goes wild with light, / The heart fills with fresh, bright breath / And thoughts stir to give birth to colour ~ john-odonohue, @wisdomtrove
207:The mystery of life is so enormous it takes my breath away and leaves me speechless. It’s not some riddle I will one day unravel, but real magic to be marvelled at. It’s not a darkness my intellect can illuminate, but a dazzling radiance so splendid that my most brilliant ideas seem dull. ~ tim-freke, @wisdomtrove
208:It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
209:The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
210: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-watts, @wisdomtrove
211:As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or brush of bird, so the heart should carry its beaded words of thanksgiving; and at the first breath of heavenly flavor, let down the shower, perfumed with the heart's gratitude. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove
212:There is no passion more dominant and instinctive in the human spirit than the need of the country to which one belongs... . The time comes when nothing in the world is so important as a breath of one's own particular climate. If it were one's last penny it would be used for that return passage. ~ gertrude-stein, @wisdomtrove
214:Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval [tropical] forests, ... temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature. No one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body. ~ charles-darwin, @wisdomtrove
215:The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
216:Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
217:We must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation to the cosmos and the universe. The way is through daily ritual, andis an affair of the individual and the household, a ritual of dawn and noon and sunset, the ritual of the kindling fire and pouring water, the ritual of the first breath, and the last. ~ d-h-lawrence, @wisdomtrove
218:Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthers’ breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
219:In nature, nothing is at stand-still, everything pulsates, appears and disappears. Heart, breath, digestion, sleep and waking - birth and death everything comes and goes in waves. Rhythm, periodicity, harmonious alternation of extremes is the rule. No use rebelling against the very pattern of life. ~ sri-nisargadatta-maharaj, @wisdomtrove
220:I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud, and everything in nature, more beautiful and wonderful to me than I had ever found it yet. This was my first gain from my illness. How little I had lost, when the wide world was so full of delight for me. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
221:Life is so utterly mysterious it takes my breath away. Yet normally most of us go about our business as if being alive was nothing remarkable. We pretend we know what’s going on, when really we don’t. We act as if we understand what it is to be a human being, when actually it is an enormous enigma of mind-boggling proportions. ~ tim-freke, @wisdomtrove
222:But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap. He drew a deep breath. Well, I’m back,’ he said ~ j-r-r-tolkien, @wisdomtrove
223:We will eventually build space science labs and hotels, prodding the capability for missions beyond the orbit of the Earth. Our space-hotel guests will be able to take breath-taking excursions, flying a couple of hundred feet above the Moon's surface in small two-man spaceships. In time, we will launch missions to Mars and beyond. ~ richard-branson, @wisdomtrove
224:When I write to you, I feel your breath; when you read them, I imagine you feel mine. Is it that way with you too? These letters are part of us now, part of our history, a reminder forever that we made it through this time. Thank you for helping me survive this year, but more than that, thank you in advance for all the years to come. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
225:I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing. ~ william-somerset-maugham, @wisdomtrove
226:He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul. ~ emily-dickinson, @wisdomtrove
227:Never did I want to call the first time-out during a game. Never. I wanted UCLA to come out and run our opponents so hard that they would be forced to call the first time-out just to catch their breath. At that first time-out the opponents would know, and we would know that they knew, who was in better condition. This has a psychological impact. ~ john-wooden, @wisdomtrove
228:Nothing is more creative than death, since it has the whole secret of life. It means that the past must be abandoned, that the unknown cannot be avoided, that &
229:The breath of peace was fanning her glorious brow, her head was bowed a very little forward, and a tress, escaping from its bonds, fell by the side of her pure white temple, and close to her just opened lips; it hung there motionless! no breath disturbed its repose! She slept as an angel might sleep, having accomplished the mission of her God. ~ nathaniel-hawthorne, @wisdomtrove
230:like a river, like a watersnake crossing the water, and not like a chain of rugged mountains or the gallop of a horse. To master our breath is to be in control of our bodies and minds. Each time we find ourselves dispersed and find it difficult to gain control of ourselves by different means, the method of watching the breath should always be used. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
231:Failure is a few Errors in judgment repeated everyday. The man says, Well I didn't walk around the block today and it didn't kill me, so it must be okay. No, no, it is that kind of error in judgment that after six years has him out of breath and panting as he walks from his car to his office. You can't make those kinds of mistakes; it will end up costing you. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove
232:I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. "I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo! ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
233:I was reborn," she said, her hot breath brushing his ear. "You were reborn," Tengo said. "Because I died once." "You died once," Tengo repeated. "On a night when there was a cold rain falling," she said. "Why did you die?" "So I would be reborn like this." "You would be reborn," Tengo said. "More or less," she whispered quietly. "In all sorts of forms. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
234:Need-love says of a woman "I cannot live without her"; Gift-love longs to give her happiness, comfort, protection - if possible, wealth; Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
235:When you are still young and not yet adult, you want to hold everything in your own hands, but if you have your hands open toward prayer, you are able to stretch out your arms and let yourself be led without knowing where. You know only the freedom which God's breath has brought you will lead to new life, even if the cross is the only sign of it you can see. ~ henri-nouwen, @wisdomtrove
236:It helps to have a focus for your attention, an anchor line to tether you to the present moment and to guide you back when the mind wanders. The breath serves this purpose exceedingly well. It can be a true ally. Bringing awareness to our breathing, we remind ourselves that we are here now, so we might as well be fully awake for whatever is already happening. ~ jon-kabat-zinn, @wisdomtrove
237:Nature knows when to change seasons. Birds know when to migrate. The breath breathes itself, and the heart beats without effort. The heartbeat of the Universe sustains, maintains and unfolds according to its own rhythm. Life, in its most affirming state, is not about forcing anything but coming into sync with and surrendering to the natural rhythm of the Universe. ~ aimee-davies, @wisdomtrove
238:An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
239:Our breath is the most precious substance in our lives, and yet we totally take for granted when we exhale that our next breath will be there. If we did not take another breath, we would not last 3 minutes. Now if the Power that created us has given us enough breath to last for as long as we shall live, can we not trust that everything else we need will also be supplied? ~ louise-hay, @wisdomtrove
240:He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
241:If you will take me for your wife, Walter, I will love you dearly. If you will let me go with you, Walter, I will go to the world's end without fear. I can give up nothing for you - I have nothing to resign, and no one to forsake; but all my love and life shall be devoted to you, and with my last breath I will breathe your name to God if I have sense and memory left. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
242:For a man is a little lower than the angels, yet was made that he might become the companion of the Creative Forces; and thus was given&
243:I have never seen the sea quiet round Treasure Island. The sun might blaze overhead, the air be without a breath, the surface smooth and blue, but still these great rollers would be running along all the external coast, thundering and thundering by day and night; and I scarce believe there is one spot in the island where a man would be out of earshot of their noise. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove
244:Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. That same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. There-you can hear it, I'm sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (Thailand) ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove
245:Gratitude is the confidence in life itself... As gratitude grows it gives rise to joy. We experience the courage to rejoice in our own good fortune and in the good fortune of others... We can be joyful for people we love, for moments of goodness, for sunlight and trees, and for the very breath within our lungs. Like an innocent child, we can rejoice in life itself, in being alive. ~ jack-kornfield, @wisdomtrove
246:The large shiny black forehead of the first whale was no more than two yards from us when it sank beneath the surface of the water, then we saw the huge blue-black bulk glide quietly under the raft right beneath our feet. It lay there for some time, dark and motionless, and we held our breath as we looked down on the gigantic curved back of a mammal a good deal longer than the raft. ~ virginia-woolf, @wisdomtrove
247:Life is a constant process of limitless creation. It is about recreating Who You are, by remembering all you have always known, and choosing what you want to experience of your Self. Go therefore into this magnificent world of your creation and make your lifetime an extraordinary statement of and a breath-taking experience of the greatest idea that you have ever had of yourself. ~ neale-donald-walsch, @wisdomtrove
248:Flora, always tall, had grown to be very broad too, and short of breath; but that was not much. Flora, whom he had left a lily, had become a peony; but that was not much. Flora, who had seemed enchanting in all she said and thought, was diffuse and silly. That was much. Flora, who had been spoiled and artless long ago, was determined to be spoiled and artless now. That was a fatal blow. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
249:He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad‚ĶThe poem had done no ‚Äògood’ to anyone, but it was a passing reminder, a breath from the divine lips of beauty, a nightingale between two worlds of dust. Less explicit than the call to Krishna, it voiced our loneliness nevertheless, our isolation, our need for the Friend who never comes yet is not entirely disproved. ~ e-m-forster, @wisdomtrove
250:He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. He felt a kind of spark, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove
251:... I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire... I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove
252:You need the practice of mindfulness to bring your mind back to the body and establish yourself in the moment. If you are fully present, you need only make a step or take a breath in order to enter the kingdom of God. And once you have the kingdom, you don't need to run after objects of your craving, like power, fame, sensual pleasure, and so on. Peace is possible. Happiness is possible. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
253:The nephew revenges himself for this, by holding his breath and terrifying his kinswoman with the dread belief that he has made up his mind to burst. Regardless of whispers and shakes, he swells and becomes discoloured, and yet again swells and becomes discoloured, until the aunt can bear it no longer, but leads him out, with no visible neck, and with his eyes going before him like a prawn's. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
254:You are routinely separated from things you enjoy. And someday that separation will be permanent. Friends drift away, children leave home, careers end, and eventually your own final breath comes and goes. Everything that begins must also cease.Everything that comes together must also disperse. Experiences are thus incapable of being completely satisfying. They are an unreliable basis for true happiness. ~ rick-hanson, @wisdomtrove
255:What tender and devoted mother wouldn't be dismayed and ill with terror at her son's or daughter's stepping even one hair's breath off the beaten track. No, better let him be happy and live in comfort without originality, is what every mother thinks when she rocks the cradle. The only person among us who can fail to reach the general's rank is the original man - in other words, the man who won't be quiet. ~ fyodor-dostoevsky, @wisdomtrove
256:Loving-kindness for someone being born. Loving-kindness for someone dying. Your loving-kindness is flowing comfortably, perhaps in rhythm with the breath. Your loving-kindness is extending to all living beings on this earth. Wishing them all well. All kinds of animals, in the sea, on the earth, in the air: may they all be healthy and at ease. Wishing well to plants of all kinds: may they all be healthy and at ease. ~ rick-hanson, @wisdomtrove
257:Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new. Late have I loved you. You have called to me, and have called out, and have shattered my deafness. You have blazed forth with light and have put my blindness to flight! You have sent forth fragrance, and I have drawn in my breath, and I pant after you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst after you. You have touched me, and I have burned for your peace. ~ saint-augustine, @wisdomtrove
258:Our souls demand Purgatory, don't they? Would it not break the heart if God said to us, It is true, my son, that your breath smells and your rags drip with mud and slime, but we are charitable here and no one will upbraid you with these things, nor draw away from you. Enter into joy? Should we not reply, With submission, sir, and if there is no objection, I'd rather be cleansed first. It may hurt, you know-even so, sir. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove
259:If you do not know how to take care of yourself, and the violence in you, then you will not be able to take care of others. You must have love and patience before you can truly listen to your partner or child. If you are irritated you cannot listen. You have to know how to breath mindfully, embrace your irritation and transform it. Offer ONLY understand and compassion to your partner or child - This is the true practice of love. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
260:Love is all around you like the air and is the very breath of your being. But you cannot know it, feel its unfeeling touch, until you pause in your busy-ness, are still and poised and empty of your wanting and desiring. When at rest the air is easily offended and will flee even from the fanning of a leaf, as love flees from the first thought. But when the air or love moves of its own accord it is a hurricane that drives all before it. ~ barry-long, @wisdomtrove
261:His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
262:Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry. ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
263:Love wouldn't deny a breath. It wouldn't deny a  grain of sand or a speck of dust. It is totally in love with itself; and it delights in acknowledging itself  through its own presence, in every way, without limit. It embraces it all, everything from the murderer  and the rapist to the saint to the dog and cat. Love  is so vast within itself that it will burn you up. It's so vast that there's nothing you can do with it. All you  can do is be it. ~ byron-katie, @wisdomtrove
264:He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last weak breath. ~ franz-kafka, @wisdomtrove
265:To walk in money through the night crowd, protected by money, lulled by money, dulled by money, the crowd itself a money, the breath money, no least single object anywhere that is not money. Money, money everywhere and still not enough! And then no money, or a little money, or less money, or more money but money always money. and if you have money, or you don't have money, it is the money that counts, and money makes money, but what makes money make money? ~ henry-miller, @wisdomtrove
266:Life is truly a ride. We're all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind, he's ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometimes you put your arms up and scream, sometimes you just hang on to that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair's messed, you're out of breath, and you didn't throw up. ~ jerry-seinfeld, @wisdomtrove
267:You are not a helpless victim of your own thoughts, but rather a master of your mind. What do you need to let go of? Take a deep breath, relax, and say to yourself, &
268:Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don't even recognize that growth is happening... Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove
269:Pay attention to your body and mindset throughout the day. Notice any tightness.  When you do, do the following: 1. Visualize it dissipating. Just imagine the tightness floating out of you and into the air, dissolving into little bits and then being blown away by the breeze. 2. Go from tight to loose. 3. Breathe. Take in a deep, slow breath.    Smile. This transforms everything.  You can now approach any activity, any moment, with an attitude of relaxed enjoyment.  ~ leo-babauta, @wisdomtrove
270:The essence of motherhood is not restricted to women who have given birth; it is a principle inherent in both women and men. It is an attitude of the mind. It is love - and that love is the very breath of life. No one would say, &
271:I think," Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, "that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn't do. All that I might have been and couldn't be. All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed. ~ ursula-k-le-guin, @wisdomtrove
272:The reflection, the verisimilitude, of life that shines in the fleshly cells from the soul source is the only cause of man's attachment to his body; obviously he would not pay solicitous homage to a clod of clay. A human being falsely identifies himself with his physical form because the life currents from the soul are breath-conveyed into the flesh with such intense power that man mistakes the effect for a cause, and idolatrously imagines the body to have life of its own. ~ paramahansa-yogananda, @wisdomtrove
273:The factory of love encompasses all, but on some days, does it seem to be one of suffocation, squeezing its target too tightly? And on other days not tight enough? Or maybe that is the breath of a living love knowing when to protect, when to release, and when to protect again. For we are the products of an active love - the Father the creator, the Son the perfecter, the Spirit the supervisor - but just like in a factory, to deny the process is to ultimately create a defect of oneself. ~ criss-jami, @wisdomtrove
274:My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... She loves to sleep and sleep welcomes her. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove
275:It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove
276:He was sure that he was not the cause of the abrupt silence. His passage through the canyon had not previously disturbed either birds or cicadas. Something was out there. An intruder of which the ordinary forest creatures clearly did not approve. He took a deep breath and held it again, straining to hear the slightest movement in the woods. This time he detected the rustle of brush, a snapping twig, the soft crunch of dry leaves-and the unnervingly peculiar, heavy, ragged breathing of something big. ~ dean-koontz, @wisdomtrove
278:To be grateful is to recognize the Love of God in everything He has given us - and He has given us everything. Every breath we draw is a gift of His love, every moment of existence is a grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him. Gratitude therefore takes nothing for granted, is never unresponsive, is constantly awakening to new wonder and to praise of the goodness of God. For the grateful person knows that God is good, not by hearsay but by experience. And that is what makes all the difference. ~ thomas-merton, @wisdomtrove
279:Your experience is not separate from what you are any more than a dream is separate from the dreamer. Consciously be the presence of awareness and embrace your experience of this moment with love and acceptance. Consciously be the presence of awareness, witnessing and appreciating the feeling of your breath rising and falling.   Consciously be the presence of awareness, witnessing and appreciating what you are seeing.   Consciously be the presence of awareness, witnessing and appreciating what you are hearing. ~ tim-freke, @wisdomtrove
280:Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open out under the sky. Before we devised artificial lights and atmospheric pollution and modern forms of nocturnal entertainment we watched the stars. There were practical calendar reasons of course but there was more to it than that. Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away. ~ carl-sagan, @wisdomtrove
281:On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my day been caught in the palm of a female hand by the crown, have been violently scrubbed from the neck to the roots of the hair as a purification for the Temple, and have then been carried off highly charged with saponaceous electricity, to be steamed like a potato in the unventilated breath of the powerful Boanerges Boiler and his congregation, until what small mind I had, was quite steamed out of me ~ charles-dickens, @wisdomtrove
282:thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth, And let thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove
283:Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath. Breathe in deeply to bring your mind home to your body. Then look at, or think of, the person triggering this emotion: with mindfulness, you can see that they are unhappy and suffering. You can see their wrong perceptions. You'll feel motivated by a desire to say or do something to help the other person suffer less. This means compassionate energy has been born in your heart. And when compassion appears, anger is deleted. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove
284:When Vanity kissed Vanity, a hundred happy Junes ago, he pondered o'er her breathlessly, and, that all men might ever know, he rhymed her eyes with life and death: "Thru Time I'll save my love!" he said. . . yet Beauty vanished with his breath, and, with her lovers, she was dead. . . -Ever his wit and not her eyes, ever his art and not her hair: "Who'd learn a trick in rhyme, be wise and pause before his sonnet there". . . So all my words, however true, might sing you to a thousandth June, and no one ever know that you were Beauty for an afternoon. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove
285:Billy covered his head with his blanket. He always covered his head when his mother came to see him in the mental ward - always got much sicker until she went away. It wasn’t that she was ugly, or had bad breath or a bad personality. She was a perfectly nice, standard-issue, brown-haired, white woman with a high school education. She upset Billy simply by being his mother. She made him feel embarrassed and ungrateful and weak because she had gone through so much trouble to give him life, and to keep that life going, and Billy didn’t really like life at all. ~ kurt-vonnegut, @wisdomtrove
286:When I directly view, say, a great Van Gogh, I am reminded of what all superior art has in common: the capacity to simply take your breath away. To literally, actually, make you inwardly gasp, at least for that second or two when the art first hits you, or more accurately, first enters your being: you swoon a little bit, you are slightly stunned, you are open to perceptions that you had not seen before. Sometimes, of course, it is much quieter than that: the work seeps into your pores gently, and yet you are changed somehow, maybe just a little, maybe a lot; but you are changed. ~ ken-wilber, @wisdomtrove
287:My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness - if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor - but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
288:Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever - or else swoon in death. ~ john-keats, @wisdomtrove
289:Relax and steady the mind, focusing on the breath. Pick a situation in which you feel someone has wronged you. Be mindful of your reactions to this person, especially the deeper ones. Scan yourself for any ill will. Now reflect on some of the various causes—the ten thousand things—that have led this person to act in the way that he has. Consider biologically based factors affecting him, like pain, age, innate temperament, or intelligence. Consider the realities of his life: race, gender, class, job, responsibilities, daily stresses. Consider whatever you know about his childhood. Consider major events in his life as an adult. Consider his mental processes, personality, values, fears, hot buttons, hopes, and dreams. Consider his parents in light of whatever you know or can reasonably guess about them; consider, too, the factors that may have shaped their lives. Reflect on the historical events and other upstream forces that have formed the river of causes flowing through his life today. Look inside yourself again. Do you feel any differently now about him? Do you feel any differently about yourself? ~ rick-hanson, @wisdomtrove
290:She tried to tear herself away from him. The effort broke against his arms that had not felt it. Her fists beat against his shoulders, against his face. He moved one had, took her two wrists, pinned them behind her, under his arm, wrenching her shoulder blades. She twisted her head back. She felt his lips on her breast. She tore herself free…She fought like an animal. But she made no sound. She did not call for help. She heard the echoes of her blows in a gasp of his breath, and she knew that it was a gasp of pleasure…She felt the hatred and his hands; his hands moving over her body, the hands that broke granite. She fought the last convulsion. Then the sudden pain shot up, through her body, to her throat, and she screamed. Then she laid still. It was an act that could be performed in tenderness, as a seal of love, or in contempt, as a symbol of humiliation and conquest. It could be an act of a lover or the act of a soldier violating an enemy woman. He did it as an act of scorn. Not as love, but as defilement. And this made her still and submit…the act of a master taking shameful , contemptuous possession of her was the kind of rapture she had wanted… ~ ayn-rand, @wisdomtrove

*** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***

1:Time is breath. ~ George Gurdjieff,
2:blew out a breath. The ~ Cari Quinn,
3:asked under his breath ~ Phil Knight,
4:breath and caught the ~ John le Carr,
5:Joni took a deep breath, ~ Lucy Score,
6:Breath is life in ~ Erica Bauermeister,
7:You took my breath away. ~ Cherrie Lynn,
8:breath—the last thing ~ Elin Hilderbrand,
9:I drew a deepish breath. ~ P G Wodehouse,
10:Time is our present breath. ~ Ajahn Chah,
11:BREATH IS LIFE. ~ William Walker Atkinson,
12:Coffee gives me bad breath. ~ Norah Jones,
13:And the breath of all mankind? ~ Anonymous,
14:his breath smelling of turkey. ~ M N Forgy,
15:The winds are out of breath. ~ John Dryden,
16:Breath is the king of mind. ~ B K S Iyengar,
17:last breath of daylight—and ~ Sierra Simone,
18:Take a deep breath and give up ~ Bo Burnham,
19:There is Life in every breath. ~ Tom Cruise,
20:We live and breath words. ~ Cassandra Clare,
21:Each breath of air a world ~ David Foenkinos,
22:In every breath, hope abides. ~ Jay Kristoff,
23:Poetry is the breath of beauty. ~ Leigh Hunt,
24:Anarchy took its first breath. ~ Nalini Singh,
25:breath, and all it had gotten was ~ Lee Child,
26:Every breath is a resurrection. ~ Gregory Orr,
27:Every breath taken in by the man ~ Robert Bly,
28:I take a breath when I have to. ~ Ethel Merman,
29:I took a rant-sized breath. ~ Scott Westerfeld,
30:Let the breath lead the way. ~ Sharon Salzberg,
31:Breath play is not my scene at all. ~ E L James,
32:"Death is as close as our breath." ~ Ajahn Chah,
33:Letting the last breath come. ~ Stephen Levine,
34:Every breath you take is a step towards death. ~,
35:Life is breath. Breath is life. ~ Sakyong Mipham,
36:Space is the breath of art. ~ Frank Lloyd Wright,
37:Every breath I take is for you. ~ Natasha Madison,
38:He's been like a fresh of breath air. ~ Roy Keane,
39:Smile, breath, and go slowly.”   If ~ Leo Babauta,
40:The soul lives there in the silent breath. ~ Rumi,
41:A breath of Paris preserves the soul. ~ Victor Hugo,
42:A man is nothing but breath and shadow. ~ Sophocles,
43:Have you ever heard the earth breath? ~ Kate Chopin,
44:his breath a zephyr against her throat. ~ Anonymous,
45:Trust to a plank, draw precarious breath, ~ Juvenal,
46:affectionate exasperated breath I knew ~ Donna Tartt,
47:A human being is only breath and shadow. ~ Sophocles,
48:A man's life breath cannot come back again-- ~ Homer,
49:Keep your breath to cool your porridge’; ~ Anonymous,
50:keep your breath to cool your porridge ~ Jane Austen,
51:Beautify your breath - beautify your life. ~ Amit Ray,
52:Beautify your breath – beautify your life. ~ Amit Ray,
53:Every breath you take and every move you make ~ Sting,
54:I do want you. More than my next breath. ~ Katie Reus,
55:Love is God’s breath,” I whispered. ~ Vanessa Fewings,
56:pulled in a breath and then told him ~ Kristen Ashley,
57:The breath of the mind is attention. ~ Joseph Joubert,
58:in a quick breath and let it out to clear ~ Cari Quinn,
59:Just take a breath and see what happens. ~ Donna Karan,
60:Mike’s breath caught, as if on a thorn. ~ Stephen King,
61:The leaden sky seemed to hold its breath. ~ Eowyn Ivey,
62:To waste one's breath; to pump into a sieve. ~ Plautus,
63:A squalid phantasmagoria of breath ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
64:Dark the Night, with breath all flowers, ~ George Eliot,
65:Death is so close, always, a breath away ~ Harlan Coben,
66:Enthusiasm is the breath of genius. ~ Benjamin Disraeli,
67:Hark, how hard he fetches breath. ~ William Shakespeare,
68:I can smell the sin on your breath. ~ Flannery O Connor,
69:With every breath, I'm deeper in you. ~ Madonna Ciccone,
70:Words to deeds cold breath gives. ~ William Shakespeare,
71:You're never promised your next breath. ~ Lenny Kravitz,
72:Truth is scary. Truth has bad breath at times ~ Ram Dass,
73:You are so close I want to breath you in. ~ Truth Devour,
74:And when I breathed, my breath was lightning. ~ Black Elk,
75:Deep breath ... I am peaceful, I am strong. ~ Jewel E Ann,
76:I felt the breath of God go cold on my skin. ~ Leah Price,
77:That breath that you just took, that's a gift! ~ Rob Bell,
78:Why do I crave you like my very breath? ~ Jennifer Probst,
79:With eye and hand and breath and will. ~ Ursula K Le Guin,
80:You look like the first breath of spring, ~ Iris Johansen,
81:Your breath
falls around me
like dew ~ Walt Whitman,
82:And when I breathed, my breath was lightning. ~ Black Elk,
83:Expect temptation to your last breath. ~ Anthony the Great,
84:Her breath caught in her throat. No, she ~ Nicholas Sparks,
85:I hope his breath wasn't too bad for 'Bron.' ~ Paul George,
86:It is nothing but a breath, the void. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,
87:Rehabilitate the germs that cause bad breath. ~ Marc Price,
88:She breathes hot hawk breath in my face. ~ Helen Macdonald,
89:The delicious breath of rain was in the air. ~ Kate Chopin,
90:Tic Tacs are the maracas of breath mints. ~ Demetri Martin,
91:He still wanted her more than his next breath… ~ Katie Reus,
92:I inhale hope with every breath I take. ~ Sharon Kay Penman,
93:Liberty is the breath of progress. ~ Robert Green Ingersoll,
94:Vampires probably don't have great breath. ~ Demetri Martin,
95:A Breath of love can take you all the way to infinity ~ Rumi,
96:be. It takes your breath away,” she said in ~ Danielle Steel,
97:but he reserved his breath, or a soul, for you. ~ Max Lucado,
98:Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils. ~ Isaiah,
99:Every breath is a risk. Love is why we breathe ~ Lisa Genova,
100:Garlic as fresh and sweet as a baby's breath. ~ Nigel Slater,
101:He drew in her scent. Her breath smelled of ~ David Baldacci,
102:Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain ~ John McCrae,
103:The words were low, more shape than breath. ~ Elizabeth Bear,
104:Thy breath is like the steame of apple-pyes. ~ Robert Greene,
105:To breath the air of Paris preserves the soul. ~ Victor Hugo,
106:. . . you may think I waste my breath ~ William Butler Yeats,
107:Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath. ~ John Green,
108:I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath ~ Dante Alighieri,
109:I would give my last breath to be with you. ~ Victoria Ashley,
110:Mrs. Norris hitched a breath and went on again. ~ Jane Austen,
111:Poetry and art are the breath of life to her. ~ Edith Wharton,
112:The breath that sharpens life is life itself. ~ Philip Larkin,
113:You could of heard a spider sip a breath. ~ Peter Matthiessen,
114:He let out a breath I didn't see he was holding.. ~ Kiera Cass,
115:It freshens your breath and helps prevent tartar. ~ Mel Gibson,
116:I wanted to kiss your lips and share your breath, ~ A G Howard,
117:Life is...the moments that take your breath away. ~ Will Smith,
118:Our lives can change with every breath we take. ~ Billie Letts,
119:So long as there is breath in me, I will persist. ~ Og Mandino,
120:Spare your breath to cool your porridge. ~ Miguel de Cervantes,
121:There were great big shrugs of breath of him... ~ Markus Zusak,
122:Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath. ~ Suheir Hammad,
123:Another term for balloon is bad breath holder. ~ Demetri Martin,
124:Every time we draw our breath we suck in mercy. ~ Thomas Watson,
125:Liberty is the breath of life to nations. ~ George Bernard Shaw,
126:Our attention to each breath keeps us in the now. ~ Tara Stiles,
127:The body is solid material wrapped around the breath ~ Ida Rolf,
128:Truly to sing, that is a different breath. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,
129:... What is God?
He is the breath inside the breath. ~ Kabir,
130:Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits. ~ Rumi,
131:a friend. is someone who supports your breath. ~ Nayyirah Waheed,
132:Although only breath, words which I speak are immortal. ~ Sappho,
133:Fear is excitement without the breath. ~ Frederick Salomon Perls,
134:He (man) is both dust of earth and breath of God. ~ Billy Graham,
135:He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. ~ B J Daniels,
136:His breath smelled like bananas and moldy feet. ~ Peter Lerangis,
137:Inhaling, I am ignited with the first breath of freedom ~ Poppet,
138:I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding ~ Tomi Adeyemi,
139:No,” she whispered, still short of breath. “You gave ~ J S Scott,
140:Reading [John] Calvin is a breath of fresh air. ~ Oliver D Crisp,
141:released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding ~ Aja James,
142:The dead river of its breath would wash over him. ~ Stephen King,
143:We live and breath words"
- Will Herondale ~ Cassandra Clare,
144:What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath. ~ Alexander Pope,
145:You still love her.”
“More than my next breath. ~ Abbi Glines,
146:Although only breath, words which I speak are immortal. ~ Sappho,
147:A mouth that has no moisture and no breath ~ William Butler Yeats,
148:Be prepared to have the breath knocked out of you. ~ Ben Brantley,
149:But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. ~ William Shakespeare,
150:Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath. ~ John Waite,
151:He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said. ~ J R R Tolkien,
152:He took a deep breath that whispered into his lungs. ~ Robin Hobb,
153:Knowledge is taken from breath, not lives in a book ~ Hamza Yusuf,
154:O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out ~ William Shakespeare,
155:There goes the meanest man ever God blew breath into ~ Harper Lee,
156:(air kisses, baby/air kisses/follow my breath) ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
157:Although only breath, words which I command are immortal. ~ Sappho,
158:expected—"  He inhaled a deep breath.  "We only ~ Karen Rose Smith,
159:Good manners and bad breath will get you nowhere. ~ Elvis Costello,
160:His breath made the trash outside smell delectable. ~ Tim Marquitz,
161:Ideology is like breath: you never smell your own. ~ Joan Robinson,
162:Letting the mind control the vital breath is called force. ~ Laozi,
163:My next startling discovery: flaming breath is hot. ~ Rick Riordan,
164:passing bars belching beer breath through open doors ~ Jane Thynne,
165:Rin let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. ~ R F Kuang,
166:Sanctimonious asshole,” Vic muttered under his breath. ~ Beth Kery,
167:Write what will stop your breath if you don’t write. ~ Grace Paley,
168:A gust of breath left him. Nïx, you beautiful bitch. ~ Kresley Cole,
169:Christ's breath, how do you even have the wit to live? ~ Sara Poole,
170:Don't bait your breath. That's bad for your health. ~ David Gilmour,
171:He needed to taste her like he needed his next breath. ~ Katie Reus,
172:He wiped sweat from his brow, drew a shaky breath. ~ Steven Erikson,
173:I took a breath. “He’s developing a technology to ~ Jeannette Walls,
174:She was holding her breath, waiting to start living. ~ Linda Howard,
175:That’s life: starting over, one breath at a time. ~ Sharon Salzberg,
176:The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute? ~ Rumi,
177:took her breath away with the Julian-ness of him. ~ Cassandra Clare,
178:You can make a fresh start with your final breath. ~ Bertolt Brecht,
179:Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph. ~ Paul Val ry,
180:Do unsavory armpits and bad breath make you angry? ~ Marcus Aurelius,
181:Edinburgh has history the way cats have bad breath. ~ Charles Stross,
182:Fear is excitement without breath.’ ROBERT HELLER ~ Rebecca Campbell,
183:Her quickened breath was the very affirmation of life. ~ William Gay,
184:His gentle breath caresses my lips as he says the word. I ~ Susan Ee,
185:I ache to cry... ache so much, it takes my breath away. ~ A G Howard,
186:let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
187:Maxon let out a breath I didn’t realize he was holding. ~ Kiera Cass,
188:moaned his final breath into the imitation Oriental. ~ Dennis Lehane,
189:paused to take another breath. “And taking these worries ~ Susan May,
190:Stop trusting in man, who has but a breath in his nostrils. ~ Isaiah,
191:The soul needs attention like the body needs to breath. ~ Ray Davies,
192:A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it. ~ Ovid,
193:As long as we can still draw breath, there’s hope, ~ Brian D Anderson,
194:Calming himself, he drew in a long breath and reminded ~ Lisa Jackson,
195:Each breath is transforming me into thine image. ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti,
196:Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life. ~ Truman Capote,
197:His breath is cool and fresh in the crisp morning air. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
198:I’m so afraid I’m not worth the breath you gave me… ~ Rebecca Donovan,
199:Shove it up your ass and make a breath mint out of it! ~ Kim Harrison,
200:Travis let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. ~ Tessa Bailey,
201:When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing. ~ Adi Shankara,
202:I’ll remember this kiss till my very last breath ~ Ree Drummond,
203:It only takes one breath to return to your true home ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
204:Light heat all known all white heart breath no sound. ~ Samuel Beckett,
205:Never buy anything from someone who is out of breath. ~ Burton Malkiel,
206:Serpent-Breath was in my hand and anger in my soul. ~ Bernard Cornwell,
207:Survival is staying alive one breath at a time. p. 251 ~ Frank Herbert,
208:The rhythm of breath may have been our first language. ~ Daryl Gregory,
209:When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing. ~ Adi Shankara,
210:Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast. ~ Sting,
211:You are the butter to my bread,and the breath to my life ~ Julia Child,
212:As long as you have breath in your body, there’s hope. ~ Janice Cantore,
213:Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it. ~ Amelia Atwater Rhodes,
214:Breath Properly, Stay Curious, and Always Eat Your Beets! ~ Tom Robbins,
215:Everything you need to know about life is in one breath. ~ Dewitt Jones,
216:Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, 'He's a retired star. ~ C S Lewis,
217:haunches and examined her chest. She held her breath, ~ Sharon Hamilton,
218:Her beauty took one’s breath away, like a sudden pain. ~ Cornelia Funke,
219:I couldn't look at you and breath at the same time. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
220:I say something decidedly ungentlemanly under my breath. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
221:Nobody wants to work. Not even the breath wants to work. ~ H W L Poonja,
222:poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge ~ William Wordsworth,
223:Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath. ~ Aristophanes,
224:Take a Deep Breath & Focus on What's Really Important. ~ Wayne Dyer,
225:The OMFG-Spot,” I say under my breath, giggling softly. ~ Ainsley Booth,
226:The past is no further away than the last breath you took. ~ Robin Hobb,
227:True singing is a different breath, about nothing. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke,
228:Anxiety is a deep conscious breath away from dissolving. ~ Michael Dolan,
229:Every breath we take as human beings damages the planet. ~ Kevin McCloud,
230:I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with summer. ~ Natasha Solomons,
231:Never buy anything from someone who is out of breath. ~ Burton G Malkiel,
232:Nothing can be delicious when you are holding your breath. ~ Anne Lamott,
233:Podo sucked in a breath. “Fangs!” he said. “Follow me! ~ Andrew Peterson,
234:Prayer is “Gods breath in man returning to his birth. ~ Timothy J Keller,
235:She stole his breath now, and he had no breath to spare. ~ Susan Dennard,
236:So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist. ~ Og Mandino,
237:Until the day I die, I will love you with my last breath. ~ Rebecca Shea,
238:being raped back into life by the woman’s stinking breath. ~ Stephen King,
239:Every breath is a giveaway dance between you and the plants. ~ Susun Weed,
240:Execution halts your breath, helter skelter spiral death. ~ Ozzy Osbourne,
241:He loved her so much that it almost took his breath away. ~ Gaston Leroux,
242:He’s a breath stealer, a thought hog, and a pussy nagger. ~ Kelly Gendron,
243:Hesiod might as well have kept his breath to cool his pottage. ~ Plutarch,
244:I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
245:I'll take your breath any way you give it to me, Shura. ~ Paullina Simons,
246:It kicks the breath out of me, kicks bright light into me. ~ Jandy Nelson,
247:moment,” Claire whispered under her breath. She forgot that ~ M L Gardner,
248:Ron!’ Hermione was just behind him, slightly out of breath. ~ J K Rowling,
249:Since you've been gone, I can breath for the first time. ~ Kelly Clarkson,
250:That’s queer,” I ejaculated suddenly beneath my breath. ~ Agatha Christie,
251:When you feel stuck in reverse, take a breath and let go. ~ Judith Orloff,
252:With every breath I take, I will always love you. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
253:Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal ~ Sappho,
254:Communication is to relationships what breath is to life. ~ Virginia Satir,
255:From life to life, from breath to breath, we remember Elinor. ~ Malinda Lo,
256:I am the hole on the flute that Gods breath flows through. ~ Eckhart Tolle,
257:I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. ~ Victoria Aveyard,
258:Let honesty be as the breath of thy soul. Benjamin Franklin ~ Laura Frantz,
259:Quiet, deep breath after any prayer is another form of Amen. ~ Anne Lamott,
260:She reads books like one would breath air to fill up and live. ~ Anonymous,
261:Take a deep breath and do the difficult thing first. ~ Mary Anne Radmacher,
262:The quality of our breath expresses our inner feelings. ~ T K V Desikachar,
263:Communication is the breath or death of any relationship ~ Rasheed Ogunlaru,
264:hands behind his head. He took another deep breath. The whore ~ Jane Smiley,
265:I can't sleep,I can't but when all else fails I just breath. ~ Pamela Moore,
266:I don't feel the breath of a thousand people over my shoulder. ~ Mike White,
267:If it doesn't take your breath away, make a bigger wish. ~ Stephen Richards,
268:If you save your breath, I feel like a man you can manage. ~ Clint Eastwood,
269:life can end in less time than it takes to draw one breath. ~ Bill O Reilly,
270:Music is what I breath, what I love to do. It keeps me alive. ~ Miley Cyrus,
271:Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them. ~ Albert Camus,
272:She blew out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. ~ Laura Kaye,
273:The breath of life of the Senate is, of course, continuity, ~ Robert A Caro,
274:The sheer improbability of your existence took my breath away. ~ Robin Hobb,
275:What wind there was died to a breath they could barely feel. ~ Peter Heller,
276:When your last breath arrives, Grammar can do nothing. ~ Adi Shankaracharya,
277:Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine. ~ Donna Lynn Hope,
278:Everybody who tells you how to act has whisky on their breath. ~ John Updike,
279:Every breath of air we take is coming from the ocean. ~ Jean Michel Cousteau,
280:I had a thought."
"God help us," Ty said under his breath. ~ Abigail Roux,
281:Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. ~ George Carlin,
282:My mouth fell open and my breath blew out in a sharp gust. ~ Stephenie Meyer,
283:Serpent-Breath was famous...Wasp-Sting, short and lethal. ~ Bernard Cornwell,
284:The magnificent strength of Ella Cahill took his breath away. ~ Dana Mentink,
285:The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips. ~ Markus Zusak,
286:Vibration is the core of the spirit. It is the breath of life. ~ Suzy Kassem,
287:...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours. ~ Andr Breton,
288:A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. ~ William Shakespeare,
289:As leaves move in the wind, your mind moves with your breath. ~ B K S Iyengar,
290:Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath. ~ John Updike,
291:Every time another review comes out I let out a deep breath. ~ Michael Chabon,
292:How loud a heart could beat. Until it took your breath away. ~ Cornelia Funke,
293:My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die. ~ Ally Carter,
294:my breath literally caught in my chest. I had never seen anyone, ~ Lane Hayes,
295:One breath at a time is an acceptable plan, she tells herself. ~ Ani DiFranco,
296:She held her breath in one hand and her suitcase in the other. ~ Ruta Sepetys,
297:The breath of dying lilies haunted the twilight air. ~ Edna St Vincent Millay,
298:Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath. ~ William Shakespeare,
299:Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation. ~ Anne Lamott,
300:We all draw breath and life from the same source of creation. ~ Bryant McGill,
301:why when death approaches, does the world hold its breath ~ Penelope Fletcher,
302:...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours. ~ Andre Breton,
303:Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits. - ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
304:Between one breath and the next, your whole world can change. ~ Marie Bostwick,
305:Did you love her, Luc?”
“With every breath I take. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
306:How can I? Tut, don’t I know?” she added in the same breath, ~ Charles Dickens,
307:I'm an Indian-origin painter. I will remain so to my last breath. ~ M F Husain,
308:I will help to my last breath the woman I have loved so dearly. ~ Thomas Hardy,
309:My Dolly . . . mine. Her smell. Her taste. Her breath. Her pussy ~ Tillie Cole,
310:There is hope all around us-in every breath, in every raindrop. ~ Wesley Banks,
311:Tis breath thou lackest, and that breath wilt thou lose. ~ William Shakespeare,
312:Between one breath and the next, your whole world can change. ~ Marie Bostwick,
313:Can you gather your vital breath and yet be tender like a newborn baby? ~ Laozi,
314:Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless. ~ Mary E Pearson,
315:Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. ~ Rumi,
316:He sucked in a breath like he had a hole in his chest. “Something ~ Ann Aguirre,
317:Savor your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath. ~ Nando Parrado,
318:The best part about life is that it exists till your last breath. ~ Shikha Kaul,
319:The building itself almost appeared to be holding its breath. ~ Haruki Murakami,
320:Theo: He’s telling everyone you’re “like a breath of fresh air. ~ Julie Buxbaum,
321:We are none of us promised anything but the last breath we take. ~ Tad Williams,
322:You're my breath, my light, the one my heart flies towards. ~ Jessica Brockmole,
323:A punch of erotic adrenaline took the breath right out of him … ~ Juliette Cross,
324:Clary let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. ~ Cassandra Clare,
325:Don’t hold your breath, Gage . I might not even come home tonight. ~ Gemma James,
326:Eyes on me, baby,” he commanded on a harsh breath. “always on me! ~ Raine Miller,
327:I closed my eyes, held my breath and then everything went black. ~ Richard Petty,
328:I could fall into him in a blink and lose myself in him in a breath. ~ C D Reiss,
329:May our twilights mix together
like breath and breathlessness. ~ Sanober Khan,
330:Prayer is indeed the Christian’s vital breath and native air. ~ J Oswald Sanders,
331:Savour your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath. ~ Nando Parrado,
332:Sunlight is like the breath of life to the pomp of autumn. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne,
333:Tatia, let me take care of you.” He stopped and took a breath. ~ Paullina Simons,
334:The house is still, like the breath has been punched out of it. ~ Mary E Pearson,
335:To take a breath of water: does the thought panic or excite you? ~ Maggie Nelson,
336:With life as short as a half taken breath, don't plant anything but love. ~ Rumi,
337:With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love. ~ Rumi,
338:Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath. ~ Mary Szybist,
339:And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came. ~ Truman Capote,
340:Angel-bright, life-in-death; get off the road, don't suck my breath. ~ Harper Lee,
341:Before you complain today, be grateful you have breath to complain with. ~ LeCrae,
342:bravest. Who will lie on her back and let her last breath curl up ~ Anthony Doerr,
344:Every breath is a risk. Love is why we breathe.” –Katie O’Brien She ~ Lisa Genova,
345:-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy. ~ Edgar Allan Poe,
346:forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
347:Great talkers do not stop for breath, and never look at the clock. ~ Mason Cooley,
348:May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest. ~ Charles Lamb,
349:She held her breath in one hand and her suitcase in the other. The ~ Ruta Sepetys,
350:The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand. ~ Francis Bacon,
351:Tony let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
352:With every breath, the possibility of a new aspect of self arises. ~ Wayne Muller,
353:A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath. ~ Stephenie Meyer,
354:A nation without a religion - that is like a man without breath. ~ Joseph Goebbels,
355:And I’ll cherish her like the gift she is until I draw my last breath. ~ J Daniels,
356:Azkaban?” Crouch took a deep, shuddering breath, then began to speak ~ J K Rowling,
357:Breath the words and they will come to life; as of words of magic ~ Cornelia Funke,
358:Calmness is the living breath of God's immortality in you. ~ Paramahansa Yogananda,
359:Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. ~ H l ne Cixous,
360:Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But her eyes look breathless ~ Mary E Pearson,
361:Folks, this is perfect weather for today's game. Not a breath of air. ~ Curt Gowdy,
362:Golly," Peabody said under her breath, "it's the great and powerful Oz. ~ J D Robb,
363:Heaven is real and hell is real, and eternity is but a breath away. ~ Billy Graham,
364:He was holding his breath so as not to inhale the odor of democracy. ~ Henry James,
365:I can't be friends with a man who blows hot and cold with the same breath. ~ Aesop,
366:knowing when she was being foolish. Taking a deep breath, she gathered ~ Anonymous,
367:Meditation is to understand that one breath, which connects all beings. ~ Amit Ray,
368:My love simply greater than you always. Your each breath cuts me. ~ Mahatma Gandhi,
369:never a good time for news like that.” She took a deep breath. “If the ~ Ginny Dye,
370:The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness ~ Michael Chabon,
371:You do more than help. You’re the reason I take my next breath. ~ Lisa Renee Jones,
372:A gun is like breath to a drowning man--it has to be drawn in haste. ~ James M Cain,
373:Because I’d wanted to touch him more than I’d wanted my next breath. ~ Sarina Bowen,
374:Do you mind if I sit back a little? Because your breath is very bad. ~ Donald Trump,
375:Even with dirt on her face and dress, she took his breath away. ~ Melanie Dickerson,
376:Every breath reminds us about our connection with the infinite Universe. ~ Amit Ray,
377:Every breath you take today should be with someone else in mind. ~ Elizabeth Taylor,
378:Give me agony or give me death,
I'll take thy heart as eternal breath ~ Nely Cab,
379:Her soft pink lips, her sweet breath . . . oh, how my soul beckons hers. ~ Nely Cab,
380:I felt the worry start to snatch at my breath when I finished talking. ~ John Green,
381:Receptionist also added super-breath when I offered her twenty bucks. ~ Mark Millar,
382:Sit. You’ve just been soundly kissed. No doubt you’re short of breath. ~ A G Howard,
383:sweat-soaked sheets. His heart racing, his breath quick and rough, ~ Monique Martin,
384:The beauty of the earth is but a breath, and man is but a shadow. ~ Charles Dickens,
385:There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes. ~ Margaret Fuller,
386:This one is all mine, and it’s breath-taking. She’s so unique. Perfect. ~ Ker Dukey,
387:What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind's breath? ~ Homer,
388:When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly. ~ Sappho,
389:Who can have a better right to us than he that gives us our breath? ~ Thomas Watson,
390:Words began to feel as weightless as the breath that carried them. ~ Paul Kalanithi,
391:You're mine. I'll fight for you until the last breath leaves my body. ~ Kate Benson,
392:A bad mood is like bad breath. Both are wrong to inflict onto others ~ Dennis Prager,
393:Abby, take a breath. I like you. I like the kids. I like ice cream. ~ Claudia Connor,
394:As long as I draw breath and am able, I won't give up practicing philosophy. ~ Plato,
395:Best while you have it use your breath, There is no drinking after death. ~ Dario Fo,
396:Breath is the finest gift of nature. Be grateful for this wonderful gift. ~ Amit Ray,
397:He thought she didn't love him? She loved him like her next breath. ~ Julie Brannagh,
398:Hope is like a balloon, always just a breath away from being deflated ~ Jodi Picoult,
399:I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you. ~ Jean Paul Sartre,
400:In my dream, I have hands,” Walter repeated softly under his breath. ~ Christa Faust,
401:In the beat of a heart, the suck of a breath, you are the universe. ~ Normandi Ellis,
402:I want to entertain people. That's my whole life. To my last breath. ~ Elvis Presley,
403:Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it. ~ Cecelia Ahern,
404:My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do? ~ Marni Mann,
405:Never honor the gods in one breath and take the gods for fools the next. ~ Sophocles,
406:...she took a breath that didn't feel like she was going to die. ~ Catherine Coulter,
407:The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care. ~ Larry Niven,
408:When his thumb found her mouth, the breath shivered in her throat. ~ Katherine Arden,
409:With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart. ~ Rumi,
410:You used," he said, and then took a sharp breath, "to call me Augustus. ~ John Green,
411:4The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life. ~ Anonymous,
412:Fame is but the breath of people, and that often unwholesome. ~ Jean Jacques Rousseau,
413:I breath wrestling. It's in my blood. I have kind of a confidence when I walk. ~ Kane,
414:It is as true as breath. It is as important as the words of children. ~ Craig Childs,
415:It is cut, polished; for a breath, it passes between the hands of men ~ Anthony Doerr,
416:Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
417:Meeting her was like taking a deep breath for the first time in years, ~ Lisa Kleypas,
418:The sun loved the moon so much, He died every night just to let her breath. ~ Unknown,
419:All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
420:But never close the door. As long as she has breath, she can change. ~ Regina Jennings,
421:Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it's your last. ~ Paul Monette,
422:Love and fuck in the same breath, even if it’s your last. ~ Paul Monette,
423:I take a deep breath,
count to ten,
and bury it,
way down deep ~ Sarah Ockler,
424:I take a deep breath. It smells suspiciously like bullshit in here. ~ Courtney Summers,
425:It's easy to die. Just give your breath back to the trees and the wind. ~ Peter Levitt,
426:I will never forget my first breath. Gasping. Heaving. Delicious. ~ MarcyKate Connolly,
427:One’s breath, after all, is hardly attached to any particular creed. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
428:the air isn´t just something thats there. it´s something you breath in. ~ Ava Dellaira,
429:The Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breath. ~ Anonymous,
430:to orders instantly, raised his cornu over his shoulder, drew in a breath, ~ R W Peake,
431:We were linked more than spiritually—but soul-glued and breath-bound. ~ Pepper Winters,
432:You are my whole existence and I will love you until my last breath. ~ Julian Fellowes,
433:All I need is one mic . All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man. ~ Nas,
434:Always first draw fresh breath after outbursts of vanity and complacency. ~ Franz Kafka,
435:And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breath fire, too. ~ Rick Riordan,
436:and let her go. Releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, ~ Laura Kaye,
437:At every breath try to be in communion with Him [Her] through His Name. ~ Anandamayi Ma,
438:Do we need a top-flight quarterback? Do human beings need air to breath? ~ Jim Harbaugh,
439:Faster and faster they raced, but no one got hot or tired or out of breath. ~ C S Lewis,
440:It was brief.  It was chaste.  And it completely took my breath away. His ~ Shay Savage,
441:Love is all around you like the air, and is the very breath of your being. ~ Barry Long,
442:[Pope Francis ] is taken a selfie!He's a tremendous breath of fresh air. ~ Desmond Tutu,
443:Sometimes you need to stop , take a deep breath, and empty your head. ~ Haruki Murakami,
444:The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath. ~ W C Fields,
445:The entire hall seemed to take a collective breath. All eyes were on them. ~ Wendy Webb,
446:The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here? ~ Lorrie Moore,
447:We have a saying in Vaan,” Byern replied. “In every breath, hope abides. ~ Jay Kristoff,
448:He is my breath. My soul. My life-force. I have spent forever with him. ~ Krista Ritchie,
449:His breath is so bad why every time he smokes he blows onion rings. ~ Rodney Dangerfield,
450:How could something called 'The Breath of the Ass' help but bring trouble? ~ Tom Robbins,
451:It is love's soft breath on life's dark coals that briefly reds the fire. ~ John Holland,
452:It takes my breath away. Well, that, and I just climbed all those stairs. ~ Cynthia Hand,
453:Life's not breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away. ~ George Strait,
454:My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make ~ Lionel Richie,
455:No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
456:The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven. ~ Billy Graham,
457:They see you and me: they know my pain's a fact, my revenge is empty breath. ~ Sophocles,
458:To bend, Breath still, Heart stretched, Is strength In weakness. - M. White ~ Staci Hart,
459:To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room. ~ Margaret George,
460:What breath I had within simply left, as if it had other business to attend. ~ P N Elrod,
461:Why are you toying with me?” His breath was unstable. “You’re driving me mad. ~ Nely Cab,
462:You start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take ~ Matthew Quick,
463:You take my breath away... which I find very rude because I'm asthmatic. ~ Teagan Hunter,
464:Art must anchor in nature, or it is the sport of every breath of folly. ~ William Hazlitt,
465:Breath is your link to life; the direct connection to your spirit. ~ Dashama Konah Gordon,
466:but when I got down to it, I was doomed without her. She's the breath in me. ~ Robyn Carr,
467:Darkness is but a pause in breath of a voice we do not wish to hear speak. ~ Jeff Wheeler,
468:Each breath, each beat of your heart makes you stronger, braver, better. ~ Joseph Delaney,
469:Face it: You're always just a breath away from a job in telemarketing. ~ Douglas Coupland,
470:He found a new way to cover up his bad breath. He holds up his arms. ~ Rodney Dangerfield,
471:I can't believe you quoted Shakespeare and the Doors in the same breath. ~ Jessica Topper,
472:I don't care if a dude is purple with green breath as long as he can swing. ~ Miles Davis,
473:It's hard to act in a corset. Your breath gets cut off. You're squashed. ~ Alison Elliott,
474:Jesus Murphy Christ on a flea-bitten donkey,” I muttered under my breath. ~ Shannon Mayer,
475:People think of me in the same breath as Robert Redford and Robert De Niro. ~ Geena Davis,
476:tunic, with breath that could warp glass, grinning a toothless grin. ~ Thomas K Carpenter,
477:We’re tear-stained savages, sharing a single breath of life, death, and love. ~ E K Blair,
478:With life as short as half-taken breath, don’t plant anything but love. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
479:All good writing is like swimming underwater and holding your breath. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
480:As actors, we need a moment to take a breath and have a moment of slowness. ~ Emily Kinney,
481:Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word. ~ Ivan Doig,
482:Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass, and fall toward the glassblower’s breath. ~ Rumi,
483:If I feel frustrated in a situation, I take a deep breath and walk away. ~ Iman Abdulmajid,
484:Improve with each breath. Every negative vibration returns 10 fold. ~ Harbhajan Singh Yogi,
485:I took a breath. Talking to her was like trying to hit an off-speed pitch. ~ Daryl Gregory,
486:My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body. ~ Francesca Lia Block,
487:One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over. ~ Alexander Gordon Smith,
488:Prayer is not a pious decoration of life but the breath of human existence. ~ Henri Nouwen,
489:Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. ~ John Milton,
490:The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon. ~ Kim Edwards,
491:Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
492:With life as short as a half taken breath,Don't plant anything but Love. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi,
493:although she doesn’t know it yet here’s Love and Death in the same breath, ~ Niall Williams,
494:At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing. ~ Rumi,
495:Breath is aligned with both body and mind and it alone can bring them together. ~ Nhat Hanh,
496:How was that compares to the other me?"
"Less dog breath," he deadpanned. ~ Karina Halle,
497:I almost died because of obesity. It make me cannot breath when sleep at night. ~ Bob Dylan,
498:I almost expect to see the shoe box rising and falling with journal's breath. ~ Nina LaCour,
499:I could not love except where Death Was mingling his with Beauty’s breath ~ Edgar Allan Poe,
500:I will have nought to do with a man who can blow hot and cold with the same breath. ~ Aesop,
501:Life is too short not to create something with every breath we draw. ~ Maynard James Keenan,
502:On the East Coast, sunrise will steal the breath right out of your body. ~ Sibella Giorello,
503:Prayer is the breath of life to our soul; holiness is impossible without it ~ Mother Teresa,
504:She couldn't breath around the pain in her chest. "Tell me I'm the only one. ~ Melissa Marr,
505:She drew a long, deep breath, then surged forward, sword’s point extended. ~ Steven Erikson,
506:She lives at my discretion. I can take her breath. I can give it back. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
507:Small breath in, small breath out. There's a way in, and always a way out, ~ Astrid Scholte,
508:This is a moment in history where it is almost hard to catch your breath. ~ Hillary Clinton,
509:waiting for the breath I left back at the ravine to catch up with me. Waiting ~ Rick Yancey,
510:We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate. ~ Suzanne Weyn,
511:Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death. ~ Countee Cullen,
512:What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in? ~ Margaret Atwood,
513:You propose marriage with the same breath you tell me you’re ashamed of me. ~ Mary Connealy,
514:All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God. ~ Hermann Hesse,
515:A long, deep breath is the equivalent of a full stop and the key to centering. ~ Eric Maisel,
516:As a body without breath is a corpse, so the church without the Spirit is dead. ~ John Stott,
517:A true practitioner walks the eight-limbed path until their final breath. ~ Jessamyn Stanley,
518:...a vase full of flowers: dark red and pale pink in a cloud of baby's breath. ~ Kim Edwards,
519:Breath play. Denying oxygen to the brain, increasing the sense of pleasure. ~ Laurelin Paige,
520:But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. ~ Rachel Caine,
521:Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. ~ William Wordsworth,
522:Friends aren't any more important than breath or blood to a high school senior. ~ Betty Ford,
523:I always go back to theatre. It's probably where I'll draw my last breath. ~ Peter Gallagher,
524:I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music. ~ Hafez,
525:In sleep, my sister and I found a common breath. In dreams, we knew the moon. ~ Lori Lansens,
526:I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul. ~ J D Robb,
527:I still remember the stink of her breath, like the bottom of an oceanic trench. ~ Alan Ryker,
528:I take a deep breath, as if the key to confidence is an extra dose of oxygen. ~ K E Ganshert,
529:I thought the butler always did it," someone remarked under their breath. ~ Carlene O Connor,
530:Lexi sucks in a deep breath, and Kelly sighs. “Oh, my God, that sounds hot. ~ Sawyer Bennett,
531:life is risk. All who inhabit the Earth inhale peril with each breath. ~ Stephen R Donaldson,
532:Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath. ~ Richard Flanagan,
533:Love” might not be the right word. I live you in every breath and every heartbeat. ~ Namrata,
534:Man's words are mere breath, but the word of the Lord is spirit and life. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
535:Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath. ~ Theodore Roethke,
536:One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath. ~ Pindar,
537:Prayer is not just something on our to-do list; it's the breath of our soul. ~ Kimberly Hahn,
538:The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities. ~ Rumi,
539:Today I felt pass over me / A breath of wind from the wings of madness. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
540:What do you mean "Ewww"?
How is my tuna breath worse
than peanut butter? ~ Lee Wardlaw,
541:A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule all - that is myself. ~ Marcus Aurelius,
542:A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule all – that is myself. ~ Marcus Aurelius,
543:Breath of the winds; dancing flame; peace of the earth; song of the waves. ~ Juliet Marillier,
544:I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath! ~ Lord Byron,
545:In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago. ~ Mark Twain,
546:Let your thoughts be psalms, your prayers incense, and your breath praise. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
547:Oh—go on, I’ll take a breath or two—I don’t know where I am, I’m all at sea.” He ~ Mark Twain,
548:Pay attention, he thinks. Not to the grand gesture, but to the passing breath. ~ Lauren Groff,
549:She caught her breath on a sob. He was going to London to bed another woman. ~ Elizabeth Hoyt,
550:The lightest caress of his breath against my neck sends shivers through my body. ~ K A Tucker,
551:Vimes had to slow down for breath in Sator Square, and that was disgusting. ~ Terry Pratchett,
552:We are nervous laughter and fast breath and faster heartbeats, alive alive alive. ~ Amy Zhang,
553:When Barbarossa commences, the world will hold its breath and make no comment. ~ Adolf Hitler,
554:Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, and thou no breath at all? ~ William Shakespeare,
555:All of this could have been different if both of his parents had taken a breath. ~ Silas House,
556:Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven. ~ Charlaine Harris,
557:For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. ~ Khalil Gibran,
558:He took a deep breath and got a noseful of sun-warmed dog shit for his trouble. ~ Warren Ellis,
559:How can one little moment, one tiny touch, one quickening breath change so much? ~ Carian Cole,
560:If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath. ~ Amit Ray,
561:I just have a dream mountain under the eyelids, this is my breath, my life. ~ Wojciech Kurtyka,
562:In mindfulness, breath can not play as not only reference point but point of view. ~ Gary Gach,
563:I wouldn't even mention myself in the same breath as someone like big Paul. ~ Kenny Cunningham,
564:Keep your breath to cool your porridge'; and I shall keep mine to swell my song. ~ Jane Austen,
565:Keep your breath to cool your porridge’; and I shall keep mine to swell my song. ~ Jane Austen,
566:Nicky closed his eyes and sucked in a deep, unsteady breath. "What have I done? ~ Nora Sakavic,
567:Oh, the beat of his heart, the taste of his mouth, the rhythm of his breath. ~ Cassandra Clare,
568:She was beautiful; my breath was taken; we were still lonely; she said yes. ~ Aleksandar Hemon,
569:The cellar, uncorked like a buried bottle, gave off the stale breath of the years. ~ Jim Kelly,
570:There are four sources of energy — food, sleep, breath and a calm mind. ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar,
571:There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose. ~ S E Hinton,
572:Yet (moment by painful moment, breath by painful breath) one got through things. ~ Donna Tartt,
573:At the end of my life, with just one breath left,
if you come, I’ll sit up and sing. ~ Rumi,
574:Breathe and you dwell in the here and now, breath and you see impermanence is life. ~ Nhat Hanh,
575:Do you want to come in?
Take a deep breath.
Everything is about to happen. ~ James Galvin,
576:I blow out an unsteady breath because it feels like I’ve been on edge all day. ~ Colleen Hoover,
577:I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath. ~ Elvis Costello,
578:If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment. Live in the breath. ~ Matt Haig,
579:I get drunk, and I drive my wife away with a breath like mustard gas and roses. ~ Kurt Vonnegut,
580:I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ~ Sylvia Plath,
581:I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. ~ Sylvia Plath,
582:Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath. ~ Theodore Roethke,
583:See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away. ~ Melina Marchetta,
584:There is
is breath
inside the pain
there is breath ~ David Grossman,
585:You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body. ~ Sanober Khan,
586:You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon. ~ Sarah Dessen,
587:Always looking out for me, my big sister, no matter what. Even on her dying breath. ~ Cat Porter,
588:At the moment of waking up, before getting out of bed, get in touch with your breath ~ Nhat Hanh,
589:By its breath of grace our lives abide. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The Pursuit of the Unknowable,
590:Forever,” he said, his breath shaky. “It means we’re bonded together forever. ~ Jessica Sorensen,
591:His every breath was a prayer. For peace. Protection. Truth.
Thy will be done. ~ Laura Frantz,
592:I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin ~ Suzanne Collins,
593:"If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath." ~ Amit Ray,
594:intentionally smile more, hug more, slow down, listen, and take a deep breath. ~ Courtney Joseph,
595:In this refulgent summer, it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
596:It's not the end that I fear with each breath- It's life that scares me to death. ~ Tim McIlrath,
597:Making matters even worse was Jimmy’s rancid breath, which reeked of horseradish.  ~ Bryan Smith,
598:Revolution is simple. It's like a breath; out with the old, and in with the new. ~ Bryant McGill,
599:Rincewind let his breath out in a long sigh. It hurried off to hide somewhere. ~ Terry Pratchett,
600:She saw her breath curl in a white stream, drawn inward to the darkness beyond. ~ Steven Erikson,
601:The first time I kissed Brad my knees went weak - I literally lost my breath! ~ Jennifer Aniston,
602:The only energy that has any power in your life is the gift of breath from God. ~ Iyanla Vanzant,
603:The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane. ~ Libba Bray,
604:To awaken, sit calmly, letting each breath clear your mind and open your heart. ~ Gautama Buddha,
605:When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life. ~ Marguerite Duras,
606:You seem to be the one for firsts,” his breath caught, “and lasts and always. ~ Aleksandr Voinov,
607:12:10 In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, And the breath of all mankind? ~ Anonymous,
608:6†   Let everything that has breath praise the            LORD!      Praise the LORD! ~ Anonymous,
609:An empty house has its own special silence. It is like a great held breath. ~ Anne Rivers Siddons,
610:Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. ~ Matthew Quick,
611:"Every act, every breath, and every step can help us to become more ourselves." ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
612:Every breath we take, every step we make, can be filled with peace, joy and serenity. ~ Nhat Hanh,
613:Every once in a while, the market does something so stupid it takes your breath away ~ Jim Cramer,
614:For a moment they lie there together, in their own tiny nucleus of heat and breath. ~ Sara Taylor,
615:He only said the one word. A prayer. A supplication. A breath from his heart to mine. ~ C D Reiss,
616:It is desirable that people make music on the breath, with the breath. ~ Dietrich Fischer Dieskau,
617:My doctor told me I should get out of breath three times a week, so I took up smoking. ~ Jo Brand,
618:Oh, the terrible, crushing, breath-stealing burden of people who think they own you! ~ Anne Tyler,
619:Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
620:Some things are out of your control, but not your breath, so breathe in with me, okay? ~ R S Grey,
621:The Lord has afforded breath for another day. The situation could be worse. They’d ~ Lisa Wingate,
622:Trees are the source of your very breath - cut and you shall curtail life itself. ~ Jaggi Vasudev,
623:Warner nods. Takes a short breath. Licks his lips. And shoots him in the forehead. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
624:While there was breath in my body, she would never lack sufficient AA batteries. ~ David Nicholls,
625:Who will speak my name so I might taste eternity if no one knows i ever drew breath? ~ Scott Oden,
626:Yoga is vital because it keeps me in full awareness and connection with my breath. ~ Grace Gealey,
627:Each person is born to one possession which outvalues all his others-his last breath. ~ Mark Twain,
628:Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay. ~ George Meredith,
629:Her breath caught in her throat, for she heard the clatter of death waiting to fall. ~ Kate Danley,
630:Her breath was shallow in her chest and the tears were silent and constant. ~ Emily St John Mandel,
631:He’s sitting so close, I can feel his breath on my cheek. My stomach flip-flops again. ~ Anonymous,
632:His mouth stole her breath. His touch stole her heart. And his cock stole her sanity. ~ Laura Kaye,
633:I exaled a long, shaky breath and looked up at the wall. My mind was at war itself. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
634:... if I invested in a mouthwash stock, bad breath would suddenly become popular. ~ Phyllis Diller,
635:I slowly breathe in and out,and i find myself relaxing more and more with each breath ~ Louise Hay,
636:I will own this. Your pussy, your orgasm, and every ache, breath, and moan in between. ~ C D Reiss,
637:Juno MacGuff: You can never have too many of your favorite one calorie breath mints. ~ Diablo Cody,
638:Life is absolutely dependent upon the act of breathing. "Breath is Life. ~ William Walker Atkinson,
639:Life is more than breath and a heartbeat; meaning and purpose are the life of life. ~ Desmond Tutu,
640:Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death. ~ William Blake,
641:Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. ~ Natalie Goldberg,
642:Take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again. ~ Frank Sinatra,
643:Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean:
The world has grown grey from thy breath! ~ Edward Gibbon,
644:We rarely take a breath without making a judgement. Don't mistake naming for knowing. ~ Ezra Bayda,
645:Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves. ~ Victor Hugo,
646:Zane let out a shaky breath and whispered. “Will you… will you make love to me?” Ty ~ Abigail Roux,
647:Breath remains the vehicle to unite body and mind and to open the gate to wisdom. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
648:Does defending liberalism leave you friendless and perhaps wondering about your breath? ~ Phil Ochs,
649:During inhalation, the breath should move exactly like clouds spreading in the sky. ~ B K S Iyengar,
650:...dying and somehow being brought back to life in the same moment, the same breath. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
651:Every breath we draw is a gift of God's love; every moment of existence is a grace. ~ Thomas Merton,
652:Every man is born to one possession which out values all his others - his last breath. ~ Mark Twain,
653:Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,
Her breath is music faint and low. ~ Charles Baudelaire,
654:He was the epitome of danger and safe all in one breath." ~ Lucian BaneIsadore Taylor ~ Lucian Bane,
655:If I had nuts, they’d have crawled so far up my ass, my breath would smell like cum. ~ Kendall Grey,
656:I’m not good at casual sex,” I said in a breath. “I never said it would be casual. ~ Pepper Winters,
657:I'm shoved against the wall and his lips are on mine before I can finish that breath. ~ Jami Wagner,
658:Life isn't how many breaths you take, but it's the moments that take your breath away. ~ Will Smith,
659:Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath. ~ William Shakespeare,
660:Negative people need drama like oxygen. Stay positive, it'll take their breath away. ~ Tony Gaskins,
661:Please, save your breath, because you might need it to blow up your date later. ~ Christine Zolendz,
662:The first time I saw her, I had to hold my breath. The first time she spoke, I exhaled. ~ C D Reiss,
663:The world had taken a deep breath and was having doubts about continuing to revolve. ~ Maya Angelou,
664:Were you listening to a word I said ' 'I kind of switched off when you drew breath. ~ Jasper Fforde,
665:All things carry yin and embrace yang. They reach harmony by blending with the vital breath. ~ Laozi,
666:God, you have a beautiful laugh, and your smile. Jesus, it knocks the breath out of me. ~ Maya Banks,
667:Have you ever loved someone so much that when you drew a breath you knew it was his? ~ Barbara Boyer,
668:He was a breath of fresh air after the heart wrenching storm that had engulfed me. ~ Rebecca Donovan,
669:How does one practice mindfulness? Sit in meditation. Be aware of only your breath. ~ Gautama Buddha,
670:I can't take one breath, not one single breath, without knowing that I love you. ~ Carolyn Parkhurst,
671:I crave your lips.” His breath was sweet. “Give me but one taste and I shall ask no more. ~ Nely Cab,
672:Just like the first breath of life, any engine must be triggered in order to turn it on. ~ Toba Beta,
673:Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints. ~ Kim Harrison,
674:Lost a fight?’ he’d asked, still out of breath. ‘The fight isn’t over until you win it, ~ Robin Hobb,
675:My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt. ~ Heather O Neill,
676:My life, my love, my breath. May we always have each other, in this life and the next. ~ A Zavarelli,
677:Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry. ~ Charles Bukowski,
678:Pain is the great teacher of mankind. Beneath its breath souls develop. ~ Marie von Ebner Eschenbach,
679:Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says, I hope your eye twitches! ~ Rick Riordan,
680:Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says: I hope your eye twitches! ~ Rick Riordan,
681:The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe. ~ Anais Nin,
682:The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life. [ Job 33:4 NIV ~ Max Lucado,
683:The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet. ~ Rebecca Harding Davis,
684:Are you weary? Catch your breath. Are you strong? Reserve passing judgment on the tired. ~ Max Lucado,
685:But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
686:Conscious breath control is a useful tool for achieving a relaxed, clear state of mind. ~ Andrew Weil,
687:Control over breath is yoga. Elimination of the mind is Jnana (Self-Knowledge). ~ Sri Ramana Maharshi,
688:If only falling in real life love were this easy. Take a big breath and open your eyes ~ Linda Yellin,
689:If you're in bad mood, take a deep breath.
If you're in good mood, give thanks to God. ~ Toba Beta,
690:In a breath he halted by my side. “I lied. I need your help.”
“Who are we killing? ~ Ilona Andrews,
691:Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath. KABIR ~ Jon Kabat Zinn,
692:know.” She took a breath, and suddenly I liked her smile a great deal. “Maybe you are. ~ Robert Crais,
693:Life is not about the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away. ~ Chelsea Camaron,
694:Light the candle of love. Spread the rays of happiness in every direction in every breath. ~ Amit Ray,
695:Not all monsters were three-ton reptiles with poisonous breath. Many wore human faces. ~ Rick Riordan,
696:Overthinking evaporates when you feel connected with your body, mind, breath and the soul. ~ Amit Ray,
697:Regulate the breath, be happy, link the mind with the Lord in your heart. ~ Tirumalai Krishnamacharya,
698:To desperately hope," I whispered
James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe. ~ Laura Whitcomb,
699:A mirror that witnessed death was as dear to me as a poisoned apple that steals breath. ~ Cameron Jace,
700:Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and dance. ~ Oprah Winfrey,
701:I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me. ~ Colleen Hoover,
702:Life is more than how many breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away. ~ Tillie Cole,
703:My art would be that of living: each moment, each breath is a work inscribed nowhere. ~ Marcel Duchamp,
704:Neither of them was guaranteed their next breath. So why borrow worry from tomorrow? ~ Karen Kingsbury,
705:set it back down as crept out of the backroom, took a deep breath and walked toward us. ~ J A Cipriano,
706:They kissed as if in a fever…they kissed as if the breath were leaving their bodies. ~ Paullina Simons,
707:To control your life, control your mind. To control your mind, control your breath. ~ Stephen Richards,
708:Who are you, Dorothy?" she said beneath her breath. "Who were you, before you became Ma? ~ Kate Morton,
709:All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, ~ Ronald Malfi,
710:And isn't it true here too that those whom God blesses he damns in the same breath? ~ S ren Kierkegaard,
711:Daring to me is having courage; it's a daily meditation to take breath and find strength. ~ Uma Thurman,
712:Don't spin your wheels and stress. Take a deep breath, center yourself and make a plan. ~ Douglas Adams,
713:Focus on that sensation and see how it changes when you take a deep breath out, ~ Bessel A van der Kolk,
714:Hello, hello, hello,” I whispered under my breath. “I could lick that man all day long. ~ Scarlett Dawn,
715:He mutters into my mouth, his warm breath mingling with mine. “I came here for my pussy. ~ Nina G Jones,
716:I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,
717:I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us. ~ Mary Oliver,
718:Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath! ~ Emily Dickinson,
719:Live. Until you are down to your final breath, love and fight and rage and grieve and live. ~ Anonymous,
720:Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath But to look at you, that’s a dance with death ~ R S Grey,
721:Most people don't deserve to be spoken of in the same breath as Chaplin or Lucille Ball. ~ Bette Midler,
722:Our way is to practice one step at a time, one breath at a time, with no gaining idea. ~ Shunryu Suzuki,
723:Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath ~ Juliet Marillier,
724:Take a deep breath and think of the three things you are grateful for, right in this moment. ~ M J Ryan,
725:The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop. ~ John Updike,
726:There are times, however, when whatever your metabolism you have to take a deep breath. ~ Douglas Adams,
727:The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed. ~ Ilsa J Bick,
728:To truly live is more than taking the next breath—it’s to hope and dream and love. ~ Richard Paul Evans,
729:Were you listening to a word I said?'
'I kind of switched off when you drew breath. ~ Jasper Fforde,
730:Willpower is breath and heartbeat of life; Life blooms in the girdle of taut willpower. ~ Praveen Kumar,
731:You are the pinch in my heart. The catch in my breath. The reason my stomach tumbles... ~ Rachel Gibson,
732:You're mine until the last breath leaves my body",
"Until the last beat of my heart. ~ Meghan March,
733:How could you let yourself be sidetracked while I was waiting for your breath on my back? ~ Anna Gavalda,
734:Meditation is making every breath; a kind breath, a compassionate breath and a loving breath. ~ Amit Ray,
735:My only request is that I draw my last dollar and my last breath at the exact same moment. ~ Bobby Layne,
736:Or perhaps that's just me assigning subterranean levels to every goddamn breath he takes. ~ Mackenzi Lee,
737:Summer was letting out one long, last, sweet breath before winter began to blast. ~ Elizabeth Cunningham,
738:There are just as many molecules in a single breath as there are stars in all the galaxies. ~ L H Cosway,
739:the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive. ~ George Eliot,
740:a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter’s night. A star that guides you home. ~ Richelle Mead,
741:Beautiful girl, I want to kiss you so fucking bad- more than I want to draw my next breath. ~ Lauren Rowe,
742:God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage. ~ George Herbert,
743:Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life. ~ Santoka Taneda,
744:He gave life to the breath- oxygen, a simple gas, he transferred into words, ideas, hope. ~ Michael J Fox,
745:Holyfield is nothing but class, and I think he's a breath of fresh air for the sport. ~ Sugar Ray Leonard,
746:I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us... ~ Mary Oliver,
747:I held my breath—but the pain was worse, jagged edges of glass ripping my heart apart, ~ Melanie Benjamin,
748:In life, it's not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away. ~ Heather B Armstrong,
749:Into the air, and what seemed corporal Melted as breath into the wind. Would they had stayed. ~ Anonymous,
750:I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. ~ Emily Dickinson,
751:Jasper drew in a shaking breath and pulled the wagon onward, leaving Baby Jesus in the dirt. ~ D M Pulley,
752:Now Darkstripe,' Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, 'is neither young, nor pretty. ~ Erin Hunter,
753:Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. ~ William Shakespeare,
754:people who needed him. For them, he would give his last living breath, even if they in turn ~ Phil Tucker,
755:Poetry's medium is not merely light as air, it is air: vital and deep as ordinary breath. ~ Robert Pinsky,
756:Something goes still inside Lily, as if her heart took a breath before it continued beating. ~ Malinda Lo,
757:That’s Carlos?” Phineas lowered his sword and whistled under his breath. “Hello, kitty. ~ Kerrelyn Sparks,
758:The dead. No more’n a breath. You let that last one go and you’re with them again. ~ William Kent Krueger,
759:The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer! ~ Rumi,
760:The noise around me blurs, and all I can focus on is his lips and breath and presence. ~ Christina Farley,
761:They love them, until the breath leaves their body, and afterward, ever into eternity. ~ Collette Cameron,
762:To truly live is more than taking the next breath---it's to hope and dream and love. ~ Richard Paul Evans,
763:What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death. ~ Alexander Pope,
764:When I look back on my knee-jerk reactions now, I realize I should have just taken a breath. ~ Fred Durst,
765:Your flesh is my earth. Your blood is my river. Your breath is my sky. Your body is my world. ~ Ginn Hale,
766:You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins. ~ J A Redmerski,
767:As you begin befriending your breath, you see immediately that unawareness is everywhere. ~ Jon Kabat Zinn,
768:Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone? ~ Marina Tsvetaeva,
769:Dublin City was quiet when they reached the Waxwork Museum, as if it was holding its breath. ~ Derek Landy,
770:In dancing with the enemy one follows his steps even if counting under one's breath. ~ Breyten Breytenbach,
771:Isn't it amazing that God gives breath to a man who is going to blaspheme Him all day! ~ Leonard Ravenhill,
772:I've often thought that the unit of measure that best suits prose is the human breath ~ Charles D Ambrosio,
773:Like the first breath of living wind to the sailor becalmed and starving, I felt hope stir. ~ Mary Stewart,
774:My body was ready and needy and I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. ~ Laurelin Paige,
775:Start counting, baby, because I’m going to show you exactly how long I can hold my breath. ~ Jen Frederick,
776:This that I am, whatever it be, is mere flesh and a little breath and the ruling Reason. ~ Marcus Aurelius,
777:While the ingrates duke-it-out about the true God, you take each breath in holy gratitude. ~ Bryant McGill,
778:You would think it best to save your breath for running, but I often find screaming helps. ~ Mark Lawrence,
779:Anyone who tells you that a greater symphony exists than the breath in your body is lying. ~ Yasmina Khadra,
780:As breath stills our mind, our energies are free to unhook from the senses and bend inward. ~ B K S Iyengar,
781:Bring forward what is true, Write it so that it is clear, Defend it to your last breath! ~ Ludwig Boltzmann,
782:Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don't waste it. ~ LeCrae,
783:Eyes open, he was a killer. Eyes closed, he was nothing, just breath trapped in a chest. ~ Aleksandr Voinov,
784:Have you ever taken a breath that was so pure it made you realize you'd been suffocating? ~ Nicole Waggoner,
785:He inhales a shaky breath while looking down at my mouth. 'You make it so hard to breathe. ~ Colleen Hoover,
786:He inhales a shaky breath while looking down at my mouth. “You make it so hard to breathe. ~ Colleen Hoover,
787:He’s dictating my heartbeat, governing my pulse, holding my next breath cupped in his hands. ~ Kennedy Ryan,
788:He was over Keith’s lap, pants down. He heard Reed’s sharp intake of breath as he watched. Reed ~ S E Jakes,
789:I don’t want to be empty breath. Bitter at the marrow of my bones. I don’t want that, Leonie. ~ Jesmyn Ward,
790:I love you,” someone says as we’re catching our breath.
Holy shit. I think it was me. ~ Corinne Michaels,
791:Lestat, you are the damnedest creature!' he whispered under his breath. 'You are a brat prince. ~ Anne Rice,
792:Like a book that’s never read, the emotions are lost unless given weight and breath and voice. ~ Emma Scott,
793:Pops rubbed his face and took in a deep breath. “Okay, but I want to talk to him too.” I’d ~ Sloane Kennedy,
794:She could hear the slow, steady beat of Vader’s respiration but could draw no breath herself. ~ Paul S Kemp,
795:Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect. ~ William Shakespeare,
796:What isn’t a risk? Birth comes with a death sentence. Every breath I take could be my last. ~ Tiffany Reisz,
797:When I feel myself getting overwhelmed, I take a deep breath and eat a piece of chocolate. ~ Adrian Grenier,
798:When we focus on the breath, we become mindful of the universal nature of all beings. ~ Henepola Gunaratana,
799:Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. ~ Alexander Pope,
800:With each and every breath, I dwell upon You; I shall never forget You.
   ~ Guru Nanak, Guru Granth Sahib,
801:You can't say you want things to be simple and then in the next breath ask me to be honest. ~ Margaret Mahy,
802:AFTERNOON OF MIST AND DRIZZLE, CLARA BARCELÓ STOLE my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n,
803:As each breath goes out, let it be the end of that moment and the birth of something new. . . ~ Pema Chodron,
804:Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. ~ William Shakespeare,
805:Fahlberg is a scoundrel. It nauseates me to hear my name mentioned in the same breath with him. ~ Ira Remsen,
806:He paused, gasping for breath, but continued in a soft, steady voice. "Allie, I...I love you. ~ Julie Kagawa,
807:i am
stalking you, my dear.

with my thoughts
my words.
my breath. ~ Sanober Khan,
808:I am only yours, my Luna. I was yours from my first breath and I will be yours until my last. ~ Quinn Loftis,
809:If you don't want your dog to have bad breath, do what I do: Pour a little Lavoris in the toilet. ~ Jay Leno,
810:Imora thea mi savur," Ash whispered under his breath in Atlantean. God save me from love. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,
811:I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how. ~ Colleen Hoover,
812:I will never sign anything over to you, ever, you dog-breath, rotting corpse of a king. ~ Jennifer A Nielsen,
813:Our son shall win.
QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow. ~ William Shakespeare,
814:Prayer is the breath, the watchword, the comfort, the strength, the honor of a Christian. ~ Charles Spurgeon,
815:Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam. Once, ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
816:So long as there is breath in your body, nothing is that bad. Nothing. You must remember that. ~ Lola St Vil,
817:Tabarnac de câlisse,” he swears under his breath, looking me up and down. God, I love Canada. ~ Dahlia Adler,
818:Take a moment to catch your breath and revel in your rhetorical mastery and achievement. ~ Christopher Moore,
819:The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring. ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne,
820:Throughout this life, you can never be certain of living long enough to take another breath. ~ Huangbo Xiyun,
821:We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans. They are part of our own body. ~ Nhat Hanh,
822:What am I but a little flesh, a little breath, and the thinking part that rules the whole? ~ Marcus Aurelius,
823:When I hear what I have written out loud, the cliches hang in the air between us like bad breath ~ Sarah Kay,
824:When she went back to the telephone Hely’s breath, on the other end, was ragged and secretive. ~ Donna Tartt,
825:With your breath, issue words of a new contract. Become the law creator of a new prosperity. ~ Bryant McGill,
826:Words are like breath," she said, "you say them and they're gone. But writing traps them. ~ Bernard Cornwell,
827:22Stop trusting in mere humans, who have but a breath in their nostrils. Why hold them in esteem? ~ Anonymous,
828:Ain’t nothing to be afraid of, honey. Take a deep breath and count to what you are. A ten. ~ Georgia Le Carre,
829:Am I then more of an American than those who drew their first breath on American Ground? ~ Alexander Hamilton,
830:A myth without a voice is like a dandelion without a breath of wind. No way to spread the seeds. ~ V E Schwab,
831:And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons. ~ Khalil Gibran,
832:As we rose over the rooftops I caught my breath-well, if you can catch your breath underwater. ~ Rick Riordan,
833:But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now. ~ Rachel Caine,
834:God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine. ~ Bob Dylan,
835:I thought it completely absurd to mention my name in the same breath as the presidency. ~ Dwight D Eisenhower,
836:Life is a fight from the minute you take your first breath to the moment you exhale your last. ~ Ronda Rousey,
837:No delicate breeze brings comfort with icy breath of wind
to the hearts which pant on the flames. ~ Seneca,
838:Prayer is to the Christian what breath is to life, yet no duty of the Christian is so neglected. ~ R C Sproul,
the only way
to catch
your breath
is to
lose it
completely. ~ Tyler Knott Gregson,
840:Your every breath of life is so precious, so don't waste any moment of life while sitting idol. ~ Wiz Khalifa,
841:A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden. ~ Christine Fonseca,
842:A trapped soul waits for redemption.
It waits. And waits.
For her to take her last breath. ~ Lisa McMann,
843:Beautiful is seeing a woman smile and  the simple sight of it  nearly takes your breath away. ~ Lauren Hammond,
844:Breath and brevity are sisters; the long-winded is an enemy who muffles your heartbeat. ~ Shirley Geok lin Lim,
845:Breathing is free medicine, and the daily practice of breath control leads to optimal health and ~ Mark Divine,
846:CORV: Honour! tut, a breath: There's no such thing, in nature: a mere term Invented to awe fools. ~ Ben Jonson,
847:Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire? ~ Bruce Springsteen,
848:Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. ~ Jandy Nelson,
849:I charge you at the Judgement make it plain,
My love of you was life and not a breath. ~ Christina Rossetti,
850:I don't have to be a monster to hurt people. I can do it gently, with a single careless breath. ~ Isaac Marion,
851:I had a cigar in my mouth and whiskey on my breath. I felt like money. I looked like money. ~ Charles Bukowski,
852:I know what I know of you," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot. "And I want to know more. ~ Karina Halle,
853:it was the look he was giving Scarlet, which would have taken away the breath of any girl. Kai ~ Marissa Meyer,
854:I went back to Bill. He blew his breath at me to show how cold it was, and went on playing. ~ Ernest Hemingway,
855:My breath caught in my throat.
Buttered biscuits and honey.
"You're not what I expected. ~ Myra McEntire,
856:Our grandfathers had to run, run, run. My generation’s out of breath. We ain’t running no more. ~ Kennedy Ryan,
857:Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let her breath. ~ Anonymous,
858:The more we learn to link the use of breath, mind, and voice, the greater our own power in life. ~ Ted Andrews,
859:Then others for breath of words respect,
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect. ~ William Shakespeare,
860:This will not be the end of the Clans. As long as I have breath in body, the Clans will be safe. ~ Erin Hunter,
861:22  Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for wherein is he to be accounted of? ~ Joseph Smith Jr,
862:Grief is forever. It doesn't go away. It becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath ~ Jandy Nelson,
863:If dreams of flying are the last hope of freedom
I will pray for wings with my last breath. ~ Steven Erikson,
864:If I had a to choose between loving you and breathing, I would use my last breath to say I love you ~ Anonymous,
865:Now Darkstripe,” Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, “is neither young, nor pretty. . . . ~ Erin Hunter,
866:Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don’t have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath) ~ Rachel Caine,
867:One was never taught how to begin at drama school. But all it required was one intake of breath. ~ Elaine Paige,
868:Sweetheart.” He let out a serrated breath. “You tempt me just by being in the same room with me. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
869:The breath and the body are both sensations. One sensation does not appear in another sensation, ~ Rupert Spira,
870:The feeling of how much I loved you almost drowned me - it was like I couldn't catch my breath. ~ Rowan Coleman,
871:The moment of the kiss could have been no longer than a breath’s space, but to her it was timeless. ~ Anonymous,
872:They blew out a breath and did the thing all heroes must do—they took that terrifying first step. ~ Chloe Neill,
873:They made you miss one breath, no matter how many times you’d seen them. He didn’t speak. ~ Catherine Ryan Hyde,
874:What's the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another? ~ Marilyn Monroe,
875:When you meet a new day, take a deep breath and tell yourself, ' I am anew in this day ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah,
876:When you want to succeed in Real Estate, you have to breath have to want it as much as air ~ Jimmy Reed,
877:With life as short as half-taken breath, don’t plant anything but love. ~ Jalaluddin Rumi #poetry #mysticpoetry,
878:A myth without a voice is like a dandelion without a breath of wind.
No way to spread the seeds. ~ V E Schwab,
879:Breath, dreams, silence, invincible will triumph."

Paul Valery via Miriam Toews ~ Paul Val ry,
880:Breath is the bridge,
Between living and dying;
Breath is the licence
For joyous living; ~ Banani Ray,
881:Don't you know no one can escape
the power of creatures reaching out
with breath alone? ~ Marina Tsvetaeva,
882:He put the ring away, and Rowan let out his breath, not even realizing he had been holding it. ~ Neal Shusterman,
883:Her face was so beautiful it made me catch my breath, but her expression was stern and dangerous. ~ Rick Riordan,
884:How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? ~ William Shakespeare,
885:I can't leave." Green Eyes took a huge breath. "This is the only place where I get to see you. ~ Debra Anastasia,
886:I didn't have anything really exiting to drink, like nitroglycerin or distilled tiger breath. ~ Raymond Chandler,
887:I know as I'm taking my dying breath, the ambulance guy will ask me why they cancelled Action. ~ Illeana Douglas,
888:In this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great teachers try to tell us. ~ Peter Matthiessen,
889:I really believe that breath, in and of itself can become the ultimate self-healing tool. ~ Cary Hiroyuki Tagawa,
890:Leala's breath was "like a cello sawing away against the bouncing-bow contrabasses of her heartbeat. ~ Ella Leya,
891:Liberty was the breath of Emily's nostrils; without it she perished.

(about her sister) ~ Charlotte Bront,
892:Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. ~ Emily Dickinson,
893:Master your breath, let the self be in bliss, contemplate on the sublime within you. ~ Tirumalai Krishnamacharya,
894:Michael caught his breath. With some effort he worked his vocal cords. “What do you want?” “Don’t ~ Harlan Coben,
895:On cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he can’t. On both occasions, the man breathes. ~ Zadie Smith,
896:Randy said softly under his breath, “We doing this?” “Colt replied, “Yup.” “On a count of three… ~ Addison Kline,
897:Syn let out a tired breath. “I’d never hit you, Cruel. I only fantasize about strangling you. ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon,
898:The night is given to us to take breath, to pray, to drink deep at the fountain of power. ~ Florence Nightingale,
899:There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose. It was beautiful. ~ S E Hinton,
900:The trees are our lungs, the rivers our circulation, the air our breath, and the earth our body. ~ Deepak Chopra,
901:The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name. ~ Cassandra Clare,
902:When body, breath, and mind work together in harmony to achieve a spiritual goal, that is yoga. ~ Baba Hari Dass,
903:When you meet a new day, take a deep breath and tell yourself, ' I am new in this day'. ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah,
904:With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . . ~ Chelsie Shakespeare,
905:Wonder takes our breath away, and makes room for new breath. That’s why they call it breathtaking. ~ Anne Lamott,
906:Yet even so, she was so damn beautiful in one of those hauntingly ethereal ways it stole my breath. ~ Linda Kage,
907:You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes. ~ Savannah Stuart,
908:Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. ~ J R R Tolkien,
909:Everything was united by the steady rise and fall of nature’s breath. Everything except for me. ~ Madeline Miller,
910:I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt. ~ Ally Condie,
911:I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep. ~ Jo Knowles,
912:It is the calling of each man and woman who draws breath to have a grand vision for our lives, ~ Brendon Burchard,
913:It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple ~ Adrienne Rich,
914:Lady muttered some very unladylike sniggen snaggen riddly rodden racklesnatzes under her breath, then ~ Glen Cook,
915:Love is a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter's night. A star that guides you home. ~ Richelle Mead,
916:Man..." He blew out an exasperated breath. "Do you push everyone away this hard, or is it just me? ~ Lisa Kessler,
917:My baby is amazing, even his head smells amazing. His breath, the whole thing, you could eat him! ~ Orlando Bloom,
918:Outside, the night seemed poised on tiptoe, waiting, waiting, holding its breath for the storm. ~ Natalie Babbitt,
919:Paint should not be applied thick. It should be like a breath on the surface of a pane of glass. ~ James Whistler,
920:She’s like a breath of fresh air.
I may be the Big Bad Wolf, but even wolves need to breathe. ~ Courtney Cole,
921:Stronger than iron
crueler than death
sweeter than springtime
it lives beyond breath ~ Juliet Marillier,
922:Take a deep breath. Get present in the moment and ask yourself what is important this very second. ~ Greg McKeown,
923:The more active I am, the better I feel and the longer I can stay onstage without losing my breath. ~ Demi Lovato,
924:"The path through trouble is always made a step at a time, a breath at a time, a day at a time." ~ Jack Kornfield,
925:There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world as a girl in love with every breath she takes. ~ Atticus Poetry,
926:The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins in love and ends with grief. ~ Steven Erikson,
927:Watch your breath
And unload your cart;
The rays of the morning Sun
Will wash your heart. ~ Banani Ray,
928:"You say that you are too busy to meditate. Do you have time to breathe? Meditation is your breath." ~ Ajahn Chah,
929:All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath--so what does that make today worth? ~ Og Mandino,
930:And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased. Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G'. ~ Tupac Shakur,
931:As I drew breath, I heard bone snap—a horrible sound, but a joyful one because the bone was not mine. ~ Gene Wolfe,
932:By God!' he whispered, drawing his breath in sharply, 'it is all pure Rider Haggard and Conan Doyle. ~ John Buchan,
933:By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, and all the host of them by the breath of His mouth. ~ Derek Prince,
934:Chase dipped his face. Our noses brushed. His hot breath teased my mouth. We were dangerously close. ~ Erin Butler,
935:Everything waited. The night was ending. The world was holding its breath, preparing to begin again. ~ Neil Gaiman,
936:In one breath, I can say that we are God, but in another I have to say that we aren't deities. ~ Alanis Morissette,
937:It’s like they’re communicating through Bluetooth or something,” Ashley muttered under her breath. ~ Bella Forrest,
938:I will continue to fight for justice, fairness, and constitutional rights until my dying breath. ~ Alan Dershowitz,
939:Just let me catch my breath, Red Macalister, and think. You've tipped my teapot handle over spout. ~ Debra Holland,
940:No matter how many times I’ve kissed this man, he still manages to take my breath away with every kiss. ~ K C Lynn,
941:O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, / Against the wrackful siege of battering days? ~ William Shakespeare,
942:She held him spellbound,” he went on, then let out a ragged breath. “So he went to his death.”[ ~ Harold Schechter,
943:The act of catching yourself wandering and coming back to your breath is a bicep curl for your brain. ~ Dan Harris,
944:The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not. ~ Susan Griffin,
945:The ultimate revenge isn’t the murder of my enemy. It’s the whisper of truth on my last stolen breath. ~ Keri Lake,
946:they take no from our first breath. go back and return it to your mouth. your heart. your light. ~ Nayyirah Waheed,
947:Tis admirable to consider, how Powerful the Kings are, yet they move by the Breath of their People. ~ William Penn,
948:Witness each moment in astounded jubilation. Take every holy breath in gratitude. Rejoice in life! ~ Bryant McGill,
949:You’re better than beautiful.” Rahim took a careful breath. “You’re interesting. Never forget that. ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
950:Ariel spoke Tybalt's line: "'Have at thee, coward!'"
"Save yer breath for a pretty death rattle. ~ Lisa Mantchev,
951:Brats," he muttered under his breath.
"They take after you, my lord," Alienor said sweetly. ~ Elizabeth Chadwick,
952:But the way he looks at me—as if I am his next draw of breath—halts any further protests from my lips. ~ K Bromberg,
953:Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living? ~ Mahatma Gandhi,
954:Generally she avoided mirrors. It embarrassed her to lose her own breath at the sight of herself. ~ Kristin Cashore,
955:Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
956:He’s a hot bath, a short breath, 5 days of summer pressed into 5 fingers writing stories on my body. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
957:How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath? ~ William Shakespeare,
958:How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life. ~ Paul Celan,
959:Kona… do you… do you still love me?”
“Wildcat…” he takes a breath, head shaking. “I never stopped. ~ Eden Butler,
960:Most of the talk of human beings was silly talk, talk that was of less weight than a man’s breath. ~ Larry McMurtry,
961:She was in so fast that she didn’t have a chance to scream. The icy cold water stole her breath away… ~ B J Daniels,
962:The kiss I like the most is one of the slow ones. It's as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. ~ David Levithan,
963:the missing piece
my breath
my heart
my memory
the other half
the missing half ~ Kami Garcia,
964:The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows. ~ Libba Bray,
965:The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief. ~ Steven Erikson,
966:The sun has come up and I am sitting by a window that is foggy with the breath of a life gone by. ~ Nicholas Sparks,
967:This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet ~ William Shakespeare,
968:This will not be the end of the clans as long as I have breath in my body" ~ Erin Hunterjayfeather ~ Erin Hunter,
969:We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less than divine self-portraits, ~ N D Wilson,
970:And I am homesick After mine own kind that know, and feel And have some breath for beauty and the arts. ~ Ezra Pound,
971:because every creature of the sea knows that the Alexes can't hold their breath as long as whales can. ~ Lisa McMann,
972:...because when beauty awes you, you must halt and try to catch your breath and your staggered heart. ~ Kate Elliott,
973:Breath, Myrnin said. “I'm not much for it myself, but I hear it's quite good for humans.
-Myrnin. ~ Rachel Caine,
974:Don't waste your breath proclaiming what's really important to you. How you spend your time says it all. ~ Eric Zorn,
975:dreams are like delicate little white flowers that will be blown away at the first breath of reality? ~ Stefan Zweig,
976:Half man and half beast Cursed to draw breath The other wolves fear him For his name is death. ~ Evangeline Anderson,
977:He lowered his head until his mouth was above mine, so close I could taste his minty breath. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
978:His face is livid, gaunt his whole body, his breath is green with gall; his tongue drips poison. ~ John Quincy Adams,
979:How are we supposed to win?” Fletcher took a deep breath and looked him right in the eye. “We train. ~ Taran Matharu,
980:I take a giant breath, roll my anger up into a red rubber ball, and mentally kick it out into space. ~ Gillian Flynn,
981:It was a rare man who could effectively threaten a bloke and tease a brother in the same breath. ~ Kristi Ann Hunter,
982:It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath
It will be short, it will not be simple ~ Adrienne Rich,
983:love is..." a falme in the dark. a breath of warmth on a winter's night.a star that guides you home. ~ Richelle Mead,
984:My breath hovers over the river of God - / Softly I set my foot / On the path to my long home. ~ Else Lasker Schuler,
985:One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
986:O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone! ~ William Shakespeare,
987:Our grandfathers had to run, run, run. My generation's out of breath. We ain't running no more. ~ Stokely Carmichael,
988:The breath is the first tool for opening the space between the story you tell yourself about love. ~ Sharon Salzberg,
989:We are one sour breath of night and day, then dirt and stars, but we're holding the new morning. ~ Bruce Springsteen,
990:We're always one breath away from something, living or dying, sometimes it just can't be helped. ~ Heather Gudenkauf,
991:When you are mindful of Spirit and connecting to the breath with an open heart, that is yoga. ~ Dashama Konah Gordon,
992:An athlete learns how to hold her breath, but that doesn't work in singing. You have to learn to relax. ~ Cathy Rigby,
993:Bill could smell Its breath and it was a smell like exploded animals lying on the highway at midnight. ~ Stephen King,
994:December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory... ~ John Geddes,
995:December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory. ~ John J Geddes,
996:Did you know,” he said, his breath warm on my cheek, “that that is the first time anyone has ever told ~ Aimee Carter,
997:He took a deep breath, as if he were taking the air from my own lungs and swallowing it for himself. ~ Alyson Richman,
998:I don’t deserve her at all. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting her more than I want my next breath. ~ Meghan March,
999:I was screaming into the canyon at the moment of my death; the echo I created outlasted my last breath. ~ Fiona Apple,
1000:may the Force be with you all while we wait with bated breath for Star Wars: The Force Awakens! ~ John Jackson Miller,
1001:Oh God,” she mumbles, her breath in my ear making me shiver. “He’s busy right now, so you got me instead. ~ Ker Dukey,
1002:Running is a simple activity. Just lace up your shoes and go, one step at a time, like each breath. ~ Adharanand Finn,
1003:The heart also needs to breathe, and the breath of the heart is none other than the remembrance of God. ~ Hamza Yusuf,
1004:This is a place between, Susannah; a place where shadows are cancelled and time holds its breath. Then ~ Stephen King,
1005:We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped. ~ Heather Gudenkauf,
1006:Who will lie on her back and let her last breath curl up to the ceiling as a curse upon the invaders. ~ Anthony Doerr,
1007:You’re one breath away from totally losing your shit. Accept the torment that is physical comfort. ~ Kristen Callihan,
1008:A wayward wind drew a wintry breath across the scene with a sound like a gasp, shivering the grasses. ~ Steven Erikson,
1009:Before anything else, you have received breath - the gift of life itself. The first word about you is GIFT. ~ Rob Bell,
1010:But most of all . . .” He took a deep breath. “Most of all . . . I fucking hate that I want you so much. ~ Tillie Cole,
1011:For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error. ~ William Shakespeare,
1012:From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good set of lungs and air to fill them with... p 1 ~ Leif Enger,
1013:Getting old is like climbing a mountain; you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better! ~ Ingrid Bergman,
1014:I remember some of the sets on "Alexander" were extraordinary and it would just take your breath away. ~ Colin Farrell,
1015:I took a deep breath. The alligators were halfway up to my ass. Might as well let 'em keep climbing. ~ Suzanne Johnson,
1016:I took a month long vacation in the stratosphere, and you know it's very hard to hold your breath. ~ Bruce Springsteen,
1017:It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow ~ Lilith Saintcrow,
1018:I wish I had a horse; then I could run for miles in this splendid air, and not lose my breath." Jo ~ Louisa May Alcott,
1019:I would have given anything in the world for that smile and that breath, to have not been his very last. ~ T M Frazier,
1020:Let's hold hands and brave this beautiful, crazy life together with a sweet smile and a calm breath. ~ Colleen Saidman,
1021:Mind is the king of the senses; breath is the king of the mind; and the nerves are king of the breath. ~ B K S Iyengar,
1022:my breath literally caught in my chest. I had never seen anyone, male or female, so beautiful in my life. ~ Lane Hayes,
1023:Now, children, watch closely. Hold your breath. Listen. And I will show you the components of calamity. ~ Jay Kristoff,
1024:Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings. ~ George Eliot,
1025:SPRING COMES INTO Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things ~ Sebastian Barry,
1026:Such is the power of death -- to strip away breath and transform a person into an airy abstraction. ~ Anita Rau Badami,
1027:...that breath of relief that there is someone in the world, finally, who understands what hurts you. ~ Lysley Tenorio,
1028:The breath of the enchanted wind mingles the fresh scent of the lilacs with the fragrance of the past. ~ Marcel Proust,
1029:There are times when the world holds its breath, waiting to see what men and women of courage will do. ~ Eric Greitens,
1030:Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation, while writing needs to breathe and move. ~ Anne Lamott,
1031:Don’t worry yourself, Rosasharn. Take your breath in when you need it, an’ let it go when you need to. ~ John Steinbeck,
1032:Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end. ~ Juliet Marillier,
1033:He sucked in a shocked breath. If he had on a string of pearls I felt certain he would have clutched them. ~ Penny Reid,
1034:He was so beautiful. I felt something catch in my chest and knew it was just him, taking my breath away. ~ Mia Sheridan,
1035:...I meant it then and I mean it now and I shall mean it with every breath until my last. I love you. ~ Deanna Raybourn,
1036:Ma and Pa stood over Jake as he sat on the ground, catching his breath and still holding Emmie’s rag doll. ~ Dan Abnett,
1037:More than anything I want to be fit so I don't get out of breath when I play football with the kids. ~ Stella McCartney,
1038:She knelt down, her breath stinking of cigarettes and alcohol. It was his mother’s signature aroma. ~ Caroline Mitchell,
1039:She's the fire in my veins, the breath in my lungs, and the glue trying to hold each of my scars together. ~ Nyrae Dawn,
1040:Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it. ~ Timothy Egan,
1041:So tell me, Jane, are you cold?” His lips brushed hers and he said through a hot breath, “Or turned on? ~ Rachel Gibson,
1042:...the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her. ~ Laini Taylor,
1043:The Scottish Labour Party, while I have breath in my body, will listen to the views of trade unionists. ~ Johann Lamont,
1044:Your sweet thank-you touches my heart, take my breath away, my only love. This day is only I have got. ~ Santosh Kalwar,
1045:And still,
Your mouth on my mouth
Is a thought as fresh as
Melting icicles away
With my breath ~ Shinji Moon,
1046:During meditation your metabolism and your breath rate go down to a level of rest, twice that of deep sleep. ~ Mike Love,
1047:Every ounce of breath we inhale is invention and every ounce of breath we exhale could be re-invention. ~ Santosh Kalwar,
1048:Everything inside of me stops—my heart, my breath. Then it all kicks up again,
hard and insistent. ~ Kristen Callihan,
1049:His touch could never fail to make me feel desire; yet his hot, sweet breath also made me want to vomit. ~ James Baldwin,
1050:It's inside you, swimming in the marrow of your bones. Pumping through your heart. In each breath you take. ~ Riley Hart,
1051:Love is such a deep gratitude. When you are truly in love with life, every breath you take is gratitude. ~ Bryant McGill,
1052:My sister had blown out the candle in our breath.That meant our wishes were definitely going to come true ~ Sara Shepard,
1053:On a breath, he leaned forward. It was such a small space to close. Such an infinite distance to cross. ~ Meredith Duran,
1054:Stand before his grave and use your gift of breath to complain of your limited time. If you dare. ~ Lois McMaster Bujold,
1055:Trying to avoid media messages is like holding your breath to avoid air pollution—it’s not going to happen. ~ Bren Brown,
1056:While democracy must have its organizations and controls, its vital breath is individual liberty. ~ Charles Evans Hughes,
1057:All natural happiness thus seems infected with a contradiction. The breath of the sepulchre surrounds it. ~ William James,
1058:And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath. ~ Mark Doty,
1059:Be with those who help your being. Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouths. ~ Rumi,
1060:Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child. ~ Mark Lawrence,
1061:Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. ~ Matthew Quick,
1062:For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error. ~ William Shakespeare,
1063:He's a hot bath, a short breath, five days of summer pressed into five fingers writing stories on my body. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
1064:Holy Hecate, petals, branches, and breath," Tamani swore, his face lined with concern. "You can do that? ~ Aprilynne Pike,
1065:I couldn't make every song about Texas because it wouldn't be new; it wouldn't be a breath of fresh air. ~ Chamillionaire,
1066:I’d let you stab a knife in my heart if it pleased you, and I’d lie there loving you until my last breath. ~ Lisa Kleypas,
1067:I grasped for breath, what was this obscure, veiled existence I was living? Was it life or was it death? ~ Jill Thrussell,
1068:It's like swimming, underwater, this whole year. I just close my eyes. hold my breath, and keep kicking. ~ Laura Moriarty,
1069:it will be the kind of pain that won’t feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away. ~ Gayle Forman,
1070:Morning, noon and night, I loved Grace Astor, but she always took my breath away first thing in the morning. ~ Louise Bay,
1071:Rigg," said Father, "you're so smart and so dumb at the same time that it almost takes my breath awway ~ Orson Scott Card,
1072:She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. ~ Kelly Creagh,
1073:Something feels different. How can one little moment, one tiny touch, one quickening breath change so much? ~ Carian Cole,
1074:THE HAZMAT SUIT was stifling and Luca Ginelli could barely catch his breath as he studied the monitors. ~ Nick Stephenson,
1075:There's no life for me anymore without you, Kat. I'll protect you until my very last breath. I swear it. ~ Gina L Maxwell,
1076:The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart. ~ Tennessee Williams,
1077:When one made love to zero
spheres embraced their arches
and prime numbers caught their breath... ~ Raymond Queneau,
1078:Why do you not fight when there is still breath and blood within you? Why do you not trumpet and flail? ~ Brooke Bolander,
1079:With life as short as a half taken breath,Don't plant anything but Love. ~ Jalaluddin RumiBlessings to all dear hearts ❤️,
1080:With that, he looked over his shoulder.
Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered. ~ J R Ward,
1081:With what I thought was my last breath, I told him not to hurt her, and hoped he had heard my weak voice. ~ Rebekkah Ford,
1082:You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. ~ Chuck Palahniuk,
1083:As we free our breath through diaphragmatic breathing, we relax our emotions and let go our body tensions. ~ Gay Hendricks,
1084:At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne,
1085:Cress . . . " He seemed torn, but also hopeful and unguarded. He took a deep breath. "She looked like you. ~ Marissa Meyer,
1086:DO ANYTHING! SOMETHING! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with every breath you take. ~ Matthew Quick,
1087:Eisenhower on LBJ: "He hadn't got the depth of mind nor the breath vision to carry great responsibility. ~ David Pietrusza,
1088:face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I’m looking at him ~ Lauren Oliver,
1089:For me, listening to my breath in between the lines, allows me to be in deep connection to my spirit. ~ Giancarlo Esposito,
1090:Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin. ~ Salman Rushdie,
1091:History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took. ~ Robin Hobb,
1092:I pull in a deep breath, lean forward, press my lips into his and say softly, "I think you're everything. ~ Deborah Bladon,
1093:I teach myself to control the forward fall. Sometimes there’s a breath in the trees that crowd the lakeshore ~ Nate Pritts,
1094:I think Charles Manson was a hair's breath away from just being a terrorist. He wanted to start a war, too. ~ Patty Hearst,
1095:Judith took a deep breath. "Aye, you captured Iain's wife," she said again. "But he married your daughter. ~ Julie Garwood,
1096:Just looking at him makes me short of breath, makes me want to cry, makes me want to rage and scream. ~ Alaya Dawn Johnson,
1097:One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence. ~ Karen Marie Moning,
1098:Our breath is brief, and being so
Let's make our heaven here below,
And lavish kindness as we go. ~ Robert W Service,
1099:Run while you can, Cat. With every breath you take, this pirate is becoming less willing to let you go. ~ Elizabeth Lowell,
1100:Some mornings I thought I saw your worry frost our blankets, hang in the air with your cloudy breath. ~ Alaya Dawn Johnson,
1101:That's what you get. Every heartbeat. Every fucking breath. Everything I am and everything I have is yours. ~ Meghan March,
1102:The integration of movement, breath, and voice helps to integrate and balance the body, mind, and emotions. ~ Roger Jahnke,
1103:The morning is not my time. Darkness is my friend. A vacuum is my breath. I must be saying goodbye soon. ~ Haruki Murakami,
1104:This spicy historical will steal your breath, and capture your heart.
-Susan Sigler, Love Romance Passion ~ Terry Spear,
1105:Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul. ~ Susan Wiggs,
1106:A good leader is always learning. The great leaders start learning young and continue until their last breath. ~ Bill Walsh,
1107:As the drowning man pants hard for breath, so must ones heart yearn for the Lord before one can find Him. ~ Sri Ramakrishna,
1108:Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard. ~ Helene Cixous,
1109:Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard. ~ H l ne Cixous,
1110:I closed my eyes, sucked in breath and felt like a slut.
This was mainly because I was acting like one. ~ Kristen Ashley,
1111:I could take care of you," he said, his breath hot against her neck. "We could care about each other." -Nick ~ Daniel Marks,
1112:In the space, the pause between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home inside me. ~ Tyler Knott Gregson,
1113:I took another breath and relaxed. “Huh. I can see what everyone’s been going on about. You stink, Jacob. ~ Stephenie Meyer,
1114:Language is our body and our breath, our world and our thought, our perception and even out unconscious. ~ Philippe Sollers,
1115:Mina held her breath as Jared's eyes flickered between them, the longest pause in the history of long pauses. ~ Chanda Hahn,
1116:One breath taken completely; one poem, fully written, fully read - in such a moment, anything can happen. ~ Jane Hirshfield,
1117:Our kisses were so full of need, so long, so fierce that I could hardly gasp for breath.
(Calla and Ren) ~ Andrea Cremer,
1118:She could be a tap-dancing, cross dressing, Frank Sinatra fan and he would be pleased she continued to breath. ~ C L Bevill,
1119:She took a breath. That breath stole mine. I'd never seen anything so beautiful and broken. Not in all my life ~ Staci Hart,
1120:Still, the days were endurable and came and went like breath with only a few deep heaves to harm the pace. ~ William H Gass,
1121:That has my breath catching as I stare up at him. We are lovers and old friends and strangers all at once. ~ Laura Thalassa,
1122:There were carollers singing beside King’s College Chapel as we passed, their breath smoking with the song. ~ Robin Stevens,
1123:The sun climbs the horizon. I throw back the covers, take another breath, and begin. I get to. I get to live. ~ Ann Voskamp,
1124:The values a man must cherish as his life-breath are: Truth, Righteousness, Peace, Love and Non violence. ~ Sathya Sai Baba,
1125:You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it. ~ Holly Black,
1126:Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep? ~ Rabindranath Tagore,
1127:As the master builder of your own life, build an open space, with room for your soul to breath, and be free. ~ Bryant McGill,
1128:As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue ~ William Shakespeare,
1129:By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth” (Ps. 33:6 NIV). ~ Robert Morris,
1130:Don't tell me." Shades of a healthy Baldair returned as he wheezed for breath. "You two did the do on my couch. ~ Elise Kova,
1131:He wanted her with everything he had—every heartbeat, every breath, every empty moment she wasn’t by his side. ~ Darcy Burke,
1132:His eyes were kind. Ace caught her breath. When had she last noticed kindness in another human being? Never. ~ Elaine Levine,
1133:If I had one last breath left, I would use it to tell you how much I love you, because I do, and I always will. ~ Sandi Lynn,
1134:If I Had To Choose Between Loving You and Breathing, Then I Would Use My Last Breath To Tell You That I Love You ~ Anonymous,
1135:I'm waiting with bated breath to hear what you'll say next." "Ah, sarcasm, how refreshing," he said pleasantly. ~ Jen Turano,
1136:In a modern society people can live without hope only when kept dazed and out of breath by incessant hustling. ~ Eric Hoffer,
1137:I pause to catch my breath, looking around at all the toys he's paid for and never once enjoyed with his son. ~ Nicola Kraus,
1138:It means freedom. Something I’ll never have. My destiny was built for me before I sucked in my first breath. ~ Katie McGarry,
1139:Oh she wanted him bad. More than her next breath or even more than she’d ever wanted another man in her life. ~ Milly Taiden,
1140:She did not hit me.”  Huffing a breath, Morgan gazed at the ceiling.  “I tried to kiss her, and she bit me. ~ Barbara Devlin,
1141:She felt invisible shackles snaking around her wrists and ankles, took a deep breath and said.............. ~ Taylor Stevens,
1142:The body of the earth is of the nature of a fish... because it draws water as its breath instead of air. ~ Leonardo da Vinci,
1143:The length and breath of our influence on others are directly related to the depth of our concern for them. ~ John C Maxwell,
1144:Under his breath, he repeated the words of Xenophon: “Anger undermines effective communication with your horse. ~ Jojo Moyes,
1145:We, who pay dearly for every breath of pure, fresh air, must guard against the tendency to fetter the future. ~ Emma Goldman,
1146:Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson,
1147:When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass. ~ Anne Michaels,
1148:When indeed it is in God we live, and move, and have our being. We cannot draw a breath without his help. ~ Jonathan Edwards,
1149:With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me. ~ Jarod Kintz,
1150:In a moment, a breath, we passed the rock in the road that until that moment had served as the border of my life. ~ Anonymous,
1151:I never like being touched, ever. People used to say I held my breath when they were hugging me. I still do. ~ Angelina Jolie,
1152:It must be horny douchebag day,” she mumbled under her breath as she slid the bag’s strap up on her shoulder. ~ Dennis Sharpe,
1153:I took a deep breath and said: “I fell in love with a vampire.”

And like that, I was blinded by light. ~ Richelle Mead,
1154:I've never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn't take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment. ~ Colin Farrell,
1155:Love is magic. And you, my dear, are so in love; why, it shows in your every action, in your every breath. ~ Rachel Van Dyken,
1156:Music is the true breath of life. We eat so we won't starve to death. We sing so we can hear ourselves live. ~ Yasmina Khadra,
1157:My purpose in life is to give you pleasure. I want that more than my own breath. To see your face when you cum. ~ Celia Aaron,
1158:She blows out a breath and raises her finger to point at me, and I can tell she’s about to ream me a new one. ~ Tammy Falkner,
1159:She was the girl I was in love with.
The girl I would always be in love with.
Until my very last breath. ~ T M Frazier,
1160:Sorry,” I say. I get my butt in motion and explain, “I spaced out.” I chuckle and catch my breath. “Literally. ~ Jenn Bennett,
1161:Still the mind. Inhale peace. Let go of worries. Exhale stress. Notice the breath. Connect to all. Embrace calm. ~ Mary Davis,
1162:The basic line in any good verse is cadenced... building it around the natural breath structures of speech. ~ Kenneth Rexroth,
1163:The Dragon hissed under his breath with annoyance: how dare a chimaera inconvenience him, coming out of season. ~ Naomi Novik,
1164:The pain in his chest grew so intense it took his breath away. So this is what a broken heart feels like. ~ Melanie Dickerson,
1165:This my personal death?—
That my lungs be failing
To inhale the breath
Others are exhaling? ~ Edna St Vincent Millay,
1166:With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.
 ~ Jarod Kintz,
1167:5 We live not by the breath that flows in And flows out, but by him who causes the breath To flow in and flow out. ~ Anonymous,
1168:A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson,
1169:agapi mou, zoi mou.” I took a shallow breath. “What does that mean?” “It means, ‘my love, my life’.” I ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
1170:For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life. ~ Robin Hobb,
1171:Gratitude is not a mere word; it is not a mere concept. It is the living breath of your real existence on earth. ~ Sri Chinmoy,
1172:I need solitude, which is to say, recovery, return to my self, the breath of a free, light, playful air. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
1173:I smell it again, his scent. The calming aroma. The one that’s become my new favorite. I take a deeper breath. ~ Katie McGarry,
1174:I told you, E; we should have brought the explosives,' Xander grumbled underneath his breath in good humor. ~ Rachel Higginson,
1175:I want to breath the same air as you every minute of every day of my life. No matter how many timelines I live. ~ Blake Crouch,
1176:Smile… Even when your life is at its worst, you never know when you’ll meet the one who takes your breath away! ~ Jessica Biel,
1177:Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath. ~ Henry David Thoreau,
1178:Sometimes it's the same moments that take your breath away that breathe purpose and love back into your life. ~ Steve Maraboli,
1179:There's a fine line between love and hate.Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it. ~ Cecelia Ahern,
1180:You are not The Giver of My Heart’s Desire.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “You are my heart’s desire. ~ Julianne Donaldson,
1181:A breath of sound across the landing, almost imperceptible, like a shadow moving against blackness; then nothing. ~ Tana French,
1182:breath, pressed an ear against his chest and took the poor fellow’s pulse. While he worked, he asked about the ~ Michael Chabon,
1183:But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave. ~ Muhammad Iqbal,
1184:Hesitated. She looked at the ceiling. Took in a breath. Met his gaze again. “It’s me, Kai. I’m Princess Selene. ~ Marissa Meyer,
1185:He took a step closer, his breath falling on my face. “You can do whatever the fuck you want. You have a long leash. ~ L J Shen,
1186:I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home. ~ Jennifer Weiner,
1187:I feel certain that words
can be as human
as people,
with the breath
of compassion. ~ Margarita Engle,
1188:Liberty is the soul's right to breathe and, when it cannot take a long breath, laws are girdled too tight. ~ Henry Ward Beecher,
1189:Pain was not a pleasant thing to live with, not day after day, night upon night, not with every damned breath. ~ Steven Erikson,
1190:Right now, all he wanted --- almost more than his next breath --- was to have Darcy in his bed.
Under him. ~ Samantha Chase,
1191:See clearly that the breath takes place in this vast open space of Awareness, not in an imagined, confined body. ~ Rupert Spira,
1192:shuddered out a long breath. She’d gone all the way down Weird Street and made a hard left onto Crazytrain Avenue. ~ Laura Kaye,
1193:There is a moment in every dawn when light floats, there is the possibility of magic. Creation hold its breath. ~ Douglas Adams,
1194:There's no single more powerful or simpler daily practice to further your health and well being than breath work. ~ Andrew Weil,
1195:Three things I know this second: I have morning breath, I’m naked and I’m waking up next to a boy I don’t know. ~ Daisy Whitney,
1196:Zane stole her breath and her common sense with just a smile. When he actually touched her, it was even worse. ~ Nicole Edwards,
1197:A curl your toes, steal your breath, heart-pounding, stomach dropping, lose track of time, perfect kind of kiss. ~ Sariah Wilson,
1198:All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body. ~ Hildegard of Bingen,
1199:Drawing in a deep breath, she smacked his bare ass. Hard. "Aidan Fitzgerald, you better fuck me like you mean it! ~ Katie Ashley,
1200:Each day was one breath at a time. I couldn’t think much further than that, otherwise I’d choke on the air. ~ Brittainy C Cherry,
1201:Flow is letting nothing obstruct the breath. Practice flow through a complete exhale in every way in your being. ~ Judith Orloff,
1202:He did just spell out the particulars of an incestuous menage a trois in the same breath he used to order wine. ~ Michelle Gable,
1203:Her warm breath, her cheeks wet with tears. All the lost possibilities, all the time that was never to return. ~ Haruki Murakami,
1204:If you are really into waiting, try holding your breath for Jesus, 'cause I hear the payoff may be that much greater. ~ Axl Rose,
1205:Imagine who she would be if we unleashed her onto the world. I think she would rip the breath from all of us. ~ Melina Marchetta,
1206:Meditation is the breath of your soul. Just as breathing is the life of the body, meditation is the life of the soul. ~ Rajneesh,
1207:my breath sour against my fist, which I still held to my mouth as if this was a sorrow that could be stifled. ~ Melanie Benjamin,
1208:Nothing is empty void, while air is what fills all else. It is breath and life and spirit, the words we speak. ~ Madeline Miller,
1209:She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air. ~ Holly Black,
1210:Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone. ~ Alan Watts,
1211:Take a deep breath, listen to your favorite song and realize everything is gonna be okay, nothing is permanent. ~ Camila Cabello,
1212:The best things in life are nearest, breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson,
1213:the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. ~ Herman Melville,
1214:There is a moment in every dawn when light floats, there is the possibility of magic. Creation holds its breath. ~ Douglas Adams,
1215:To resist change, to try to cling to life, is therefore like holding your breath: if you persist you kill yourself. ~ Alan Watts,
1216:When someone asks me, 'What do you do?' under my breath I want to say, 'Ask my f--king bank account what I do,' ~ Kim Kardashian,
1217:You will never live to my age without you keep yourselves in breath with exercise, and in heart with joyfulness. ~ Philip Sidney,
1218:Actors worry about bad breath, weight, receding hairlines and why their leading lady looks like their daughter. ~ Matthew Ashford,
1219:All we can do is try, do our best. Give as much time as we have to give, one day at a time. One breath at a time ~ Jasinda Wilder,
1220:Are you ready, daughter of Indra?' it asked.
'Nope,' said Aru. She took a deep breath. 'But let's go anyway. ~ Roshani Chokshi,
1221:breath for a count of four—one, two, three, four. The breathing method many therapists and mindfulness practitioners ~ Bren Brown,
1222:But I need solitude--which is to say, recovery, return to myself, the breath of a free, light, playful air. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche,
1223:Children were way more intense than adults. Their emotions were raw and amplified, often cutting my breath short. ~ Bella Forrest,
1224:Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait. ~ Isaac Marion,
1225:eyes are zeroed in on mine, their lost, lonely gaze causing my heart to pang in response as I try to take a breath. ~ Gail McHugh,
1226:I consider him of no account who esteems himself just as the popular breath may chance to raise him. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
1227:I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait. ~ Tammara Webber,
1228:I knew the answer, and--of course--so did Ramses. He has superb breath control and always gets in ahead of me. ~ Elizabeth Peters,
1229:Just like humans aren’t aware of the smell of their own breath, dogs seem to tune out the smell of their own pee. ~ Gregory Berns,
1230:Nothing of value is free. Even the breath of life is purchased at birth only through gasping effort and pain. ~ Robert A Heinlein,
1231:Okay, take a deep breath, I told myself. Don't go all hormonal. Get the facts straight. Have a mental doughnut. ~ Janet Evanovich,
1232:Open every door gently and with kindness even if you have the power to crash the door with only your breath! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1233:She longed for the hour when she could relax and release the breath she seemed to have been holding for years. She ~ Tricia Goyer,
1234:soon enough” had grown old years ago, that “at length” was sick and frail, that “finally” was a dying breath ~ Julianne Donaldson,
1235:A big, relaxing breath moved my chest up and down slowly as I fell asleep next to the second woman I’d ever loved. ~ Jamie McGuire,
1236:And because of who we are we react in mock surprise.
The curse of there must be more so don't breath here. ~ Steven John Wilson,
1237:...and we turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on. ~ Stephen King,
1238:At your next breath each of you will probably inhale half a dozen or so of the molecules of Caesar’s last breath. ~ Arthur Compton,
1239:Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face. ~ Suzanne Collins,
1240:But that’s the thing.” Simon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re changing. You’re making amends. I’m not. ~ Riley Hart,
1241:Dragons chew eucalyptus leaves?’ ‘Believe me,’ Zoë said, ‘if you had dragon breath, you would chew eucalyptus, too. ~ Rick Riordan,
1242:Each passing moment, every breath I took, I was worried I’d hear a tick, but not live long enough to hear its tock. ~ Cameron Jace,
held my breath
as we do
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us... ~ Mary Oliver,
1244:I love you wildly, madly, completely, Fiona Archer," he growled, then groaned on a broken breath. "I love you always. ~ Penny Reid,
1245:I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it. ~ Banana Yoshimoto,
1246:There is nothing
prettier in the
whole wide world
than a girl
in love
with every breath she takes. ~ Atticus Poetry,
1247: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,
1248:To resist change, to try to cling to life, is therefore like holding your breath: if you persist you kill yourself. ~ Alan W Watts,
1249:You can't belittle a person in one breath and then expect them to grow self-respect and self-reliance with the next. ~ Tim Greaton,
1250:A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death? ~ William Wordsworth,
1251:Breathing is our participation with the cosmic dance. When our breath is in harmony, cosmos nourishes us in every sense. ~ Amit Ray,
1252:breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath.
I wish I could be like that, or love could be like that. ~ David Levithan,
1253:Draw a breath,
a deep breath,
now hold it, my friends,
hold it long
for the world
the world drowns. ~ Steven Erikson,
1254:He had never bothered to count time before, but he started to now, and it began with counting each breath she took. ~ Thea Harrison,
1255:He looked windblown and out of breath and ... virile. What a horrid, shocking word. Where had that thought come from? ~ Mary Balogh,
1256:He pressed his forehead against hers as he drew in a ragged breath. “I think I’m going to want to keep you. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
1257:hungry for breath
like a kite falling stray,
the wire grows slack
the child within pulls at the empty air. ~ Jack Campbell,
1258:In sitting meditation, our practice is to watch our thoughts arise, label them "thinking", and return to the breath. ~ Pema Ch dr n,
1259:It just all of a sudden came over me, so that in one breath I was lost and a stranger, and in the next I was found. ~ Wendell Berry,
1260:I took in a deep breath and let it out.
He had my back. He had my front. He had my family.
He had my heart. ~ Kristen Ashley,
1261:I went through one period when I smoked a surprising, a really breath-taking, amount of grass almost every night. ~ David Letterman,
1262:Sometimes a joke that doesn't work just needs a breath or a little word or the tiniest little change to be fixed. ~ Sarah Silverman,
1263:Speech is the resuscitation breath for living corpses and the water of life for those who want to live forever. ~ M Fethullah G len,
1264:The icy sword of the square-toed one had cut off his breath and left his hands in a pose of agonizing protest. ~ Zora Neale Hurston,
1265:Then, between the heartbreak and the loneliness, there was love. So open and intense it stole Levana’s breath away. ~ Marissa Meyer,
1266:There goes the meanest man ever God blew breath into,” murmured Calpurnia, and she spat meditatively into the yard. We ~ Harper Lee,
1267:The wind is like the golden breath of the world; when it blows, we feel that the world is alive and so are we! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan,
1268:When it’s happening it is too beautiful, too overwhelming, and you can feel it’s being lost with every breath you take. ~ Anne Rice,
1269:Your breath is your power. Whether you realize it or not, you derive all your personal power from your breath. ~ Catherine Carrigan,
1270:Alec’s breath caught. He found he could not stop holding it, as if he could save it for the child Magnus had been. ~ Cassandra Clare,
1271:Blowing out a breath, she glanced down at Liam. He lifted his head and smiled at her. Good God, look at those teeth. ~ Thea Harrison,
1272:I'll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don't want to die without you knowing that. ~ Kiera Cass,
1273:I’ll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don’t want to die without you knowing that. ~ Kiera Cass,
1274:I smile. "I thought time was nothing but an illusion."
He takes in a raspy breath. "It was until i got more of it. ~ S R Johannes,
1275:My heart - which, thrilled at my daring, had held its breath for a moment or two - began suddenly to beat quite wildly ~ Donna Tartt,
1276:Number: I love you more. I love you with every breath I take and every heartbeat I live. I love you more every day. ~ Pepper Winters,
1277:Please, just tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much that he died every night just to let her breath. ~ Anonymous,
1278:Psalm 33:6 says, “By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, and all the host of them by the breath of His mouth. ~ Derek Prince,
1279:The problem with meddling,” said Charles under his breath, “is that for every problem you solve, you create two more. ~ Kate Elliott,
1280:There is a moment in every dawn when light floats, there is the possibility of magic. Creation holds its breath. The ~ Douglas Adams,
1281:There is nothing
prettier in the
whole wide world
than a girl
in love
with every breath she takes. ~ Atticus Poetry,
1282:Why anyone needed to hold her breath above water was beyond me, but when I make things up, I rarely have a filter. ~ Chelsea Handler,
1283:Yes, Darkstripe,” Firepaw mewed, dipping his head submissively. He turned and muttered “Dirtstripe!” under his breath, ~ Erin Hunter,
1284:You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one! ~ Cherise Sinclair,
1285:All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish. ~ William James,
1286:Allow your head to be quiet. Allow it to be still. Just for an hour and half. Just deal with your body & your breath. ~ Colin Farrell,
1287:And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes. ~ Dante Alighieri,
1288:And can I just say that skulking is exhausting. All that squatting and breath-holding and slow shuffling forward. ~ Lindsey Fairleigh,
1289:A wave would arrive, all out of breath, but, as it had nothing to report, it would disperse in apologetic salaams. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,
1290:Before Zane could do anything but draw a breath, Ty kissed him again, right there in the middle of baggage claim. Zane ~ Abigail Roux,
1291:Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts. ~ Greg Behrendt,
1292:Each of us have a gift, you see, given us freely by the universe. And each of us with every breath gives something back ~ Kim Stanley,
1293:I began to see my life and each breath I am given as a living prayer to God and a way to pray for others for our world. ~ Mary C Neal,
1294:If you're at a dead end, take a deep breath, stamp your foot, and shout "Begin!" You never know where it will take you. ~ Twyla Tharp,
1295:I see [my pen] as an extension of my musculature. It's like being a painter. It's the closest I can get to my breath. ~ Spalding Gray,
1296:Oh! what a superior man," said Candide below his breath. "What a great genius is this Pococurante! Nothing can please him. ~ Voltaire,
1297:Prayer is the vital breath of the Christian; not the thing that makes him alive, but the evidence that he is alive. ~ Oswald Chambers,
1298:Sadness is
Steam rising
Tears falling
A breath you take in
But can't let out
As hard as you try. ~ Patricia MacLachlan,
1299:The body loaded by the excess of yesterday, depresses the mind also, and fixes to the ground this particle of divine breath. ~ Horace,
1300:The world goes on, boy, desptie how desperately we may want it to stop for just a moment so that we can catch our breath. ~ S M Boyce,
1301:[U]ntil his last breath no one can wrest from a man his freedom to take one or another attitude toward his destiny. ~ Viktor E Frankl,
1302:but rumours are like germs. They spread and multiply almost in a breath and, before you know it, everyone is contaminated. ~ C J Tudor,
1303:Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
1304:Every person deserve a haven, Grace, a place they ca go to breath fresh air, because sometimes life can be toxic. ~ Brittainy C Cherry,
1305:If your priests are right,” said Viviane calmly, “I am already thoroughly damned and you may save your breath. ~ Marion Zimmer Bradley,
1306:I hear laughter and suck in a breath when I realize it’s mine … and his. Together. It sounds nice. Kind of like music. ~ Katie McGarry,
1307:In a word, adventure to Chapman is the breath of life. Given adventure he has the courage to achieve the unbelievable. ~ Ben Macintyre,
1308:I was merely cursing, under my breath, God and man, under my breath, and the wet Saturday afternoon of my conception. ~ Samuel Beckett,
1309:I wouldn't give myself any advice, because advice is kinda bullshit. Take a deep breath and don't take any of it too seriously. ~ Cher,
1310:Jane couldn't seem to catch her breath. (And it wasn't just that her corset was too tight, although it was. Extremely.) ~ Cynthia Hand,
1311:Most people are completely unaware of their breath. They violate your space, they have no idea that they have halitosis. ~ Larry David,
1312:No matter how long your journey appears to be, there is never more than this: one step, one breath, one moment... Now. ~ Eckhart Tolle,
1313:Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks. ~ Joe Bousquet,
1314:O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. ~ William Shakespeare,
1315:Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
1316:Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath.
'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you? ~ Rob Thurman,
1317:She let out a long, slow breath and admitted to herself that she had fallen completely, irreversibly in love with him. ~ Ruth Cardello,
1318:She stepped closer to him, and he could feel her breath against his face, and it was cold and lifeless. “Give up, Will. ~ Sam Sisavath,
1319:The breath of desire and pleasure so ravages the world that it has extinguished the torch of knowledge and understanding. ~ Baha-ullah,
1320:The breath, prayers, and libido of the fingertip must somehow be transferred to the neutral indifference of the key. ~ Russell Sherman,
1321:To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee. ~ Herman Melville, the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. ~ Herman Melville,
1323:Why do they say ghosts are cold? Mine are warm, a breath dampening your cheek, a voice when you thought you were alone. ~ Julie Buntin,
1324:Why should one say that the machine does not live? It breathes, for its breath forms the atmosphere of some towns. ~ Benjamin Disraeli,
1325:A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots. ~ P G Wodehouse,
1326:And when they died, their names would disappear like their last breath, a curiosity for cemetery-goers and nothing more. ~ Brooke Davis,
1327:As long as we draw breath, we owe it to the ones we loved and lost to live out our lives without wasting them on regrets. ~ Sharon Sala,
1328:As soon as we pay attention to our breath, as we breathe in, these three things—body, breath, and mind—come together. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh,
1329:But only a brief moment
is granted to the brave
one breath or two, whose wage is
The long nights of the grave ~ Muhammad Iqbal,
1330:Damian had thieving, stealing contraband eyes, and when they fell on my mouth, they robbed me of all breath and thought. ~ Leylah Attar,
1331:I can't believe how much i love you, Ryan. It takes my breath away. It's like...not possible that this much love exists. ~ Kahlen Aymes,
1332:I want you, I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
1333:Our flag does not fly because the wind moves it. It flies with the last breath of each soldier who died protecting it. ~ Lani Lynn Vale,
1334:That Indian, sir, is an inhabitant of an oppressed country; and I am still, and shall be, to my last breath, one of them! ~ Jules Verne,
1335:The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live. ~ Lois Lowry,
1336:The future held its breath, waiting for Rincewind to walk away. He didn’t do this for three reasons. One was alcohol. ~ Terry Pratchett,
1337:The heart breaks when it has swelled too much in the warm breath of hope, then finds itself enclosed in cold reality. ~ Alexandre Dumas,
1338:The LORD God formed the man out of the dust from the ground and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils. Genesis 2:7 ~ Beth Moore,
1339:There are moments during the day when I just grind to a halt and simply cannot find the energy to draw another breath. ~ Tabitha Suzuma,
1340:There's nothing that sweetens the breath like a cedar toothpick, unless it's mint. And mint don't grow in these parts. ~ Larry McMurtry,
1341:They stand close for a while, not touching, but breathing each other's breath. The city is silent now, as if for peace. ~ Helen Dunmore,
1342:What we were together had become so much more powerful, a force that took my breath away and made everything secondary. ~ Meredith Wild,
1343:When there is not a breath of wind, the waters sometimes shudder as if from inside and take on the finish of washed silk. ~ Orhan Pamuk,
1344:Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction. ~ Dante Alighieri,
1345:You did… that… on purpose," she said, fighting for breath.
„Assuredly. You could not think I kissed you by accident. ~ Loretta Chase,
1346:About Pranayama ~ “Na aham” I am not this = out-breathing. “Koham” Who am I? = in-breathing. “Soham” I am He [She] = Retention of breath,
1347:Cultivate the attitude of gratitude. The attitude of gratitude is when you are grateful for every breath of life. ~ Harbhajan Singh Yogi,
1348:Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
1349:Don't hide from me, honey. You're so beautiful. You take my breath away. Never hide from me. You're too beautiful for that. ~ Maya Banks,
1350:Either they were stupid, or they were optimists. Most likely both. "I will outlive you all," I muttered under my breath. ~ Susin Nielsen,
1351:Every breath of life is a breath too of death. ~ Sri Aurobindo, Essays on the Gita, The Vision of the World-Spirit - Time the Destroyer,
1352:Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does. ~ George Bernard Shaw,
1353:For me, magic can be a story, a game, a puzzle, or a surprise that takes my breath away in a single, furious gulp. ~ Neil Patrick Harris,
1354:For men are held above their fellows by the gossamer of reputation, which is so soft and fragile a breath can blow it away. ~ Iain Pears,
1355:Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting. ~ Craig Thompson,
1356:How awful to have a passion so intense it dictates your every breath and yet to lack the moral backbone to pursue it. The ~ James Rhodes,
1357:I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. ~ Jandy Nelson,
1358:I’m like the monster that hides under your bed, waiting till the moment your breath evens out, and your eyes close to attack. ~ J L Beck,
1359:I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty. ~ Rachel Gibson,
1360:I prayed for her to leave so I could breath again.
I prayed for her to buy a book so I would have to talk to her. ~ Maggie Stiefvater,
1361:Just be sure you brush your teeth tonight. Morning breath is a fresh sea breeze compared to the hellitosis of blood breath. ~ Jaye Wells,
1362:LAYLA: "You boinked Lilith."
ROTH: "Boinked?" Roth chuckled under his breath and then said, "God, I love you. ~ Jennifer L Armentrout,
1363:One way to become aware many times during the day is to take a conscious breath. Doing so breaks the stream of thinking. ~ Eckhart Tolle,
1364:Praise is the 'breath' which gives us life, because it is intimacy with God, an intimacy that grows through daily praise. ~ Pope Francis,
1365:Red waves crashed over her head, the whole world spinning, turning, churning. No breath in her lungs. Blood in her mouth. ~ Jay Kristoff,
1366:Ross took a deep breath of the air, which was heavy with the smell of sea. He fancied he could hear the waves breaking. ~ Winston Graham,
1367:She’d stolen my breath many times, my heart what felt like ages ago, but tonight, she’d taken my soul and claimed it as hers. ~ Ace Gray,
1368:the human body is a miniature version of the universe - the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain. ~ Lisa See,
1369:The road to happiness starts with a deep breath and an awareness of the many blessings tied to that single breath. ~ Richelle E Goodrich,
1370:The sun and wind pour into the sheets on the line. There are bodies in the billowing, forms created and lost in a breath. ~ Lauren Groff,
1371:to say no. mean no. they take no from our first breath. go back and return it to your mouth. your heart. your light. – ~ Nayyirah Waheed,
1372:To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise. ~ Oliver Goldsmith,
1373:When the zipper snaps open, Ben pauses, his breath hot in my ear. "Janelle Tenner," he whispers. "I fucking love you. ~ Elizabeth Norris,
1374:You’re a good guy, Cam.”
“No, I’m not.” He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. “I’m only good with you. ~ J Lynn,
1375:You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive. ~ Sarah McLachlan,
1376:...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath. ~ Audrey Niffenegger,
1377:All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man. The air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. ~ Chief Seattle,
1378:Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces ~ Edgar Allan Poe,
1379:He cups my neck, his forehead resting against mine. Breath warm against my lips, he whispers, “Ava, you know my heart ~ Jay McLean,
1380:His laughter made me laugh, his thoughts made me think, and his silence made me listen to each intake of his breath. ~ Charlie N Holmberg,
1381:How often do we talk just to fill up the quiet space? How often do we waste our breath talking about nonsense? ~ Colleen Patrick Goudreau,
1382:I came into the music world in 1988 with a song called Ooh La La, that was like a breath of fresh air in Haitian music. ~ Michel Martelly,
1383:I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! And if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death... ~ James O Barr,
1384:I may not be skilled at eloquent oratory , but for muttering angrily under one's breath, I have never met a more capable man. ~ Eli Brown,
1385:Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard.
I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick,
1386:There was freedom in that wind. It rushed into Lang´s lungs, stealing away his breath and leaving a kiss from the sky behind. ~ Rhys Ford,
1387:Th-they’re following my tracks . . . ,” and she could feel her breath being stolen from her body. She was going to die! ~ Lindsay McKenna,
1388:What we don't recognize is that holding onto resentment is like holding onto your breath. You'll soon start to suffocate. ~ Deepak Chopra,
1389:With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you're connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live. ~ Sylvia Earle,
1390:All the body's systems and processes - your nerves, your emotions - take instruction from what is going on with your breath. ~ Tara Stiles,
1391:and consequently you are destroyed; while we, on the contrary, bend before the least breath of air, and therefore remain unbroken. ~ Aesop,
1392:Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? ~ Markus Zusak,
1393:Folded in your arms, I shall sink to sleep; Your hand shall close my eyes for ever, and your lips receive my dying breath. ~ Matthew Lewis,
1394:He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me? ~ Ilona Andrews,
1395:Meself I like a breath of air before I go to bed, same as I like a bite o' cheese or something before I take me teeth out. ~ Margery Sharp,
1396:My uncle wasted a great deal of breath in giving him directions, but worthy Hans took not the slightest notice of his words. ~ Jules Verne,
1397:No matter how strange things get, know that with every breath, you are becoming that which you have always been. ~ Eric Micha el Leventhal,
1398:One sweet world Around this star is spinning One sweet world And in her breath I'm swimming And here we will rest in peace ~ Dave Matthews,
1399:Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone. ~ Allen Ginsberg,
1400:The beauty of the earth is but a breath, and man is but a shadow. What sympathy should a holy preacher have with either? ~ Charles Dickens,
1401:The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late. ~ J L Carr,
1402:The only reason I get out of bed at all on weekends is because eventually I can't stand the taste of my own breath any more. ~ Jeff Kinney,
1403:There is love here, among you. Such love as takes my breath out of my body. There has even been enough love left for me. ~ Cassandra Clare,
1404:We have a saying in Vaan," Byern replied.
"In every breath, hope abides."
"Just keep breathing, little Crow. ~ Jay Kristoff,
1405:when every day was tainted by the foul breath of a fear that could not be faced forthrightly, yet could not be ignored. ~ Geraldine Brooks,
1406:When you focus on what you have, your ABUNDANCE increases. I started with my breath. Noticing being alive is a good start! ~ Oprah Winfrey,
1407:You are not nothing. You are everything to me…”
“You have stolen my breath,” I whispered.
… “You have stolen my heart. ~ Tillie Cole,
1408:You want to know of Death? Well, I shall save my breath. When you know Life, why then, We'll talk of Death again. Confucius ~ Amit Goswami,
1409:You were far away,” I whispered. “It was night. I could barely see you…” I hesitated. “But you still took my breath away. ~ Kristen Ashley,
1410:A clear conscience is, for me, an occupied conscience-never empty-the conscience of a man at work until his last breath. ~ Gaston Bachelard,
1411:*A kiss," said Mogget sleepy. "Accualy a breath might do. But you eventualy have to start kissing someone sometimes, I suppose. ~ Garth Nix,
1412:All my life I have regarded myself as one of Mozart's greatest admirers, and I will remain one until my last breath. ~ Ludwig van Beethoven,
1413:Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath. ~ Nhat Hanh,
It was a command. And order, and I pulled in a breath before he shoved himself back in, invading me, breaking me… ~ C D Reiss,
1415:But the process of being killed by another’s hand, planned out and set to schedule, was so unthinkable it stopped her breath. ~ Delia Owens,
1416:Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age. Maya ~ Harlan Coben,
1417:Dread,” he murmured, his breath caressing her cheek, “is only a feeling, easily squashed. But wolves, my dear, have teeth. ~ Claire Legrand,
1418:Every emotion is connected with the breath. If you change the breath, change the rhythm, you can change the emotion. ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar,
1419:His eyes have the wrong effect on me. They grind me to a powder and his smile is the breath that sends me in all directions. ~ Sarah Noffke,
1420:It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. ~ T S Eliot,
1421:I’ve never felt as strong as I do when I’m with you. I need you more than I need the truth, more than I need my next breath. ~ Julie Miller,
1422:O heavenly Father, protect and bless all things that have breath: guard them from all evil and let them sleep in peace. ~ Albert Schweitzer,
1423:Raisa's breath caught. "They clubbed you?"
"Well." He looked sideways at her. "If you were any good, they'd miss. ~ Cinda Williams Chima,
1424:The cold wind made it difficult to breathe, as if it could snatch your next breath before you had time to swallow it, and ~ Alice McDermott,
1425:The lesbian is a mental energy which gives breath and meaning to the most positive of images a woman can have of herself. ~ Nicole Brossard,
1426:There is only one immediate question:  Where is God? The immediate answer is: God is where My heart's love-breath is. ~ Sri Chinmoy,
1427:there was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of he young breath-giving air. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1428:We're both gasping for breath between our tears. It's intense. It's heartbreaking. It's devastating. It's ugly. It's over. ~ Colleen Hoover,
1429:What about the Clave?” said Ty. “Have you talked to the Clave?”
“Are they ever useful?” Kit muttered under his breath. ~ Cassandra Clare,
1430:You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me.
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please. ~ William Shakespeare,
1431:Your relationship or lack of relationship with God through Jesus Christ continues after your last breath on this earth. ~ Alisa Hope Wagner,
1432:Al come on. The woman's, like, senile,' I said under my breath. 'Last year she thought me and Hammond were a closeted couple. ~ Kieran Scott,
1433:Bushidō is about experiencing life in every breath. Seeing life in the simplest of things. There is beauty and honor in that. ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
1434:Every breath may be our last, be it in war or in the most peaceful of days. Make each breath matter. Give each one meaning. ~ David Dalglish,
1435:Every moment allows your the opportunity to take a deep breath in and be grateful for the fact that you can take in a breath. ~ John Assaraf,
1436:...he kissed me until he stole my breath. He had stolen everything, if it was ever mine at all. It might have always been his. ~ Erin Butler,
1437:How you die out in me:

down to the last
knot of breath
you're there, with a
of life. ~ Paul Celan,
1438:If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star! ~ William Shakespeare,
1439:I'll fight with every breath in my body to stop the out of control spending and debt that are bankrupting our kids and grandkids. ~ Ted Cruz,
1440:In the flash there's no final thought, no final reflection, just the breath carried from her body on the back of the bullet. ~ Anthony Marra,
1441:Meditation is hard. You are constantly trying to focus on one thing, usually your breath, and your mind is going to go berserk. ~ Dan Harris,
1442:My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger. ~ Emily Murdoch,
1443:Prayer is to the spiritual life what the beating of the pulse and the drawing of the breath are to the life of the body. ~ John Henry Newman,
1444:Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Nothing is that important. Just lie down. ~ Natalie Goldberg,
1445:There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald,
1446:Truth ... Is a breath, a wind, A shadow, a phantom; Long have I pursued it, But never have I touched The hem of its garment. ~ Stephen Crane,
1447:Watching the breath trains you to watch the mind, to observe the flow instead of reacting to it. ~ Mark Epstein, The Trauma of Everyday Life,
1448:Yinzer: DAMN!! I wish I had your balls! Tucker:"I wish you had a breath mint, but I guess we don't always get what we wish for. ~ Tucker Max,
1449:Yoga is a study of life, study of your body, breath, mind, intellect, memory, and ego. Study of your inner faculties! ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar,
1450:After a while, the rhythm of his breath slackens and deepens, and he rolls away, towards the ghostly hands of his alarm clock. ~ Harriet Lane,
1451:Alex . . . that one time . . . when he puked all night.” His breath was shallow, yet he grinned as he tried to manage the pain. ~ Lisa McMann,
1452:Cole noisily blew out a breath and said, “Maddie, Charlie and I are both in love with you. We have been for a very long time. ~ Elena Kincaid,
1453:Every breath drawn by an individual who truly serves God will elicit a responsive chord from the universe around him. ~ Samson Raphael Hirsch,
1454:he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else. ~ Anonymous,
1455:In recognition that any good idea is a fragile thing, you have to give it a few minutes to breath—like a good red wine. ~ Richard Saul Wurman,
1456:I take a deep breath and tiptoe to the window only to press my nose against the cool surface. Feel my breath fog up the glass. ~ Tahereh Mafi,
1457:It's important for everyone - working moms especially - to find moments to ground themselves and connect with their own breath. ~ Alicia Keys,
1458:Life is too short to hold in a single tear, a single laugh, a single breath. Biology is how we exist. Emotions are how we live. ~ Jewel E Ann,
1459:Like most every time she slept, she had a nightmare. Her body went rigid and still beside him, her breath caught and stopped, ~ Jennifer Ryan,
1460:Not that I’m waiting with bated breath for your presents. I need your diamond brooches and bracelets like last year’s snow. ~ Sholom Aleichem,
1461:Our laughter dissolves into a crackling current that steals my breath away. Our eyes lock, and heat pools low in my belly. ~ Lisa Renee Jones,
1462:Seattle gives you your breath back. Fills your lungs. I take it in and feel like I can breathe for the first time in my life. ~ Tarryn Fisher,
1463:So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw. ~ Ally Carter,
1464:Some days, like today, my aim and timing is so true it takes my breath away and I feel certain Mortain’s hand guides my own. ~ Robin LaFevers,
1465:Sometimes she thought there would be peace on earth if we would just learn to breath. All alone we have to invent even that. ~ Joseph McElroy,
1466:The heat of his sweet breath mixing with hers, his scent filling her lungs, was like a drug made from concentrated sin. ~ Mimi Jean Pamfiloff,
1467:true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart. ~ Jodi Picoult,
1468:We each matter and we’re each worthy.” He took a deep breath. “So I focus on that, and when I do, everything seems brighter. ~ Megan Erickson,
1469:With her last breath and final erg of energy she topped the wall (sharp-edged as the razor of wisdom) and saw what lay beyond. ~ Ian McDonald,
1470:Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive. ~ George Eliot,
1471:Do you mind if I sit back a little? Because your breath is bad—it really is. —DONALD TRUMP, TO LARRY KING, ON CNN’S “LARRY KING ~ Stanley Bing,
1472:Each of us have a gift, you see, given us freely by the universe. And each of us with every breath gives something back ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
1473:Get into a habit of literally saying out loud or quietly under your breath, “Thank You, Jesus,” and say it for everything. ~ Terri Savelle Foy,
1474:I'd kiss you if I could," I whispered.
Jared's breath caressed my skin. "I have other shirts."
I smiled and kissed him. ~ Lisa Kessler,
1475:I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another. ~ Nicole Krauss,
1476:I knew myself right down to the blood and the bone and the breath that were singing there loud and clear and wild in the wind. ~ Suzannah Dunn,
1477:In the age of mediocrity and clones, John Stowell's uniqueness and originality are a breath of fresh air. I love playing with him. ~ Paul Horn,
1478:it’s like the land that time forgot. Or more like a place that’s holding its breath, hoping time won’t stumble upon it. Down ~ Haruki Murakami,
1479:I’ve pissed the bed, Gus, believe me. It’s no big deal.” “You used,” he said, and then took a sharp breath, “to call me Augustus. ~ John Green,
1480:I wanted the figures to be real and believable so that you would feel that with their very next breath would begin life itself. ~ Irving Stone,
1481:I want that for you more than my next breath, but at some point, I have to stop existing with people who can never love me back. ~ Kelly Moran,
1482:Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away. ~ Gayle Forman,
1483:sucked in his breath, and a slice of time hung in the air between them, a pause where hearts did not beat and eyes did not blink. ~ Hugh Howey,
1484:Sugar, I make no promises when it comes to you and that sweet pussy,” I said as I crushed my lips to hers, stealing her breath. ~ Chelle Bliss,
1485:Thinking about swimming isn't much like actually getting in the water. Actually getting in the water can take your breath away. ~ Barbara Sher,
1486:When he gasped for cleansing breath, because he hadn’t felt clean when he was using. It took getting clean for him to realize it. ~ Riley Hart,
1487:A boy who'd thrived in the shadows.
Now he had to live in the light.
To live . . . fiercely.
To fight for every breath. ~ Ren e Ahdieh,
1488:And under my breath I was telling it to hisht and for shame, and if I had known any swearing I would have had that in, too. ~ Richard Llewellyn,
1489: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,
1490:Can it then be that what we call the 'self' is fluid and elastic? It evolves, strikes a different balance with every new breath. ~ Wayne Muller,
1491:For the human soul is virtually indestructible, and its ability to rise from the ashes remains as long as the body draws breath. ~ Alice Miller,
1492:If you’re trying to avoid loss, there’s no point in taking another breath, or letting your heart beat one more time. It all ends. ~ Leah Raeder,
1493:I once held my existence dear With every breath a welcome chore But now my days are spent in fear Of when my days will be no more ~ J A Konrath,
1494:I took a breath. “Your highness—”
“Nikolai,” he corrected. “But I’ve also been known to answer to ‘sweetheart’ or ‘handsome. ~ Leigh Bardugo,
1495:Love is no conditions. Love is given, despite hurt or rejection. Love is life and breath and touch. Love is helping someone live. ~ Misty Upham,
1496:Make a fist. Lightly. Leave enough room for a breath to pass through. Good. Good. All magic proceeds from breath. Remember that. ~ Clive Barker,
1497:My throat holds my breath hostage. And my heartbeat? Prestissimo, my music instructor called it in high school. Very, very fast. ~ Kennedy Ryan,
1498:Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed. ~ Iyanla Vanzant,
1499:What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath. ~ Edith Wharton,
1500:When confronted by conflict and confusion, another practice is to take a deep breath, pause and ask: 'Where is the gift in this? ~ Diane Dreher,

IN CHAPTERS [300/1388]

  618 Poetry
  306 Integral Yoga
  136 Fiction
   84 Philosophy
   71 Occultism
   59 Mysticism
   54 Yoga
   42 Christianity
   32 Psychology
   18 Mythology
   18 Hinduism
   16 Philsophy
   13 Sufism
   8 Science
   8 Islam
   6 Integral Theory
   6 Baha i Faith
   2 Theosophy
   2 Education
   1 Thelema
   1 Cybernetics
   1 Alchemy

  181 Sri Aurobindo
  141 The Mother
  110 Satprem
  106 William Wordsworth
   82 Percy Bysshe Shelley
   75 Nolini Kanta Gupta
   64 H P Lovecraft
   48 Walt Whitman
   48 John Keats
   42 Robert Browning
   37 William Butler Yeats
   33 Friedrich Schiller
   30 Sri Ramakrishna
   30 Aleister Crowley
   25 Carl Jung
   23 Friedrich Nietzsche
   19 Rabindranath Tagore
   17 Lucretius
   16 Ralph Waldo Emerson
   16 James George Frazer
   15 Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
   14 Saint Augustine of Hippo
   13 Ovid
   12 Swami Vivekananda
   12 Edgar Allan Poe
   11 A B Purani
   10 Vyasa
   10 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
   9 Nirodbaran
   8 Muhammad
   8 Jalaluddin Rumi
   7 Swami Sivananda Saraswati
   7 Swami Krishnananda
   7 Plato
   7 Anonymous
   7 Aldous Huxley
   6 Sri Ramana Maharshi
   6 Kabir
   6 Ibn Arabi
   6 Baha u llah
   5 Solomon ibn Gabirol
   5 Saint John of Climacus
   5 Rainer Maria Rilke
   5 Plotinus
   5 Lalla
   5 Joseph Campbell
   5 Henry David Thoreau
   5 Hafiz
   4 Jordan Peterson
   3 Saint Teresa of Avila
   3 Rudolf Steiner
   3 Peter J Carroll
   3 Patanjali
   3 Lewis Carroll
   3 Jorge Luis Borges
   3 George Van Vrekhem
   3 Farid ud-Din Attar
   2 Shankara
   2 Ramprasad
   2 Mahendranath Gupta
   2 Ken Wilber
   2 Jayadeva
   2 Genpo Roshi
   2 Franz Bardon
   2 Allama Muhammad Iqbal
   2 Alice Bailey
   2 Al-Ghazali
   2 Alfred Tennyson
   2 Alexander Pope

  106 Wordsworth - Poems
   82 Shelley - Poems
   64 Lovecraft - Poems
   48 Keats - Poems
   47 Whitman - Poems
   44 Savitri
   42 Browning - Poems
   37 Yeats - Poems
   33 Schiller - Poems
   29 The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
   23 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02
   19 Collected Poems
   17 Thus Spoke Zarathustra
   17 Tagore - Poems
   17 Of The Nature Of Things
   16 The Synthesis Of Yoga
   16 The Golden Bough
   16 Liber ABA
   16 Emerson - Poems
   16 Agenda Vol 11
   14 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 07
   13 Prayers And Meditations
   13 Metamorphoses
   13 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01
   12 The Life Divine
   12 Poe - Poems
   12 On the Way to Supermanhood
   12 Mysterium Coniunctionis
   12 Agenda Vol 13
   11 Talks
   11 Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo
   10 Vishnu Purana
   10 Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
   10 City of God
   10 Agenda Vol 01
   9 Twelve Years With Sri Aurobindo
   9 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
   9 Crowley - Poems
   8 The Bible
   8 Raja-Yoga
   8 Quran
   8 Questions And Answers 1953
   8 Kena and Other Upanishads
   8 Essays On The Gita
   8 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 05
   8 Agenda Vol 10
   7 The Study and Practice of Yoga
   7 The Perennial Philosophy
   7 The Divine Comedy
   7 Magick Without Tears
   7 Agenda Vol 03
   7 5.1.01 - Ilion
   6 Words Of Long Ago
   6 Twilight of the Idols
   6 The Secret Doctrine
   6 The Future of Man
   6 The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious
   6 Faust
   6 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03
   6 Arabi - Poems
   6 Amrita Gita
   6 Agenda Vol 12
   6 Agenda Vol 02
   5 Walden
   5 The Practice of Psycho therapy
   5 The Ladder of Divine Ascent
   5 The Hero with a Thousand Faces
   5 The Confessions of Saint Augustine
   5 Songs of Kabir
   5 Rilke - Poems
   5 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04
   5 Agenda Vol 08
   5 Agenda Vol 06
   4 Writings In Bengali and Sanskrit
   4 Vedic and Philological Studies
   4 The Phenomenon of Man
   4 The Human Cycle
   4 Rumi - Poems
   4 Record of Yoga
   4 Questions And Answers 1957-1958
   4 Questions And Answers 1955
   4 Questions And Answers 1950-1951
   4 Maps of Meaning
   4 Isha Upanishad
   4 Hymns to the Mystic Fire
   4 Hafiz - Poems
   4 Goethe - Poems
   4 Essays Divine And Human
   4 Agenda Vol 09
   4 Agenda Vol 07
   4 Agenda Vol 05
   4 A Garden of Pomegranates - An Outline of the Qabalah
   3 The Red Book Liber Novus
   3 The Mother With Letters On The Mother
   3 The Book of Certitude
   3 Some Answers From The Mother
   3 Questions And Answers 1956
   3 Questions And Answers 1954
   3 Questions And Answers 1929-1931
   3 Preparing for the Miraculous
   3 Patanjali Yoga Sutras
   3 On Thoughts And Aphorisms
   3 Liber Null
   3 Letters On Yoga IV
   3 Letters On Yoga II
   3 Letters On Poetry And Art
   3 Hymn of the Universe
   3 Anonymous - Poems
   3 Alice in Wonderland
   2 The Way of Perfection
   2 The Secret Of The Veda
   2 The Essentials of Education
   2 The Alchemy of Happiness
   2 Sex Ecology Spirituality
   2 Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 03
   2 Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 01
   2 Let Me Explain
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 08
   2 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 06
   2 Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin
   2 A Treatise on Cosmic Fire
   2 Aion
   2 Agenda Vol 04
   2 Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 2E

0 0.01 - Introduction, #Agenda Vol 1, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  Day after day, for seventeen years, She sat with us to tell us of her impossible odyssey. Ah, how well we now understand why She needed such an 'outlaw' and an incorrigible heretic like us to comprehend a little bit of her impossible odyssey into 'nothing.' And how well we now understand her infinite patience with us, despite all our revolts, which ultimately were only the revolts of the old species against itself. The final revolt. 'It is not a revolt against the British government which any one can easily do. It is, in fact, a revolt against the whole universal Nature!' Sri Aurobindo had proclaimed fifty years earlier. She listened to our grievances, we went away and we returned. We wanted no more of it and we wanted still more. It was infernal and sublime, impossible and the sole possibility in this old, asphyxiating world. It was the only place one could go to in this barbedwired, mechanized world, where Cincinnati is just as crowded and polluted as Hong Kong. The new species is the last free place in the general Prison. It is the last hope for the earth. How we listened to her little faltering voice that seemed to return from afar, afar, after having crossed spaces and seas of the mind to let its little drops of pure, crystalline words fall upon us, words that make you see. We listened to the future, we touched the other thing. It was incomprehensible and yet filled with another comprehension. It eluded us on all sides, and yet it was dazzlingly obvious. The 'other species' was really radically other, and yet it was vibrating within, absolutely recognizable, as if it were THAT we had been seeking from age to age, THAT we had been invoking through all our illuminations, one after another, in Thebes as in Eleusis as everywhere we have toiled and grieved in the skin of a man. It was for THAT we were here, for that supreme Possible in the skin of a man at last. And then her voice grew more and more frail, her breath began gasping as though She had to traverse greater and greater distances to meet us. She was so alone to beat against the walls of the old prison. Many claws were out all around. Oh, we would so quickly have cut ourself free from all this fiasco to fly away with Her into the world's future. She was so tiny, stooped over, as if crushed beneath the 'spiritual' burden that all the old surrounding species kept heaping upon her. They didn't believe, no. For them, She was ninety-five years old + so many days. Can someone become a new species all alone? They even grumbled at Her: they had had enough of this unbearable Ray that was bringing their sordid affairs into the daylight. The Ashram was slowly closing over Her. The old world wanted to make a new, golden little Church, nice and quiet. No, no one wanted TO
  BECOME. To worship was so much easier. And then they bury you, solemnly, and the matter is settled - the case is closed: now, no one need bother any more except to print some photographic haloes for the pilgrims to this brisk little business. But they are mistaken. The real business will take place without them, the new species will fly up in their faces - it is already flying in the face of the earth, despite all its isms in black and white; it is exploding through all the pores of this battered old earth, which has had enough of shams - whether illusory little heavens or barbarous little machines.
   something to be played forever as the one great game of the world; a who-knows-what that left this sprig of a pensive man in the middle of a clearing; a little 'something' that beats, beats, that keeps on breathing beneath every skin that has ever been put on it - like our deepest breath, our lightest air, our air of nothing - and it keeps on going, it keeps on going. We must catch the light little breath, the little pulsation of nothing. Then suddenly, on the threshold of our clearing of concrete, our head starts spinning incurably, our eyes blink into something else, and all is different, and all seems surcharged with meaning and with life, as though we had never lived until that very minute.
  Then we have caught the tail of the Great Possible, we are upon the wayless way, radically in the new, and we flow with the little lizard, the pelican, the big man, we flow everywhere in a world that has lost its old separating skin and its little baggage of habits. We begin seeing otherwise, feeling otherwise. We have opened the gate into an inconceivable clearing. Just a light little vibration that carries you away. Then we begin to understand how it CAN CHANGE, what the mechanism is - a light little mechanism and so miraculous that it looks like nothing. We begin feeling the wonder of a pure little cell, and that a sparkling of joy would be enough to turn the world inside out. We were living in a little thinking fishbowl, we were dying in an old, bottled habit. And then suddenly, all is different. The Earth is free! Who wants freedom?

00.03 - Upanishadic Symbolism, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Man has two souls corresponding to his double status. In the inferior, the soul looks downward and is involved in the current of Impermanence and Ignorance, it tastes of grief and sorrow and suffers death and dissolution: in the higher it looks upward and communes and joins with the Eternal (the cosmic) and then with the Absolute (the transcendent). The lower is a reflection of the higher, the higher comes down in a diminished and hence tarnished light. The message is that of deliverance, the deliverance and reintegration of the lower soul out of its bondage of worldly ignorant life into the freedom and immortality first of its higher and then of its highest status. It is true, however, that the Upanishad does not make a trenchant distinction between the cosmic and the transcendent and often it speaks of both in the same breath, as it were. For in fact they are realities involved in each other and interwoven. Indeed the triple status, including the Individual, forms one single totality and the three do not exclude or cancel each other; on the contrary, they combine and may be said to enhance each other's reality. The Transcendence expresses or deploys itself in the cosmoshe goes abroad,sa paryagt: and the cosmic individualises, concretises itself in the particular and the personal. The one single spiritual reality holds itself, aspects itself in a threefold manner.
   The teaching of Yama in brief may be said to be the gospel of immortality and it consists of the knowledge of triple immortality. And who else can be the best teacher of immortality than Death himself, as Nachiketas pointedly said? The first immortality is that of the physical existence and consciousness, the preservation of the personal identity, the individual name and formthis being in itself as expression and embodiment and instrument of the Inner Reality. This inner reality enshrines the second immortality the eternity and continuity of the soul's life through its incarnations in time, the divine Agni lit for ever and ever growing in flaming consciousness. And the third and final immortality is in the being and consciousness beyond time, beyond all relativities, the absolute and self-existent delight.

0.00 - INTRODUCTION, #The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
   In 1856 Ramkumar breathed his last. Sri Ramakrishna had already witnessed more than one death in the family. He had come to realize how impermanent is life on earth. The more he was convinced of the transitory nature of worldly things, the more eager he became to realize God, the Fountain of Immortality.
   And, indeed, he soon discovered what a strange Goddess he had chosen to serve. He became gradually enmeshed in the web of Her all-pervading presence. To the ignorant She is, to be sure, the image of destruction; but he found in Her the benign, all-loving Mother. Her neck is encircled with a garland of heads, and Her waist with a girdle of human arms, and two of Her hands hold weapons of death, and Her eyes dart a glance of fire; but, strangely enough, Ramakrishna felt in Her breath the soothing touch of tender love and saw in Her the Seed of Immortality. She stands on the bosom of Her Consort, Siva; it is because She is the Sakti, the Power, inseparable from the Absolute. She is surrounded by jackals and other unholy creatures, the denizens of the cremation ground. But is not the Ultimate Reality above holiness and unholiness? She appears to be reeling under the spell of wine. But who would create this mad world unless under the influence of a divine drunkenness? She is the highest symbol of all the forces of nature, the synthesis of their antinomies, the Ultimate Divine in the form of woman. She now became to Sri Ramakrishna the only Reality, and the world became an unsubstantial shadow. Into Her worship he poured his soul. Before him She stood as the transparent portal to the shrine of Ineffable Reality.
   The worship in the temple intensified Sri Ramakrishna's yearning for a living vision of the Mother of the Universe. He began to spend in meditation the time not actually employed in the temple service; and for this purpose he selected an extremely solitary place. A deep jungle, thick with underbrush and prickly plants, lay to the north of the temples. Used at one time as a burial ground, it was shunned by people even during the day-time for fear of ghosts. There Sri Ramakrishna began to spend the whole night in meditation, returning to his room only in the morning with eyes swollen as though from much weeping. While meditating, he would lay aside his cloth and his brahminical thread. Explaining this strange conduct, he once said to Hriday: "Don't you know that when one thinks of God one should be freed from all ties? From our very birth we have the eight fetters of hatred, shame, lineage, pride of good conduct, fear, secretiveness, caste, and grief. The sacred thread reminds me that I am a brahmin and therefore superior to all. When calling on the Mother one has to set aside all such ideas." Hriday thought his uncle was becoming insane.
   But he did not have to wait very long. He has thus described his first vision of the Mother: "I felt as if my heart were being squeezed like a wet towel. I was overpowered with a great restlessness and a fear that it might not be my lot to realize Her in this life. I could not bear the separation from Her any longer. Life seemed to be not worth living. Suddenly my glance fell on the sword that was kept in the Mother's temple. I determined to put an end to my life. When I jumped up like a madman and seized it, suddenly the blessed Mother revealed Herself. The buildings with their different parts, the temple, and everything else vanished from my sight, leaving no trace whatsoever, and in their stead I saw a limitless, infinite, effulgent Ocean of Consciousness. As far as the eye could see, the shining billows were madly rushing at me from all sides with a terrific noise, to swallow me up! I was panting for breath. I was caught in the rush
   and collapsed, unconscious. What was happening in the outside world I did not know; but within me there was a steady flow of undiluted bliss, altogether new, and I felt the presence of the Divine Mother." On his lips when he regained consciousness of the world was the word "Mother".
   Yet this was only a foretaste of the intense experiences to come. The first glimpse of the Divine Mother made him the more eager for Her uninterrupted vision. He wanted to see Her both in meditation and with eyes open. But the Mother began to play a teasing game of hide-and-seek with him, intensifying both his joy and his suffering. Weeping bitterly during the moments of separation from Her, he would pass into a trance and then find Her standing before him, smiling, talking, consoling, bidding him be of good cheer, and instructing him. During this period of spiritual practice he had many uncommon experiences. When he sat to meditate, he would hear strange clicking sounds in the joints of his legs, as if someone were locking them up, one after the other, to keep him motionless; and at the conclusion of his meditation he would again hear the same sounds, this time unlocking them and leaving him free to move about. He would see flashes like a swarm of fire-flies floating before his eyes, or a sea of deep mist around him, with luminous waves of molten silver. Again, from a sea of translucent mist he would behold the Mother rising, first Her feet, then Her waist, body, face, and head, finally Her whole person; he would feel Her breath and hear Her voice. Worshipping in the temple, sometimes he would become exalted, sometimes he would remain motionless as stone, sometimes he would almost collapse from excessive emotion. Many of his actions, contrary to all tradition, seemed sacrilegious to the people. He would take a flower and touch it to his own head, body, and feet, and then offer it to the Goddess. Or, like a drunkard, he would reel to the throne of the Mother, touch Her chin by way of showing his affection for Her, and sing, talk, joke, laugh, and dance. Or he would take a morsel of food from the plate and hold it to Her mouth, begging Her to eat it, and would not be satisfied till he was convinced that She had really eaten. After the Mother had been put to sleep at night, from his own room he would hear Her ascending to the upper storey of the temple with the light steps of a happy girl, Her anklets jingling. Then he would discover Her standing with flowing hair. Her black form silhouetted against the sky of the night, looking at the Ganges or at the distant lights of Calcutta.
   Naturally the temple officials took him for an insane person. His worldly well-wishers brought him to skilled physicians; but no-medicine could cure his malady. Many a time he doubted his sanity himself. For he had been sailing across an uncharted sea, with no earthly guide to direct him. His only haven of security was the Divine Mother Herself. To Her he would pray: "I do not know what these things are. I am ignorant of mantras and the scriptures. Teach me, Mother, how to realize Thee. Who else can help me? Art Thou not my only refuge and guide?" And the sustaining presence of the Mother never failed him in his distress or doubt. Even those who criticized his conduct were greatly impressed with his purity, guilelessness, truthfulness, integrity, and holiness. They felt an uplifting influence in his presence.
   The party entered holy Benares by boat along the Ganges. When Sri Ramakrishna's eyes fell on this city of Siva, where had accumulated for ages the devotion and piety of countless worshippers, he saw it to be made of gold, as the scriptures declare. He was visibly moved. During his stay in the city he treated every particle of its earth with utmost respect. At the Manikarnika Ghat, the great cremation ground of the city, he actually saw Siva, with ash-covered body and tawny matted hair, serenely approaching each funeral pyre and breathing into the ears of the corpses the mantra of liberation; and then the Divine Mother removing from the dead their bonds. Thus he realized the significance of the scriptural statement that anyone dying in Benares attains salvation through the grace of Siva. He paid a visit to Trailanga Swami, the celebrated monk, whom he later declared to be a real paramahamsa, a veritable image of Siva.
   Sri Ramakrishna visited Allahabad, at the confluence of the Ganges and the Jamuna, and then proceeded to Vrindavan and Mathura, hallowed by the legends, songs, and dramas about Krishna and the gopis. Here he had numerous visions and his heart overflowed with divine emotion. He wept and said: "O Krishna! Everything here is as it was in the olden days. You alone are absent." He visited the great woman saint, Gangamayi, regarded by Vaishnava devotees as the reincarnation of an intimate attendant of Radha. She was sixty years old and had frequent trances. She spoke of Sri Ramakrishna as an incarnation of Radha. With great difficulty he was persuaded to leave her.
   It was at Cossipore that the curtain fell on the varied activities of the Master's life on the physical plane. His soul lingered in the body eight months more. It was the period of his great Passion, a constant crucifixion of the body and the triumphant revelation of the Soul. Here one sees the humanity and divinity of the Master passing and repassing across a thin border line. Every minute of those eight months was suffused with touching tenderness of heart and breath-taking elevation of spirit. Every word he uttered was full of pathos and sublimity.
   It took the group only a few days to become adjusted to the new environment. The Holy Mother, assisted by Sri Ramakrishna's niece, Lakshmi Devi, and a few woman devotees, took charge of the cooking for the Master and his attendants. Surendra willingly bore the major portion of the expenses, other householders contributing according to their means. Twelve disciples were constant attendants of the Master: Narendra, Rakhal, Baburam, Niranjan, Jogin, Latu, Tarak, the-elder Gopal, Kali, Sashi, Sarat, and the younger Gopal. Sarada, Harish, Hari, Gangadhar, and Tulasi visited the Master from time to time and practised sadhana at home. Narendra, preparing for his law examination, brought his books to the garden house in order to continue his studies during the infrequent spare moments. He encouraged his brother disciples to intensify their meditation, scriptural studies, and other spiritual disciplines. They all forgot their relatives and their
   Sunday, August 15, 1886. The Master's pulse became irregular. The devotees stood by the bedside. Toward dusk Sri Ramakrishna had difficulty in breathing. A short time afterwards he complained of hunger. A little liquid food was put into his mouth; some of it he swallowed, and the rest ran over his chin. Two attendants began to fan him. All at once he went into samadhi of a rather unusual type. The body became stiff. Sashi burst into tears. But after midnight the Master revived. He was now very hungry and helped himself to a bowl of porridge. He said he was strong again. He sat up against five or six pillows, which were supported by the body of Sashi, who was fanning him. Narendra took his feet on his lap and began to rub them. Again and again the Master repeated to him, "Take care of these boys." Then he asked to lie down. Three times in ringing tone's he cried the name of Kali, his life's Beloved, and lay back. At two minutes past one there was a low sound in his throat and he fell a little to one side. A thrill passed over his body. His hair stood on end. His eyes became fixed on the tip of his nose. His face was lighted with a smile. The final ecstasy began. It was mahasamadhi, total absorption, from which his mind never returned. Narendra, unable to bear it, ran downstairs.
   Dr. Sarkar arrived the following noon and pronounced that life had departed not more than half an hour before. At five o'clock the Masters body was brought downstairs, laid on a cot, dressed in ochre clothes, and decorated with sandal-paste and flowers. A procession was formed. The passers-by wept as the body was taken to the cremation ground at the Baranagore Ghat on the Ganges.

0.00 - The Book of Lies Text, #The Book of Lies, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
     breath, closing thy mouth with thy right fore-
     finger prest against thy lower lip. Then dashing
     expelling forcibly thy breath, cry: {Alpha-Pi-Omicron
     Pi-Alpha-Nu-Tau-Omicron-C? Kappa-Alpha-Kappa-Omicron-Delta-
  H, the letter of of breath, is suitable for Spirit; Abrahadabra is
  called the name of Spirit, because it is cheth: L is Earth, green
  has been impregnated by the Spirit; it is the rough breathing and
  not the soft. The centre of all is Theta ({Theta}), which was originally

0.04 - The Systems of Yoga, #The Synthesis Of Yoga, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Nature and kept within the narrow bounds of her normal operations. In the ancient tradition of Hathayoga it has always been supposed that this conquest could be pushed so far even as to conquer to a great extent the force of gravitation. By various subsidiary but elaborate processes the Hathayogin next contrives to keep the body free from all impurities and the nervous system unclogged for those exercises of respiration which are his most important instruments. These are called pran.ayama, the control of the breath or vital power; for breathing is the chief physical functioning of the vital forces. Pranayama, for the Hathayogin, serves a double purpose. First, it completes the perfection of the body. The vitality is liberated from many of the ordinary necessities of physical Nature; robust health, prolonged youth, often an extraordinary longevity are attained.
  On the other hand, Pranayama awakens the coiled-up serpent of the Pranic dynamism in the vital sheath and opens to the Yogin fields of consciousness, ranges of experience, abnormal faculties denied to the ordinary human life while it puissantly intensifies such normal powers and faculties as he already possesses.

0.06 - INTRODUCTION, #Dark Night of the Soul, #Saint John of the Cross, #Christianity
  'dawn's first breathings in the heav'ns above'which breaks through the black
  darkness of the Active and the Passive Nights; they would tell us, too, of the soul's

0.06 - Letters to a Young Sadhak, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  life, but with this one which offers us, till our very last breath,
  all its possibilities. To put off for the next birth what one can do

0.08 - Letters to a Young Captain, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  And it is through the various yogic exercises of breathing,
  meditation, japa and concentration that one puts oneself in

01.01 - The New Humanity, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The breath and the surge of the new creation cannot be mistaken. The question that confronts us today is no longer whether the New Man, the Super-humanity, will come or if at all, when; but the question we have to answer is who among us are ready to be its receptacle, its instrument and embodiment.

01.02 - Sri Aurobindo - Ahana and Other Poems, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   And yet what can be more poetic in essence than philosophy, if by philosophy we mean, as it should mean, spiritual truth and spiritual realisation? What else can give the full breath, the integral force to poetic inspiration if it is not the problem of existence itself, of God, Soul and Immortality, things that touch, that are at the very root of life and reality? What can most concern man, what can strike the deepest fount in him, unless it is the mystery of his own being, the why and the whither of it all? But mankind has been taught and trained to live merely or mostly on earth, and poetry has been treated as the expression of human joys and sorrows the tears in mortal things of which Virgil spoke. The savour of earth, the thrill of the flesh has been too sweet for us and we have forgotten other sweetnesses. It is always the human element that we seek in poetry, but we fail to recognise that what we obtain in this way is humanity in its lower degrees, its surface formulations, at its minimum magnitude.
   We do not say that poets have never sung of God and Soul and things transcendent. Poets have always done that. But what I say is this that presentation of spiritual truths, as they are in their own home, in other words, treated philosophically and yet in a supreme poetic manner, has always been a rarity. We have, indeed, in India the Gita and the Upanishads, great philosophical poems, if there were any. But for one thing they are on dizzy heights out of the reach of common man and for another they are idolised more as philosophy than as poetry. Doubtless, our Vaishnava poets sang of God and Love Divine; and Rabindranath, in one sense, a typical modern Vaishnava, did the same. And their songs are masterpieces. But are they not all human, too human, as the mad prophet would say? In them it is the human significance, the human manner that touches and moves us the spiritual significance remains esoteric, is suggested, is a matter of deduction. Sri Aurobindo has dealt with spiritual experiences in a different way. He has not clothed them in human symbols and allegories, in images and figures of the mere earthly and secular life: he presents them in their nakedness, just as they are seen and realised. He has not sought to tone down the rigour of truth with contrivances that easily charm and captivate the common human mind and heart. Nor has he indulged like so many poet philosophers in vague generalisations and colourless or too colourful truisms that do not embody a clear thought or rounded idea, a radiant judgment. Sri Aurobindo has given us in his poetry thoughts that are clear-cut, ideas beautifully chiselledhe is always luminously forceful.

01.02 - The Issue, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath
  Spiritual that can make all things divine.
  Since her orbed sight in its breath-fastened house,
  Opening in sympathy with happier stars
  Earth's breath had failed to stain that brilliant glass:
  Unsmeared with the dust of our mortal atmosphere
  For this she had accepted mortal breath;
  To wrestle with the Shadow she had come

01.03 - Mystic Poetry, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   In being and in breath
   No other lord but thee can Radha seek.7
   I held my breath and from a world of din
   Solitarily I sat apart
   This is spiritual matter and spiritual manner that can never be improved upon. This is spiritual poetry in its quintessence. I am referring naturally here to the original and not to the translation which can never do full justice, even at its very best, to the poetic value in question. For apart from the individual genius of the poet, the greatness of the language, the instrument used by the poet, is also involved. It may well be what is comparatively easy and natural in the language of the gods (devabhasha) would mean a tour de force, if not altogether an impossibility, in a human language. The Sanskrit language was moulded and fashioned in the hands of the Rishis, that is to say, those who lived and moved and had their being in the spiritual consciousness. The Hebrew or even the Zend does not seem to have reached that peak, that absoluteness of the spiritual tone which seems inherent in the Indian tongue, although those too breathed and grew in a spiritual atmosphere. The later languages, however, Greek or Latin or their modern descendants, have gone still farther from the source, they are much nearer to the earth and are suffused with the smell and effluvia of this vale of tears.
   Among the ancients, strictly speaking, the later classical Lucretius was a remarkable phenomenon. By nature he was a poet, but his mental interest lay in metaphysical speculation, in philosophy, and unpoetical business. He turned away from arms and heroes, wrath and love and, like Seneca and Aurelius, gave himself up to moralising and philosophising, delving 'into the mystery, the why and the how and the whither of it all. He chose a dangerous subject for his poetic inspiration and yet it cannot be said that his attempt was a failure. Lucretius was not a religious or spiritual poet; he was rather Marxian,atheistic, materialistic. The dialectical materialism of today could find in him a lot of nourishment and support. But whatever the content, the manner has made a whole difference. There was an idealism, a clarity of vision and an intensity of perception, which however scientific apparently, gave his creation a note, an accent, an atmosphere high, tense, aloof, ascetic, at times bordering on the supra-sensual. It was a high light, a force of consciousness that at its highest pitch had the ring and vibration of something almost spiritual. For the basic principle of Lucretius' inspiration is a large thought-force, a tense perception, a taut nervous reactionit is not, of course, the identity in being with the inner realities which is the hallmark of a spiritual consciousness, yet it is something on the way towards that.

01.03 - The Yoga of the King - The Yoga of the Souls Release, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  An ocean impulse lifted every breath;
  Each action left the footprints of a god,
  Its large breath and pulse and thrill of hope and fear,
  Its taste of pangs and tears and ecstasy,
  And honeyed pleadings breathed from occult lips
  To help the heart to yield to rapture's call,
  The breathless might and calm of silent mind;
  Or slowly they fail as sets a golden day.
  There was a labour and a fiery breath;
  The ambiguous cowled celestial puissance worked
  And feel on it the breath of heavenlier air.
  Already it journeyed towards divinity:

01.04 - The Poetry in the Making, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The three or four major orders I speak of in reference to conscious artistry are exampled characteristically in the history of the evolution of Greek poetry. It must be remembered, however, at the very outset that the Greeks as a race were nothing if not rational and intellectual. It was an element of strong self-consciousness that they brought into human culture that was their special gift. Leaving out of account Homer who was, as I said, a primitive, their classical age began with Aeschylus who was the first and the most spontaneous and intuitive of the Great Three. Sophocles, who comes next, is more balanced and self-controlled and pregnant with a reasoned thought-content clothed in polished phrasing. We feel here that the artist knew what he was about and was exercising a conscious control over his instruments and materials, unlike his predecessor who seemed to be completely carried away by the onrush of the poetic enthousiasmos. Sophocles, in spite of his artistic perfection or perhaps because of it, appears to be just a little, one remove, away from the purity of the central inspiration there is a veil, although a thin transparent veil, yet a veil between which intervenes. With the third of the Brotherhood, Euripides, we slide lower downwe arrive at a predominantly mental transcription of an experience or inner conception; but something of the major breath continues, an aura, a rhythm that maintains the inner contact and thus saves the poetry. In a subsequent age, in Theocritus, for example, poetry became truly very much 'sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought', so much of virtuosity and precocity entered into it; in other words, the poet then was an excessively self-conscious artist. That seems to be the general trend of all literature.
   But should there be an inherent incompatibility between spontaneous creation and self-consciousness? As we have seen, a harmony and fusion can and do happen of the superconscious and the normally conscious in the Yogi. Likewise, an artist also can be wakeful and transparent enough so that he is conscious on both the levels simultaneouslyabove, he is conscious of the source and origin of his inspiration, and on the level plain he is conscious of the working of the instrument, how the vehicle transcribes and embodies what comes from elsewhere. The poet's consciousness becomes then divalent as it werethere is a sense of absolute passivity in respect of the receiving apparatus and coupled and immisced with it there is also the sense of dynamism, of conscious agency as in his secret being he is the master of his apparatus and one with the Inspirerin other words, the poet is both a seer (kavih) and a creator or doer (poits).
   That is what is wanted at present in the artistic world the true inspiration, the breath from higher altitudes. And here comes the role of the mystic, the Yogi. The sense of evolution, the march of human consciousness demands and prophesies that the future poet has to be a mysticin him will be fulfilled the travail of man's conscious working. The self-conscious craftsman, the tireless experimenter with his adventurous analytic mind has sharpened his instrument, made it supple and elastic, tempered, refined and enriched it; that is comparable to what we call the aspiration or call from below. Now the Grace must descend and fulfil. And when one rises into this higher consciousness beyond the brain and mind, when one lives there habitually, one knows the why and the how of things, one becomes a perfectly conscious operator and still retains all spontaneity and freshness and wonder and magic that are usually associated with inconscience and irreflection. As there is a spontaneity of instinct, there is likewise also a spontaneity of vision: a child is spontaneous in its movements, even so a seer. Not only so, the higher spontaneity is more spontaneous, for the higher consciousness means not only awareness but the free and untrammelled activity and expression of the truth and reality it is.
   Genius had to be generally more or less unconscious in the past, because the instrument was not ready, was clogged as it were with its own lower grade movements; the higher inspiration had very often to bypass it, or rob it of its serviceable materials without its knowledge, in an almost clandestine way. Wherever it was awake and vigilant, we have seen it causing a diminution in the poetic potential. And yet even so, it was being prepared for a greater role, a higher destiny it is to fulfil in the future. A conscious and full participation of a refined and transparent and enriched instrument in the delivery of superconscious truth and beauty will surely mean not only a new but the very acme of aesthetic creation. We thus foresee the age of spiritual art in which the sense of creative beauty in man will find its culmination. Such an art was only an exception, something secondary or even tertiary, kept in the background, suggested here and there as a novel strain, called "mystic" to express its unfamiliar nature-unless, of course, it was openly and obviously scriptural and religious.

01.04 - The Secret Knowledge, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Too lofty for our mortal lives to breathe,
  Deep in us a forgotten kinship points
  A breath comes down from a supernal air,
  A Presence is born, a guiding Light awakes,
  A breath of Godhead on her stone and mire.
  A faith she craves that can survive defeat,
  He works through the hard breath of battle and toil,
  He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears,
  Only by him they are, his breath is their life;
  An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay.
  Before there was light of mind or life could breathe.
  Accomplice of her cosmic huge pretence,
  Driven by her breath across life's tossing deep,
  Through the thunder's roar and through the windless hush,

01.05 - Rabindranath Tagore: A Great Poet, a Great Man, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   In an age when Reason was considered as the highest light given to man, Tagore pointed to the Vision of the mystics as always the still greater light; when man was elated with undreamt-of worldly success, puffed up with incomparable material possessions and powers, Tagore's voice rang clear and emphatic in tune with the cry of the ancients: "What shall I do with all this mass of things, if I am not made immortal by that?" When men, in their individual as well as collective egoism, were scrambling for earthly gains and hoards, he held before them vaster and cleaner horizons, higher and deeper ways of being and living, maintained the sacred sense of human solidarity, the living consciousness of the Divine, one and indivisible. When the Gospel of Power had all but hypnotised men's minds, and Superman or God-man came to be equated with the Titan, Tagore saw through the falsehood and placed in front and above all the old-world eternal verities of love and self-giving, harmony and mutuality, sweetness and light. When pessimism, cynicism, agnosticism struck the major chord of human temperament, and grief and frustration and death and decay were taken as a matter of course to be the inevitable order of earthlylifebhasmantam idam shariramhe continued to sing the song of the Rishis that Ananda and Immortality are the breath of things, the birth right of human beings. When Modernism declared with a certitude never tobe contested that Matter is Brahman, Tagore said with the voice of one who knows that Spirit is Brahman.
   Tagore is in direct line with those bards who have sung of the Spirit, who always soared high above the falsehoods and uglinesses of a merely mundane life and lived in the undecaying delights and beauties of a diviner consciousness. Spiritual reality was the central theme of his poetic creation: only and naturally he viewed it in a special way and endowed it with a special grace. We know of another God-intoxicated man, the Jewish philosopher Spinoza, who saw things sub specie aeternitatis, under the figure or mode of eternity. Well, Tagore can be said to see things, in their essential spiritual reality, under the figure or mode of beauty. Keats indeed spoke of truth being beauty and beauty truth. But there is a great difference in the outlook and inner experience. A worshipper of beauty, unless he rises to the Upanishadic norm, is prone to become sensuous and pagan. Keats was that, Kalidasa was that, even Shelley was not far different. The spiritual vein in all these poets remains secondary. In the old Indian master, it is part of his intellectual equipment, no doubt, but nothing much more than that. In the other two it comes in as strange flashes from an unknown country, as a sort of irruption or on the peak of the poetic afflatus or enthousiasmos.

01.05 - The Nietzschean Antichrist, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The real secret of Nietzsche's philosophy is not an adoration of brute force, of blind irrational joy in fighting and killing. Far from it, Nietzsche has no kinship with Treitschke or Bernhard. What Nietzsche wanted was a world purged of littleness and ugliness, a humanity, not of saints, perhaps, but of heroes, lofty in their ideal, great in their achievement, majestic in their empirea race of titanic gods breathing the glory of heaven itself.

01.05 - The Yoga of the King - The Yoga of the Spirits Freedom and Greatness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  He dared to live when breath and thought were still.
  Thus could he step into that magic place
  His spirit breathed a superhuman air.
  The imprisoned deity rent its magic fence.
  Holds still the breath, the beatings of the heart,
  While the unseen is found, the impossible done,

01.06 - Vivekananda, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The consciousness that breathed out these mighty words, these heavenly sounds was in itself mighty and heavenly and it is that that touches you, penetrates you, vibrates in you a kindred chord, "awakening in you someone dead" till thenmrtam kcana bodhayant. More than the matter, the thing that was said, was the personality, the being who embodied the truth expressed, the living consciousness behind the words and the speech that set fire to your soul. Indeed it was the soul that Vivekananda could awaken and stir in you. Any orator, any speaker with some kind of belief, even if it is for the moment, in what he says, by the sheer force of assertion, can convince your mind and draw your acquiescence and adhesion. A leader of men, self-confident and bold and fiery, can carry you off your feet and make you do brave things. But that is a lower degree of character and nature, ephemeral and superficial, that is touched in you thereby. The spiritual leader, the Guide, goes straight to the spirit in youit is the call of the deep unto the deep. That was what Vivekananda meant when he said that Brahman is asleep in you, awaken it, you are the Brahman, awaken it, you are free and almighty. It is the spirit consciousness Sachchidananda that is the real man in you and that is supremely mighty and invincible and free absolutely. The courage and fearlessness that Vivekananda gave you was the natural attribute of the lordship of your spiritual reality. Vivekananda spoke and roused the Atman in man.
   Vivekananda spoke to the Atman in man, he spoke to the Atman of the world, and he spoke specially to the Atman of India. India had a large place in Vivekananda's consciousness: for the future of humanity and the world is wedded to India's future. India has a great mission, it has a spiritual, rather the spiritual work to do. Here is India's work as Vivekananda conceived it in a nutshell:

01.13 - T. S. Eliot: Four Quartets, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   A modern Neo-Brahmin, Aldous Huxley, has given a solution of the problem in his now famous Shakespearean apothegm, "Time must have a stop". That is an old-world solution rediscovered by the modern mind in and through the ravages of Time's storm and stress. It means, salvation lies, after all, beyond the flow of Time, one must free oneself from the vicious and unending circle of mortal and mundane life. As the Rajayogi controls and holds his breath, stills all life-movement and realises a dead-stop of consciousness (Samadhi), even so one must control and stop all secular movements in oneself and attain a timeless stillness and vacancy in which alone the true spiritual light and life can descend and manifest. That is the age-long and ancient solution to which the Neo-Brahmin as well the Neo-Christian adheres.
   Eliot seems to demur, however, and does not go to that extreme length. He wishes to go beyond, but to find out the source and matrix of the here below. As I said, he seeks a synthesis and not a mere transcendence: the transcendence is indeed a part of the synthesis, the other part is furnished by an immanence. He does not cut away altogether from Time, but reaches its outermost limit, its rim, its summit, where it stops, not altogether annihilated, but held in suspended animation. That is the "still point" to which he refers in the following lines:

0.13 - Letters to a Student, #Some Answers From The Mother, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
  and the breath of the Lord is abroad upon the waters
  of our being; there are others when it retires and men

0 1957-01-18, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   What do you see in me, Mother? Is it through writing that I shall achieve what is to be achievedor does all this still belong to a nether world? But if so, then of what use am I? If I were good at something, it would give me some air to breathe.
   Your child,

0 1959-01-06, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   This is to tell you that a knot has very perceptibly come undone in me, for no apparent reason; suddenly, I was breathing easily.
   And it happened just as I was despairing of ever getting out of it. I seemed to be touching a kind of fundamental bedrock, so painful, so suffering, and full of revolt because of too much suffering. And I saw that all my efforts, all the meditations, aspirations, mantras, were only covering up this suffering bedrock without touching it. I saw this fundamental thing in me very clearly, a poignant knot, ever ready for an absolute negation. I saw it and I said to you, Mother, only your grace can remove this. I said this to you in the temple that morning, in total despair. And then, the knot was undone. Xs action contri buted a lot, with your grace acting through him. But truly, I have traversed a veritable hell this last while.

0 1959-03-10 - vital dagger, vital mass, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   Those who rise above, who enter into a slightly intellectual region, can see all this from above; they can look down at it all, keep their heads above and breathe; but those who live in this realm
   Sri Aurobindo calls this realm the intermediate zone, a zone in which, he says, you can have all the experiences you wish if you enter into it. But it isnt (laughing) very advisable!and I understand why! I had that experience because I had just read what Sri Aurobindo says on this subject in a letter in this latest book, On Yoga; I wanted to see for myself what it was. Ah, I understood!

0 1959-05-28, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   2) There is the destiny of the writer in me. And this too is linked to the best of my soul. It is also a profound need, like adventuring upon the heaths, because when I write certain things, I brea the in a certain way. But during the five years I have been here, I have had to bow to the fact that, materially, there is no time to write what I would like (I recall how I had to wrench out this Orpailleur, which I have not even had time to revise). This is not a reproach, Mother, for you do all you can to help me. But I realize that to write, one must have leisure, and there are too many less personal and more serious things to do. So I can also sit on this and tell myself that I am going to write a Sri Aurobindo but this will not satisfy that other need in me, and periodically it awakens and sprouts up to tell me that it too needs to breathe.
   3) There is also the destiny that feels human love as something divine, something that can be transfigured and become a very powerful driving force. I did not believe it possible, except in dreams, until the day I met someone here. But you do not believe in these things, so I shall not speak of it further. I can gag this also and tell myself that one day all will be filled in the inner divine love. But that does not prevent this other need in me from living and from finding that life is dry and from saying, Why this outer manifestation if all life is in the inner realms? But neither can I stifle this with reasoning.

0 1960-01-28, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   When I started my japa one year ago, I had to struggle with every possible difficulty, every contradiction, prejudice and opposition that fills the air. And even when this poor body began walking back and forth for japa, it used to knock against things, it would start breathing all wrong, coughing; it was attacked from all sides until the day I caught the Enemy and said, Listen carefully. You can do whatever you want, but Im going right to the end and nothing will stop me, even if I have to repeat this mantra ten crore1 times. The result was really miraculous, like a cloud of bats flying up into the light all at once. From that moment on, things started going better.
   You have no idea what an irresistible effect a well-determined will can have.

0 1960-07-26 - Mothers vision - looking up words in the subconscient, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   You have to be inside this automatic convention to remember; its very difficult (Mother laughs). So I make a lot of spelling mistakes (under her breath, in a mischievous tone) I think Ill ask him for his dictionary (laughter)!
   Vaincre! I wanted to write to someone to proclaim the Victory. The idea was very clear, it was really lovely. Then, in a second, I was stoppedHow do you spell vainquons? And how do you spell vaincs? The person next to me didnt know a thingnothing. Its spelled v-a-i-n, he said. So I said, No, I dont think so! (laughter) It went on like that, you know, it was so funny!

0 1960-09-20, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   Pranayama: breathing exercises.
   New Horizon Sugar Mills, which belongs to a disciple. The inauguration was on September 15.

0 1960-10-25, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   Only, there is all that comes from outside thats what is most dangerous. Constantly, constantlywhen you eat, you catch it oh, what a mass of vibrations! The vibrations of the thing you eat when it was living (they always remain), the vibrations of the person who cooked it, vibrations of All the time, all the time, they never stopyou breathe, they enter. Of course, when you start talking to someone or mixing with people, then you become a bit more conscious of what is coming, but even just sitting still, uninvolved with othersit comes! There is an almost total interdependenceisolation is an illusion. By reinforcing your own atmosphere (Mother gestures, as if building a wall around her), you can hold these things off TO A CERTAIN EXTENT, but simply this effort to keep them at a distance creates (Im thinking in English and speaking in French) disturbances.8 Anyway, now all this has been SEEN.
   But I know in an absolute way that once this whole mass of the physical mind is mastered and the Brahmic consciousness is brought into it in a continuous way, you CAN you become the MASTER of your health.

0 1960-11-15, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   While it was all coming up, I thought, How is this possible? For during those years of my life (Im now outside things; I do them but Im entirely outside, so they dont involve mewhether its like this or like that makes no difference to me; Im only doing my work, thats all), I was already conscious, but nevertheless I was IN what I was doing to a certain extent; I was this web of social life (but thank God it wasnt here in India, for had it been here I could not have withstood it! I think that even as a child I would have smashed everything, because here its even worse than over there). You see, there its its a bit less constricting, a bit looser, you can slip through the mesh from time to time to brea the some air. But here, according to what Ive learned from people and what Sri Aurobindo told me, its absolutely unbearable (its the same in Japan, absolutely unbearable). In other words, you cant help but smash everything. Over there, you sometimes get a breath of air, but still its quite relative. And this morning I wondered (you see, for years I lived in that way for years and years) just as I was wondering, How was I ABLE to live that and not kick out in every direction?, just as I was looking at it, I saw up above, above this (it is worse than horrible, it is a kind of Oh, not despair, for there isnt even any sense of feeling there is NOTHING! It is dull, dull, dull gray, gray, gray, clenched tight, a closed web that lets through neither air nor life nor lightthere is nothing) and just then I saw a splendor of such sweet light above itso sweet, so full of true love, true compassion something so warm, so warm the relief, the solace of an eternity of sweetness, light, beauty, in an eternity of patience which feels neither the past nor the inanity and imbecility of thingsit was so wonderful! That was entirely the feeling it gave, and I said to myself, THAT is what made you live, without THAT it would not have been possible. Oh, it would not have been possible I would not have lived even three days! THAT is there, ALWAYS there, awaiting its hour, if we would only let it in.

0 1960-12-17, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Zen
   It goes back and forth between the two all the timea kind of curve like an electric arc between them; it goes up, it goes down, it falls and then climbs back up. In a flash comes the clear vision that the universal realization will be achieved along with the perfection of the material, TERRESTRIAL world. (I say terrestrial, for the earth is still something unique; the rest of the universe is differentso this blown up speck of dust becomes of capital importance!) Then, at another moment, eternity for which all the universes are simply the expression of a second, and in which all this is a sort ofnot even an interesting game, but rather a breathing in and out, in and out And at such a moment, all the importance we give to material things seems so fantastically idiotic! And it goes in and out In this state, everything is obvious and indisputable. And in the other state, everything is obvious and indisputable. But between the two there is EVERY combination and every possibility.

0 1961-02-04, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Here, I have brought you two flowers. They have two different yet very typically Indian fragrances: this one is Straightforwardness,1 and this is Simplicity.2 I have always found that this one (Mother holds out the Simplicity) has a cleansing fragrance: when you brea the it, ah, everything becomes cleanits wonderful! (Mother breathes in the flowers fragrance.) Once I cured myself of the onset of a cold with itthis can be done when you catch it at the very beginning. It fills you completely, the nose, the throat. And this [Straightforwardness] is right at the other end of the spectrum. I find it very, very powerfulstrange, isnt it?
   Its not at all sweet-smelling.

0 1961-04-07, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The Vedas, after all, were written by people who remembered a radical experience, which must have taken place on earth at a given moment, as an example of what was to come. (This always happens in the yoga: a first radical experience comes like a herald of the future realization.) So in the terrestrial yogain the yoga of the earth, of the planet earththere was a moment when it came; they who are called the forefa thers must have created, through their effort and their yoga, at least an image of the supramental realization. And those who wrote the Vedas, who composed all these hymns, remembered or kept the tradition of that experience. And oh, mon petit, it had the same effect on me as when I read the Yoga of Self-Perfection in The Synthesis of Yoga (Mother catches her breath): there is such a gulf between what we are, what life on earth and human consciousness now are, even among the most enlightened, the most advanced, and THAT!
   I dont know if its because I have been so violently attackedbludgeonedby all these malevolent energies, but in any case, I sensed acutely the FORMIDABLE immensity of what has to be done in order for THAT to be realized.

0 1961-05-19, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   If you only knew (because the perception, the conscious perception Ive had it for years and years, but it is becoming more and more keen and precise), if you could perceive this atmosphere I am made to breathe, mon petit! (gesture around the head) The foolishness, the stupidity, the nastiness, the inanity. It is full, full of all thatfull. One cannot brea the without breathing that!
   Not to mention the letters people write.
   Not at all! It seems bizarre [this atmosphere Mother is made to breathe] But no, I understand. Understand I mean I appreciate.

0 1961-07-07, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Ah! I have seen T., who told me she was finding it too difficult to ask questions [on Sri Aurobindos Aphorisms] because it always seemed to be the same thing! So now she has nothing to ask. We have decided she wont ask any more questions, unless, by chance, something suddenly arouses a question in her. Otherwise, no more questions (Mother breathes a sigh of relief).
   63God is great, says the Mahomedan. Yes, He is so great that He can afford to be weak, whenever that too is necessary.

0 1961-09-23, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There were whole sections he redid completely, which were like descriptions of what I had told him of my own experiences. Nolini said this. When I recently reread Savitri, some phrases were very familiar and I said to Nolini, How odd, these are almost my very words! And he replied, But this has been changed, it was written differently; it has BECOME like this. As the thing became more and more concrete for him, he changed it. The breath of revelatory prophecy is extraordinary! It has an extraordinary POWER!
   What struck me is that he never wanted to write anything else. To write those articles for the Bulletin1 was really a heavy sacrifice for him. He had said he would complete certain parts of The Synthesis of Yoga,2 but when he was asked to do so, he replied, No, I dont want to go down to that mental level!

0 1961-10-30, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Nor was it insignificant that fire, Agni, was the core of the Vedic mysteries: Agni, the inner flame, the soul within us (for who can deny that the soul is fire?), the innate aspiration drawing man towards the heights; Agni, the ardent will within us that sees, always and forever, and remembers; Agni, the priest of the sacrifice, the divine worker, the envoy between earth and heaven (Rig-veda III, 3.2) he is there in the middle of his house (I.70.2). The Fathers who have divine vision set him within as a child that is to be born (IX.83.3). He is the boy suppressed in the secret cavern (V.2.1). He is as if life and the breath of our existence, he is as if our eternal child (I.66.1). O Son of the body (III.4.2), O Fire, thou art the son of heaven by the body of the earth (III.25.1). Immortal in mortals (IV.2. 1), old and outworn he grows young again and again (II.4.5). When he is born he becomes one who voices the godhead: when as life who grows in the mother he has been fashioned in the mother he becomes a gallop of wind in his movement (III.29.11). O Fire, when thou art well borne by us thou becomest the supreme growth and expansion of our being, all glory and beauty are in thy desirable hue and thy perfect vision. O Vastness, thou art the plenitude that carries us to the end of our way; thou art a multitude of riches spread out on every side (II.1.12). O Fire brilliant ocean of light in which is divine vision (III.22.2), the Flame with his hundred treasures O knower of all things born(I.59).
   But the divine fire is not our exclusive privilegeAgni exists not only in man: He is the child of the waters, the child of the forests, the child of things stable and the child of things that move. Even in the stone he is there (I.70.2).

0 1962-01-09, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Given the worlds present set-up, this is normal but if the supramental world were to be realized, it shouldnt remain normal. Clearly, a considerable change has to take place in the physical substance. That will probably be the essential difference between the bodies fashioned by Natures methods and those to be fashioned by supramental knowledgea new element will come in, and we will no longer be natural. But so long as this natural element is present, well, a certain amount of patience is probably requiredlet the body catch its breath, otherwise something gives way.
   It gets much less winded, of course, when you have the inner equality of the divine Presence. So much fatigue is due to excess tension produced by desire or effort or struggle, by the constant battle against all opposing forces. All that can go.

0 1962-02-24, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The time varies. You inhale through the left nostril for lets say 4 seconds, then you hold your breath for 16 seconds, raising the diaphragm and closing all the openings; after 16 seconds you exhale for 8 seconds through the other nostril.
   Are these the official figures?
   I had trouble breathing in slowly enough thats a bit hard. I began with 4 and eventually managed to do 12. I did 12-12-12-12. It took me months to reach that, it cant be done quickly. To brea the in very slowly and hold all that air isnt easy.
   Now I have lost the knack, I can barely do more than 6 (Mother demonstrates). I count: 1-2-3-4 no quicker.
   But instead of doing equal amounts of time, it might be better to do less for inhaling and more for holding the breath. The holding part is extremely interesting! When the air is inside, lets say you have a headache or a sore throat or a pain in your arm, anything then you take the air (Mother demonstrates) and direct it to the unwell part very, very helpful and pleasant and interesting. You see the force go to the spot, settle in and stay there, all sorts of things.
   Ah, its funny, because just this morning. Did you come for the balcony?
   Pranayama: breathing exercises.
   Uddiyana-bandha and jalandhara-bandha.

0 1962-05-29, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Here (gesture to the head and above) the work is done and will not be undone; there is no danger, the link is quite well established. All you have to do is this (Mother takes a breath) and there it is.
   To open here (gesture to the heart), the method is a bit too classical, in that you would inevitably fall back into classical learning, all the classical methods and meansit will happen by itself, quite naturally.

0 1962-07-21, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Then look at India. Except for some solitary giants, everywhere there is your simple man, that is, the average man who does not want to think and cannot think, who has not the least Shakti but only a temporary excitement. In India, you want the simple thought, the easy word. In Europe they want the deep thought, the deep word; there even an ordinary laborer or artisan thinks, wants to know, is not satisfied with surface things but wants to go behind. But there is still this difference: there is a fatal limitation in the strength and thought of Europe. When it comes into the spiritual field, its thought-power can no longer move ahead. There Europe sees everything as riddlenebulous metaphysics, yogic hallucination. They rub their eyes as in smoke and can see nothing clear. Still, some effort is being made in Europe to surmount even this limitation. We already have the spiritual sensewe owe it to our forefa thersand whoever has that sense has at his disposal such Knowledge and Shakti as with one breath might blow away all the huge power of Europe like a blade of grass. But to get that Shakti one must be a worshiper of Shakti. We are not worshipers of Shakti. We are worshipers of the easy way. But Shakti is not to be had by the easy way. Our forefa thers dived into a sea of vast thought and gained a vast Knowledge and established a mighty civilization. As they went on in their way, fatigue and weariness came upon them. The force of thought diminished and with it also the strong current of Shakti. Our civilization has become an achalayatana [prison], our religion a bigotry of externals, our spirituality a faint glimmer of light or a momentary wave of religious intoxication. And so long as this sort of thing continues, any permanent resurgence of India is improbable
   In Bengal this weakness has gone to the extreme. The Bengali has a quick intelligence, emotional capacity and intuition. He is foremost in India in all these qualities. All of them are necessary but they do not suffice. If to these there were added depth of thought, calm strength, heroic courage and a capacity for and pleasure in prolonged labor, the Bengali might be a leader not only of India, but of mankind. But he does not want that, he wants to get things done easily, to get knowledge without thinking, the fruits without labor, siddhi by an easy sadhana [discipline]. His stock is the excitement of the emotional mind. But excess of emotion, empty of knowledge, is the very symptom of the malady. In the end it brings about fatigue and inertia. The country has been constantly and gradually going down. The life-power has ebbed away. What has the Bengali come to in his own country? He cannot get enough food to eat or clothes to wear, there is lamentation on all sides, his wealth, his trade and commerce, his lands, his very agriculture have begun to pass into the hands of others. We have abandoned the sadhana of Shakti and Shakti has abandoned us. We do the sadhana of Love, but where Knowledge and Shakti are not, there Love does not remain, there narrowness and littleness come, and in a little and narrow mind there is no place for Love. Where is Love in Bengal? There is more quarreling, jealousy, mutual dislike, misunderstanding and faction there than anywhere else even in India which is so much afflicted by division.

0 1962-07-25, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   We would have to say it all in one breath.
   Yes, thats it. Thats just the thing! How can we say everything in one breath? Thats exactly it.
   Its clear to me that for writing we need a kind of global expression.

0 1962-07-31, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Psychology: thats abstract. What they want is: on such and such a date he went to this place, saw these people and did thisall the most external and banal sorts of things. Even yoga boils down to: he sat down and stayed there for so many hours, he had this vision, he tried out that method, he did asanas and breathing exercises. That, for them, is concrete. That and that alone. Psychology is thoroughly abstractthoroughly. Its unreal to them.
   But Ive tried to be as concrete as possible! Like cutting up a rat on a dissecting table to see whats inside it.

0 1962-09-05, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I was lying on my chaise longue in concentration when all at once I found myself in my friend Zs house. He and several others were playing music. I could see everything very clearly, even more clearly than in the physical, and I moved around very quickly, unimpeded. I stayed there watching for a while, and even tried to attract their attention, but they were unaware of me. Then suddenly something pulled me, a sort of instinct: I must go back. I felt pain in my throat. I remember that to get out of their room, which was all closed except for one small opening high up, my form seemed to vaporize (because I still had a form, though unlike our material onemore luminous, less opaque), and I went out like smoke through the open window. Then I found myself back in my room, next to my body, and I saw that my head was twisted and rigid against the cushion, and I was having trouble breathing. I wanted to get into my body: impossible. So I became afraid. I entered through the legs, and when I reached the knees I seemed to bounce back out; two, three times like that: the consciousness rose and then bounced back out like a spring. If I could only tip over this stool, I thought (there was a small stool under my feet), the noise would wake me up! But nothing doing. And I was breathing more and more heavily. I was terribly afraid. Suddenly I remembered Mother and cried out, Mother! Mother! and found myself back in my body, awake, with a stiff neck.
   (Mother laughs and laughs.)

0 1963-06-15, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its true, people are generally built for the place where they are to live, but in my case, I felt comfortable only here. Up to the age of thirty, my whole childhood and youth, I always felt coldalways cold. And in winter Yet I went skating, did exercises, I led a very active life but cold, terribly cold! I felt as if I lacked the sun. But when I came here: Ah, at last! (Mother takes a breath) Now I am comfortable. The first year when I came here, bringing all that accumulated cold in my body, at the height of summer, in this season, I was going about in a woolen suit! A skirt, a blouse and a cloak. People would stare at me. I didnt even notice itit was my natural dress.
   When I left again, I went by boat (people didnt travel by plane at the time), and when I came to the middle of the Mediterranean, I fell sicksick from the cold, in the Mediterranean! So you see, I was built for the work here, (laughing) it was foreseen!

0 1963-07-06, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The next morning, he was much better. I was hoping he had decided to stay, but we were without news for about twenty-four hours, till suddenly we were told he had stopped breathing and was being given oxygen. And then he left.
   And I saw it so clearly: had he consented (naturally, every beings soul is free, it is free to decide), had he consented to stay on, I would have had enough power to keep him, to maintain his body in a condition good enough to keep him alive, BUT I DIDNT HAVE THE POWER TO UNDO THE DAMAGE DONEthat isnt there yet.

0 1964-03-14, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But even before I did the yoga, as soon as I returned to France from America or Africa, I would suffocate instantly, I couldnt stayl never could. I could brea the in Brazil, I could brea the in Africa or even in Guyana, I could brea the in those countries, but in France, in Europe, I couldnt breathe.
   In Europe, yes.

0 1964-09-23, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There is ONE sound which, to me, has an extraordinary powerextraordinary and UNIVERSAL (thats the important point): it doesnt depend on the language you speak, it doesnt depend on the education you were given, it doesnt depend on the atmosphere you breathe. And that sound, without knowing anything, I used to say it when I was a child (you know how in French we say, Oh!; well, I used to say OM, without knowing anything!). And indeed, I made all kinds of experiments with that soundits fantastic, even, fantastic! Its unbelievable.
   So then, if around this you build something that corresponds to your own aspirationcertain sounds or words that FOR YOU evoke a soul state then its very good.

0 1964-10-07, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And at the same time, a reliefa physical reliefas if the air were easier to breathe. Yes, it was a bit like being shut inside a shella suffocating shell and at any rate, an opening has been made in it. You can breathe. I dont know if its more than that, but at any rate, something has been as if torn open, and you can breathe.
   It was a totally, totally material and cellular action.

0 1964-10-14, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   You try out a number of landmarks in order to build yourself a cage. And then, suddenly, a breatha luminous, golden, warm, relaxed, comfortable breath: Oh, but its obvious, thats how it is! But I will be CARRIED quite naturally to the placewhats all this complication!?
   It is the body learning its lesson. Its learning its lesson.

0 1965-07-10, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   So whats wrong? Do you have difficulty breathing?
   Its a bit like that. And also hot, very hot.

0 1965-09-29, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I had this experience very, very strongly. When I left here [in 1915], as I got farther away, I felt as if emptied of something, and once in the Mediterranean, I wasnt able to bear it any longer: I fell ill. And even in Japan, which outwardly is a marvelous countrymarvelously beautiful and harmonious (it WAS, I dont know what it is nowadays), and outwardly it was a joy every minute, a breathtaking joy, so strong was the expression of beautyyet I felt empty, empty, empty, I absolutely lacked (Mother opens her mouth as though suffocating) I lacked the important Thing. And I found it again only when I came back here.
   Mother is probably alluding (in addition to the cease-fire violations by Pakistan) to a declaration from Delhi that India considered as obsolete the treaty signed in 1954 by Nehru recognizing China's sovereignty over Tibet. (That "declaration" did not hold for long.)

0 1965-11-23, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   You know, you are in considerable discomfort, out of sorts, unable to breathe, you have a feeling of nausea, of helplessness, you cant even move, or think or do anything in a word, quite out of sorts; and then suddenly the Consciousness the bodily consciousness of the Vibration of Love, which is the very essence of the creation, just one second: everything lights up, pfft! gone, its all gone. Then you look at yourself, amazedits all gone. You were in considerable discomfortits all gone.
   Well, I dont think words can convey this. Its not even a question of living in the atmospherewhat is it? Maybe one day it will be a power. The power to pass this on. Then it will be possible for everything to change.

0 1965-11-27, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There are lots of things like that. Since the 24th [the darshan day] I have been living in this new consciousness and have seen the picture of a lot of things. There are even experiences I had gone through which Ive understood now. Like for instance when I fasted for ten days (completely, without even a drop of water), without a thought for food (I didnt have time to eat), and it wasnt a struggle: it was a decision. And at that time there was a faculty in me which developed little by little, and when for example I breathed in flowers, it was nourishing. I saw it: you get nourished in a subtler way.
   Only, the body isnt ready. The body isnt ready and it deteriorates, which means that it eats itself up. So that shows that the time hadnt come and it was just an experimentan experiment which teaches you something, which teaches you that there mustnt be a blunt refusal to come in contact with the corresponding matter, there mustnt be isolation (you cant isolate yourself, thats impossible), but a communion on a higher or deeper level.
   All those things have been told a thousand times, they have been written I dont know how many times, they have been thought and expressedall that is very fine, up there. But this is seen on the [material] plane itself, felt, lived, breathed, absorbed; its something else altogether. Its an understanding that has nothing to do with intellectual understanding.
   (after a long silence)

0 1965-12-04, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   I am made to learn that all the time. You see, its a long time since that blissful contentment stopped existing (I never had it much, if it did exist at a given time, its a very long time since it stopped holding on), but I am taught to pass on to a higher stage in which one is sufficiently free from all external vibrations to be able to live in the true, harmonious Vibration. But for the body its difficult, because every time you eat, you absorb disorder; every time you breathe, you absorb disorderyou live in disorder. So its a work of clarification, organization, harmonization, and everything becomes very still, absolutely still: there (gesture to the forehead), absolute silence and light the light of an unmoving light; and then, to make that come down here (the body). Very still Yet the blood is constantly moving along, isnt it? But I think it must be moving at a slower pace. Then its fine.
   I think external science says its in sleep that toxins are burnt; well, thats the point: its the stillness that illuminates dark vibrations.

0 1966-06-02, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   When I lie down on my bed at night, there is an offering of all the cells, which regularly surrender as completely as they can, with an aspiration not only for union but for fusion: let there remain nothing but the Divine. Its regular, every day, every single day. And for some time, these cells or this body consciousness (but it isnt organized as a consciousness: its like a collective consciousness of the cells), it seemed to be complaining a little, to be saying, But we dont feel much. We do feel (they cant say they dont feel: they feel protected, supported), but still They are like children, they were complaining that it wasnt spectacular: It HAS to be marvelous. (Mother laughs) Ah, very well, then! So two nights ago, they were in that state when I went to bed. I didnt move from the bed till about two in the morning. At two in the morning I got up, and I suddenly noticed that all the cells, the whole body (but it really is a cellular consciousness, not a body consciousness; it isnt the consciousness of this or that person: theres no person, its the consciousness of a cellular aggregate), that consciousness felt bathed in and at the same time shot through by a MATERIAL power of a fan-tas-tic velocity bearing no relation to the velocity of light, none at all: the velocity of light is something slow and unhurried in comparison. Fantastic, fantastic! Something that must be like the movement of the centers out there (Mother gestures towards faraway galactic space). It was so awesome! I remained quite peaceful, still, I sat quite peaceful; but still, peaceful as I could be, it was so awesome, as when you are carried away by a movement and are going so fast that you cant breathe. A sort of discomfort. Not that I couldnt breathe, that wasnt the point, but the cells felt suffocated, it was so awesome. And at the same time with a sensation of power, a power that nothing, nothing whatsoever can resist in any way. So I had been pulled out of my bed (I noticed it) so that the BODY consciousness (mark the difference: it wasnt the cells consciousness, it was the bodys consciousness) would teach the cells how to surrender and tell them, There is only one way: a total surrender, then you will no longer have that sensation of suffocation. And there was a slight concentration, like a little lesson. It was very interesting: a little lesson, how it should be done, what should be done, how to abandon oneself entirely. And when I saw it had been understood, I went back to bed. And then, from that time (it was two, two: twenty) till quarter to five, I was in that Movement without a single break! And the peculiar thing was that when I got up, there was in that consciousness (which is both cellular and a bit corporeal) the sense of Ananda [divine joy] in everything the body did: getting up, walking, washing its eyes, brushing its teeth. For the first time in my life I felt the Ananda (a quite impersonal Ananda), an Ananda in those movements. And with the feeling, Ah, thats how the Lord enjoys Himself.
   Its no longer in the foreground (it was in the foreground for an hour or two to make me understand), now its a bit further in the background. But, you understand, previously the body used to feel that its whole existence was based on the Will, the surrender to the supreme Will, and endurance. If it was asked, Do you find life pleasant?, it didnt dare to say no, because but it didnt find it pleasant. Life wasnt for its own pleasure and it didnt understand how it could give pleasure. There was a concentration of will in a surrender striving to be as perfectpainstakingly perfectas possible, and a sense of endurance: holding on and holding out. That was the basis of its existence. Then, when there were transitional periods which are always difficult, like, for instance, switching from one habit to another, not in the sense of changing habits but of switching from one support to another, from one impulsion to another (what I call the transfer of power), its always difficult, it occurs periodically (not regularly but periodically) and always when the body has gathered enough energy for its endurance to be more complete; then the new transition comes, and its difficult. There was that will and that endurance, and also, Let Your Will be done, and Let me serve You as You want me to, as I should serve You, let me belong to You as You want me to, and also, Let there remain nothing but You, let the sense of the person disappear (it had indeed disappeared to a considerable extent). And there was this sudden revelation: instead of that base of enduranceholding on at any costinstead of that, a sort of joy, a very peaceful but very smiling joy, very smiling, very sweet, very smiling, very charmingcharming! So innocent, something so pure and so lovely: the joy which is in all things, in everything we do, everything, absolutely everything. I was shown last night: everything, but everything, there isnt one vibration that isnt a vibration of joy.

0 1966-06-29, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Spontaneously, Id say its the fire or the breath that carries the whole world. Its the fire that makes everything live that makes the chest breathe, that makes the sea heave
   Thats not bad!
   Its the breath or the force that carries the world that makes it be.
   Thats not bad, lets note it down!
   I dont know. Consciousness is the breath or the fire that carries everything.
   But if I say fire, theyll immediately say, Ah, consciousness is fire, then!
   The breath that carries everything, that makes everything breathe?
   (Mother writes:)
   Consciousness is the breath that is the life of everything.
   Consciousness is the breath that makes everything live.

0 1966-10-29, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Not last night but the night before, I spent a long time, almost two hours of our time here, with Sri Aurobindo. I have told you he has something that translates as an abode (its magnificent, magnificent!) in the subtle physical. Its always immense, so clear, well-defined, yet fully open. And I get a sense of (Mother takes a deep breath) phew! open, luminousalways, in every case. He is there maybe not quite as he was here (but it makes no difference to me because the change has been very progressive: I have followed Sri Aurobindo almost from day to day, step by step), and he is perhaps rather taller, with perhaps a form that has greater perfection, I dont know, but to me, his expression (Mother smiles with her eyes closed) his expression is inexpressible. I spent a very, very long time with him. In those huge rooms (they are limitless, you know, you feel you could go indefinitely from one room to another, from one place to another), he was directing It was in a part of the place with a certain number of rooms (four, five or six, I dont know), large rooms where he was directing a pottery, just imagine! But it wasnt like here. There were objects made of clay. There wasnt any process of firing, painting or any like that (it wasnt like here), but there were shapes which looked like pottery shapes, and they had a power (Mother gestures downward) to manifest. And then, there was everything: animals, plants, people, things, everything, with all possible colors. I went from one to another, looking, explaining. I had spent a long time with him, and I knew exactly why and how it was done, and afterwards I went and studied the work and observed. Then the rooms were arranged, the things were put in their place: that was as if to show the result. And things charming in their simplicity, yet they contained an extraordinary power of manifestation! But they had a deep meaning. I took an object made of a very dark reddish brown earth, and it was badly put together, that is, the shape wasnt right and I showed it to the pottery foreman (there was a pottery foreman in each room, looking after the work). I showed it to him, and told him (it was fairly big at the bottom, with a small piece at the top [Mother draws a sort of vase with a neck], anyway it wasnt well done), I explained it to him, saying, You understand, its not properly balanced. And while I was holding it in my fingersit broke. Then he said to me, Oh, I am going to mend it. I answered, If you like, but its not as it should be. Of course, we say it with our words, but there, it had a very precise MEANING. Then, there were kinds of big openings between one room and another (they werent rooms, they were huge halls), and one went on to the place where they made fish! But the fish werent fish (!), they had another meaning. And there were fish this big, made of clay, colored and gleaming, magnificent: one was blue-green, another yellowish white, but pretty, so pretty! And they were kept on the floor as if it were water: the fish were kept on the floor, right in the way. So I thought, Thats not very convenient! (Mother laughs) And said like this, it all looks like childishness, but there it had a very deep meaning, very deep.
   It was very interesting.

0 1966-11-30, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   With C. [Mothers attendant, who had fallen sick] I did think it was something of the sort, because two days beforeh and I was warned about a formation: a formation which came with a grimacing face and told me, Its over and done with all C.s fine work. You know, they are very small consciousnesses with a big spitefulness, and also some rage or otherwhy? Towards something they dont understand. And then, they use a rather rudimentary occult knowledge. I did what had to be done, but in the beginning I didnt think it was exactly magic: there were lots of reasons. Then, yesterday, C. himself had a dream in which someone was chasing after him (someone or something, he didnt know exactly what), and he ran and ran to escape. He ran till he woke up, and he woke up completely out of breath, as exhausted as if he had really run. Then I said to myself that what I had thought was correct.
   Last night I was attacked: I saw two huge black beasts, like bulls, or bison, rather, huge, with gigantic breastsforces, really, all black. One of them paid no attention to me, but the other came charging at me, to attack me, so I ran, and then I woke up.

0 1967-01-21, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   In that way, all habits are undone. Its the same with all the functionings: blood circulation, digestion, breathingall the functions. And at the moment of transition, its not that one abruptly takes the place of the other, but there is a state of fluidity between the two which is difficult. Its only because of that great Faith, a perfectly still, luminous, constant, immutable faith in the real existence of the supreme Lordin the SOLE real existence of the Supreme that everything goes on apparently as it is.
   There are as if great waves of all the ordinary movements, ordinary ways of being, ordinary habits, which are pushed back and which come back again, and try to engulf and are pushed back again. And I can see that for years the body and the whole body consciousness used to rush back into the old way to seek safety, as a measure of safety, in order to elude; but now, the body has been persuaded not to do it any more and on the contrary to accept, Well, if its dissolution, let it be dissolution. But it accepts what will be.

0 1967-07-05, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   For instance, that relationship of simplicity (like that of a child) in which you very simply ask for the thing you feel the need for, but without mental complications; without explanations, without justifications, without all that useless farragosimply, Oh, I would like You have, for instance, quite a special feeling towards someone or something and you would like that someone or something to be perfectly harmonious, happy (which physically is expressed by good health or favourable circumstances), and so, spontaneously, simply, you say, Oh! (you pray), Oh, may it be like that! And it happens. Then the thought (the general human thought): This has happened, therefore its the expression of the Truth. And it becomes a principle: This is true, this is the way things should be. But up above, in that Consciousness that global Consciousness in that total Harmony, those things in themselves, in their material expression (good health, favourable circumstances) are of no more than minor importance, so to say, of almost nonexistent importance: things may be this way or that or this (they may be a hundred different ways), without its making any difference to the Harmony; but this particular way is chosen because of the simple, pure, candid beauty of the aspiration that is lovely, that is powerful in its simplicity. And, you know, without mental complication, without hypocrisy of any sort, without pretence of any sort: very simply, but from a luminous, pure, loving heart, without any egoism, just like that. So thats a lovely light which has its place; and because of it, things may be this way or that (good health, favourable circumstances), it doesnt matter, its unimportant. Human beings attach importance only to the external form, to what has manifested; they say, Oh, this is true, since it isand its a passing breath of air. But the cause of it, its origin has a place in that total, universal Harmony: a disinterested goodwill, love devoid of egoism, trust that doesnt argue or reason, simplicityingenious simplicity for which evil doesnt exist.4 If we could catch hold of that and keep it That trust for which evil doesnt existnot trust in what takes place here: trust up above, in that all-powerful principle of Harmony.
   (long silence, then Mother repeats this prayer:)

0 1967-08-26, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Yes, you could tell her very politely (laughing) saying that a breath of fresh air would do her good! But shell propose to meet you outside!1
   Im going to try to do something but she isnt very You know, they always strike me (laughing) as being surrounded by something sticky, as if they had sticky tape around them!You cant get in.

0 1967-10-25, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And take the charge of breath and speech and act
   And all the thoughts shall be a glow of suns

0 1967-11-22, #Agenda Vol 08, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   From time to time, some of the cells scold the others, thats very funny! They scold them, they catch hold of them, make silly remarks (in their own way) to those which want (Mother draws a tiny circle) to go on with the old habits: digestion must be done in a certain way, absorption must be done in a certain way, circulation must be done in a certain way, breathing must all the functions have to be done according to Natures method. And when it isnt like that, they are worried. Then those which know catch hold of them and give them a good bombardment of the Lord, its very funny!
   There is something that renders into words (its wordless, but something in there renders into words), and so there are conversations between the cells (Mother laughs): You fool, why are you afraid? Dont you see its the Lord doing this to transform you? Then the other: Ah! And then it falls quiet, opens out, and waits. And the pain goes away, the disorder goes away, and then everything works out.

0 1968-06-15, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Yes, for this body, its what we might call purely material: theres no vital or mental intervention. What generally happens to people is that the vital intervenes and so does the mind that never, ever happens [in Mother]. That belongs to the past, theres no question of it any longer. Everything takes place purely in the physical consciousness. So for the ordinary consciousness, its disequilibriums between the various functionings of breathing, digestion, blood circulation and so on. But for me, all that has become the expression of something else.

0 1968-07-06, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   So there have been two or three cases (two cases were very clear), and this morning, this stupid body of mine started running out of breath: Too, too fast, too fast. So it had to be kept still (it started running a temperature) and stop eating. But I had told it (I saw it came because of someone whos very ill; a combination of all kinds of things at the same time), during the night I had said to it that there was this work to be done [the radio recording], and so there was no question of flinching. So then, to be able to do it, it did away with all the restit didnt arrange flowers, didnt take its breakfast and so on.
   The cold, too, came from someone (I have no opportunity to catch cold), it was from someone. I know who it is, but

0 1968-07-17, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother is running a temperature, breathing with difficulty and coughing. She hasn't eaten anything. She receives Satprem lying on her couch.)
   Its the same thing going on.

0 1968-11-23, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And the whole night was like thateverything. Even now the two things are there: a little of the ordinary consciousness, as if mechanically, but I just have to remain still or concentrated for a second and its there. And its the BODYS experience, you understand, physical, material, the bodys experience: everything, absolutely everything is full, full, theres NOTHING but That, and we are like everything is like something shriveled, you know, like dried-up bark, something dried up. You get the impression that things (not completelysuperficially) have become hard, dry, and thats why they dont feel. Thats why they dont feel Him, otherwise everything, but everything is NOTHING but That; you cant brea the without breathing Him, you understand; you move about, and its within Him that you move about; you are everything, the whole universe is within Him but MATERIALLY, physically, physically.
   Its the cure of the drying up that I am now seeking.

0 1969-01-04, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother gives roses to Satprem, then breathes in the smell of a bunch of small yellow flowers near her.)
   [Hymenan therum, small yellow daisies.]

0 1969-04-12, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Driven by her breath across lifes tossing deep,
   Through the thunders roar and through the windless hush,

0 1969-04-16, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   He dared to live when breath and thought were still.
   Thats it.

0 1969-05-24, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its a very strange sensation: no relationship remains as it was before. Nothing: neither of the body with itself, nor of the body with others, nor anything; its all like something that has disappeared. Now and then, you know, its like a breath of air passing by, a small thing I cant say how it ischarming. Its not a pleasure, not a joy, its a breeze passing by, something quite special and charming, quite charming. You drink a drop of something, which the minute before was absolutely dullits not intense, not violent, not strong, but charming. The next minute, its gone. The body suddenly feels a sense of peaceful and luminous rest, something quite adorable the next minute, it feels pain all over. So everything is like that.
   A sort of identification with everything, which is far from being too pleasant (its not unpleasant either), but it gives a bizarre impression of life. Everything is like that. One moment, the impression that you dont depend on anything, that you are an expression (how could I put it? [Mother smiles]) an expression of the Lord, and that you depend on nothing; the next minute, that you are nothing at all, merely a sort of semiconscious movement in the middle of a general semiconsciousness very unpleasant. Its like that, and all the time like that. At one time, things become so (what should I say?) repugnant, almost, that you feel like screaming and in fact, if you dont keep a check on yourself, you do start screaming. Another time everything is so peaceful that you feel as if you are entering an eternity So you understand All that you can do in the middle of all that is to be still!

0 1969-10-18, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Theres a background (its mostly that), a background of unconscious Negation which is still behind everything, but everything; its still there everywhere: you eat or breatheyou receive that Negation. For everything to be transformed, its still a colossal work. But when you are on the other side, as we might call it (its not sides), in the other state, it seems so natural that you wonder why things arent like that, why they seem so difficult. And then, as soon as youre back to this other side, its (Mother takes her head in her hands) The mixture is still there, undeniably.
   Truly, the ordinary state, the old state, is consciously (meaning its a conscious perception), its death and suffering. And then in the other state, death and suffering appear to be absolutely unreal there you are.

0 1969-11-01, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   He remains as he is. He said, Id rather get killed on the spot than change my policy! And in the same breath, he says, I want to find, I want to find, and if I dont find, it means the Divine doesnt want me to. So he wants to find, but doesnt want to change.
   Ill tell you something. The last time he came, I had him sit down and I thought, Well see. I started the meditation as usual, it was very good and he received the same thing as before. It was exactly the same. Then I invoked (because it was the day of the pujas), I invoked the four Aspects of the Mother. They came. Two of them stood on one side of A.R., two of them on the other side. Then I waited. And after a while, I saw him lower his head, and suddenly, he started coughing1 (which he had never done). Then I stopped. But I didnt ask anything, I gave him a consolation letter, and then this message I had given the other day:

0 1969-11-08, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   It seems almost certain that Mother meant to say the opposite: much less time. Let us recall that she once said to Satprem, "In the end, it's nothinga mere breath and it will be done."
   Conversation of October 1: "When the physical has learned something, it never forgets, that doesn't budge anymore."

0 1969-11-12, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother gasps for breath)
   Its true, I spent years and years and years changing that that is, having the consciousness remain conscious the whole night. But it takes a very long time.
   Its interesting because, I remember, I had already been doing the yoga; I already had an experience greater than most people have when I had that difficulty with the nerves (it was in 1915), I remember how it was and how I held out. And it has come back after 1915 and now its 1969, that is to say more than fifty years later. And I really felt the difference in my body, really. The first day it came (I should tell you that its one of the pains regarded as hardest to bear), when it came, the only there was nothing but, Ah, You. Thats all. Like that. And clinging like this (same gesture with clenched fists), not moving anymore. Those are pains that prevent you from breathing, prevent you from moving; theyre extreme, all the nerves go awry; well, before, I knew, I would call, but I was somehow (at least partly) identified with the pain, whereas this time, the reaction wasnt one of suffering the suffering was there, but no reaction of oh, what might be expressed as that wonderful self-pity people always have. Well, that was completely gone, there was only, Ah! You, You, You, You, You And there was a pressure on the person who was therewho by the way wasnt aware of anything, neither the other day nor yesterday (the first time, it was a woman; yesterday it was a man): they didnt notice anything.
   But I said to myself, Well, well, things are getting serious! The vital world has started rebelling.

0 1970-03-14, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mothers voice is quite altered. She sounds more and more out of breath, as if her voice had to cut across great distances.)
   (To Sujata:) Well do that tomorrowtomorrow morning?
   What Sri Aurobindo says here about diseases is just the point: the power of habit, of all constructions, of what appears inescapable and irrevocable in diseases. With all that, experiences seem to multiply in order to show in order for one to learn that its simply a question of attitude the attitude of going beyond beyond this mental prison humanity has locked itself in, and of breathing up above.
   Its the BODYS experience. Before, those who had inner experiences would say, Yes, up above, thats the way it is, but here Now the but here will soon cease to be. This tremendous change is whats being conquered, so physical life may be ruled by the higher consciousness and not by the mental world. Its the change of authority. Its difficult. Its hard. Its painful. There is some damage done, naturally, but But truly, one can seeone can see. And thats the REAL CHANGE, thats what will enable the new Consciousness to express itself. And the body is learning, its learning its lessonall bodies, all bodies.

0 1970-04-08, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   There is also a difficulty breathing. breath is is short.
   But I am constantly out of breath. I dont think theres any disease, I dont get that impression. On the contrary, I get the impression that certain things are rather getting better (oh, nothing very spectacular, but some things do get better). But there are two difficulties: one is breathingshort, very shortand the other is eating. Drinking, I can still drink.
   Dont know.

0 1970-04-29, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But I know that this bodys life (what can I say?) yes, this bodys life is a miracle. Which means that if it werent what it is and the way it is, and arranged as it is, anyone else would be dead. But then, if you knew (smiling) how it becomes The body is conscious (and things arent hidden from it: its not led up the garden path, its allowed to see things as they are), so then this is the way it is, it says, After all, it would make a difference mainly for others! For me Only, you understand, they are still in this kind of illusion of death because this [the body] disappears; and even this [Mothers body] no longer quite knows which of the two is [true]! For it, the truth should be Matterwell, even about that, it isnt quite sure (laughing) what that is! There is the other, the other way of seeing and feeling and beingano ther way of being. And this [the body] is beginning to wonder It knows that the old way is no longer that, but its beginning to wonder what it [the new way] will be like, that is to say, the way of perceiving, the relationship with things: How will the new consciousness relate with the old consciousness of those who will still be humans? All these things will remain what they are, but there will be a way of perceiving them, a relationship It comes its strange, it comes like a breath of aira breath of airand then it disappears again. Like a breath of another way of seeing, another way of feeling, another way of listening. And thats something drawing near, as it were, and then getting veiled. But then in the appearance [of Mothers body], in the appearance its (Mother makes a chaotic gesture). Yet, quite visibly, I am not ill, but at times its very difficult. Very difficult. And then, several times Ive had both [ways of being] at the same time. So (laughing) the body says to itself, Well, if people knew the way you are, theyd say youre quite insane! (Mother laughs) And it laughs.
   Its not afraid. Its not afraid.

0 1970-05-06, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother is unwell again. She has difficulty speaking and is very short of breath.)
   Im not well.

0 1970-05-27, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   True, it could be the intermediary. But the other thing would really mean a different degree of energy the absorption of a different degree of energy. As you used to do in the past when you breathed the smell of flowers, for instance, or as Madame Thon used to do when she put a fruit (I forget which) on her chest.
   A grapefruit! Oh, I saw that, it was extraordinary! She would put the fruit on her chest and it would dry out! She would simply put it there and she would keep it for a few hours, and when she removed it, it was all flabby, there was nothing left!
   Ah no, the air is disgusting! Its full of everybodys breathing. Thats the problem, its disgusting. Something else is needed.
   Because I experienced the fact that if I go in the mountains, I hardly need to eat at all. I feel air nourishes me but THERE, not here. Here, its disgusting.

0 1970-07-04, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   You breathe, you eat, you and its the Divine.
   If I were to tell in detail what goes on, its absolutely wonderful! For instance, while eating, when the body keeps its true attitude and the perception of the Divine presence in all things, and naturally in what it absorbs, and when it absorbs it automatically with that attitude, without any contradiction, everything takes place without any difficulty. To such a point that if the attitude deteriorates (whatever), things can go to (gesture of choking) swallowing the wrong way, like that, in the space of a few seconds. Its clearly a transitional period, but how long will it last? I dont know. The harmony of the functioning is becoming miraculousmiraculous. Only, its not automatic, it still depends on the attitude. Its not something that imposes itself, its a consequence.

0 1970-07-11, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   O my unique Love which sprang from my heart and filled it so much that it made my life blossom. O my Lord of unique Love who has given himself to me wholly and by the Grace-Light has transmuted me. My Love that has entered and unified with me in my heart, so as to transform my body into a golden body. The skin has become supple, the influx of the nervous current all over the body is vibrating, with pauses in between; the bones have become pliable and plastic in their nature; the soft muscles have become truly loosened; the blood has become condensed within; the semen has become concentrated into a single drop and confined in the chest; the petals of the brain2 have blossomed or expanded; amrita [nectar of immortality] is welling up into springs all over the body and filling it up; the luminous forehead perspires; the luminous face brightens up; the breath full of peace becomes cool and refreshing; the inner smile beams up; the hair stands on end; tears of joy flow down towards the feet; the mouth vibrates into the passionate calling [of the Divine]; the ear tubes ring with the sense of musically humming sound; the body has become cool; the soft chest moves; the hands join [as in prayer]; the legs revolve or spin round; the mind melts sweetly, the intelligence becomes full of light; the will becomes full of joy and harmony; the individuality has enlarged itself everywhere; the heart has blossomed into the universality of feeling so as to be felt by the world outwardly; the whole knowledge-body has become blissful; even the spiritual egoism of the senses has gone away; the senses (tattva) have been replaced wholly by the truth (sattva), the truth-principle or truth-substance which alone prevails now uniquely; attachment to objects of the senses and to things of the world has dissolved away, and only the aspiration and will towards the illimitable Grace grows and intensifies.3
   And how long did he live like this?

0 1970-07-18, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   No, outside its all right, it doesnt stop you from breathing the air, but inside, no.
   You wanted to know about someone I see? What someone did they tell you about?

0 1970-09-05, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother looks exhausted. She speaks with great difficulty, as if out of breath.)
   Me, I have nothing to say; if you have something to ask, I can speak a little.
   (long silence Mother pants for breath)
   So then, what do you say?
   You see, I am short of breath.
   The thing is, I dont know Sometimes the body is tired; that means it would like to cease. But that doesnt last, of course, only there is in the consciousness the fact that It still has a very great energyan energy, even force; but its in I dont know, in the consciousness, like a It doesnt know whats expected of it: whether its expected to find the energy to recover and live normally again, or else whether it is to go like this (crumbling gesture). But then this [general disorganization] is disgusting, its
   Thats how it is, all the time out of breath.
   (Then she goes into a long meditation, now quieter, now panting for breath; she emerges from it with a start4)
   Its constantly like that.
   (Mother changes her position and plunges in again, now panting, now quieted. She gives a start again, shakes her head, then pants for breath again with brief quieter moments. Suddenly she sits up.)
   And then the legs hurt.

0 1970-09-09, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its like something preventing me from breathing freely.
   But the night after the day I saw you, when I told you, you remember, I told you (smiling) to pray for me
   Its like this (same gesture of suffocation), and its still there. There is one spot, like a spot where there is such a dreadful anguish. Do you feel how I have difficulty breathing?Thats it. Its constant.

0 1970-09-12, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its only the eyes. Eyes are strange. Of course, this [the swollen left eye] is troublesome, but at times I see almost clearly, and at other times everything is behind a veil. But breathing isnt normal yet. It seems there was an inflammation in the lungs (Mother touches the top of her chest, on the left side). Thats not quite normal yet.
   Is the anguish still there?
   (Mother is out of breath)
   And then, the breathing isnt free. Those two things should go, then it would be fine.
   Theres a physical diminution, of course (Mother touches her legs). I walk with difficulty and I have become stooped in a way quite Its bad for breathing.
   Only, I have noticed that it depends on a certain attitude. The trouble is that circumstances (gesture around) force me to think of this body, you understand? Thats troublesome. When I dont think of it, I am finewhen I think of the work or look at things, I am relatively fine. But this body has become very very cumbersome.
   And then this (Mother touches her throat and chest), breathing is short, bad, not free.
   But then, there would seem to be a sort of will to force you to remain in your body, since your concentrations are taken away from you, all that is taken away from you.
   For me, this life in the body is almost a torture, in the sense that it has no interest in itself, you understand. I had stopped enjoying it physically long ago. To such a point that people dont understand why I suffer: I dont look ill, except for this short breath which isnt that serious. I have nothing that may really be called a sufferingnothing. Its a sort of At any rate, the least I may say is a complete lack of interest: whether I eat or not The only thing is that I cant rest, in fact I cant (Mother gestures as if withdrawing from her body) go into a [higher consciousness]. Thats something For SO MANY years, so many years, more than twenty years maybe, I would lie down in bed and phew! (gesture of withdrawal) I would go into the Lord. And I am now forbidden to do this thats probably what is the greatest suffering.
   Its likely that its likely that I couldnt have borne this work, I would have left my body; it was too natural to (gesture of going out above). But (Mother brings her two fists down as if she were forcibly pushed down or held in Matter). But I didnt take the precaution of really pulling the Force into the body. I might say that my body had too much (probably the way of seeing and reacting to the material world), too much1 Extremely rarely in my lifeextremely rarely did I have Ananda in the physical body. Its only when I would see beautiful things (Mother lifts her eyes as if to look at the coconut tree near the Samadhi, which she can no longer see), that it, certain moments of contact with Nature then I had it but otherwise all my life there was never (how can I put it?) an occasion for Ananda, you understand.
   (Mother stops and tries to breathe)
   And then its troublesome not to brea the freely.
   Of course, when you are active, you dont notice it, but when youre there, like this, doing nothing, and you spend your time panting for breath its unpleasant.
   Now Ive asked to be given work. And you see, if I speak I get out of breath.

0 1970-09-19, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Long meditation, Mother pants for breath)
   Do you have any questions?
   (meditation again with labored breathing)
   Do you have anything to ask?

0 1970-09-30, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Whereas, if one were open and simply breathing thats all, doing nothing elseone would brea the Consciousness, Light, Comprehension, Force, Love and all the rest. But all that is wasted on the earth, because the earth isnt ready to take it. There.
   Is the earth a little more ready. Mother?

0 1970-10-03, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother goes into a long contemplation. Her breathing is better, becomes peaceful, but now and then there are involuntary movements of the left leg and the shoulders, especially the right shoulder.)
   Do you have anything?

0 1970-10-07, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother still breathes with difficulty)
   The message should be put as it is; if, later, we change it into a mantra, then we can put Ma.

0 1970-10-31, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (long silence Mothers breathing is hoarse2)
   Do you think it will be finished for February?
   Curiously, while Satprem read, Mothers breathing was normal throughout.
   Satprem actually reads his manuscript for the first time when he reads it out to Mother.

0 1971-05-22, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Me, I dont say anything. I mean if the Lord wants success for us, it can be breathTAKING. There is the possibility of a breathtaking successnot in the sky: here. The only thing is to know whether the time for success has come.
   (long silence)

0 1971-06-02, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother goes within, gasping for breath, she tries to speak half in trance without success)
   To want only what God wants.

0 1971-06-16, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Satprem suggest several extracts from the Agenda for "Notes on the Way," the first being that of May 22 on the intervention of the Supreme Wisdom: "The possibility of a breathtaking successnot in the sky: here.")
   Thats quite good. It brings back the atmosphere. Is it too soon to say it? I dont know.

0 1971-11-17, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   Its like at night: I dont sleep and I am not awake; I go into a state in which I dont sleep at allyet I am not awake. And I dont know how to describe what it is. And when its normal, it could it can last indefinitely, theres no sense of time or fatigue or duration. When the old consciousness comes back, theres almost unbearable suffering: I am suffocating or I cant breathe, or its a consciousness which shouldnt be there anymore. So quite naturally and effortlessly, I am in the new state, but if I am drawn into the old consciousness by circumstances, it becomes almost unbearable. You see. And it results in pains in the body or a body malfunction. But when I enter the new consciousness, everything takes place quite without my even noticing it and without any effort.
   Thats all I can say for the moment.
   A long meditation which was like a bath of dense, concentrated power as if you were in a "solid flow." It seemed to become more tremendously dense each timethough perhaps that is a subjective impression. We can't help mentioning a phenomenon that Satprem observed often enough: each time Mother came out of her contemplation, she had a sort of momentary suffocation and could not find her breath, as if she were really coming out of another air.

0 1971-12-01, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   You see, I am witnessing natures transformation. When I have nothing to do and I sit very quiet, its very clear. I see three things: the nature being transformed, or rather the new nature, what we can call the supramental way of seeing things (its getting clearer and clearer; the memory of the old nature remains but is fading more and more, to such a point that sometimes its almost incredible, it seems fantastic to have been like that). Then theres the physical deterioration that comes with age: for example, the physical inability to do what I used to do, the body getting old. But the aging is PURELY physical, I mean, I sit here all day long and have trouble moving about, things like that, but from the standpoint of perception, consciousness, theres no diminution. On the contrary, its getting clearer and clearer and more and more precise. But, for instance, I have trouble speaking (Mother touches her chest, she is out of breath), its hard for me to speak; I cant speak easily, its hard. Things like that. That makes three things.
   But when I am very quiet (at night, for instance), the new consciousness becomes clearer and clearer, but words cannot easily express it because its a kind of (how shall I say?) its almost as if a new mind were being formed (but not a mental one). And so speech, words are a poor means, while the direct communication is getting more and more precise and strong. Thats why I cant speak. Its purely physical. But the foundation of the physical poise, I mean the physical health, is changing, that is, its being shifted: what used to be the condition of good health is practically gone; it is gradually replaced by another condition, but which isnt there yet; so everything is in (gesture of instability), everything is no longer this, is not yet that. Thats how it is. Its inexpressible. Thats why I cant express myself.
   But, as you see, speaking makes me short of breathwithout reason, simply because because its not natural anymore.

0 1971-12-25, #Agenda Vol 12, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   More and more I am convinced that we have a way of receiving things and reacting to them that CREATES difficulties I am more and more convinced of it. Because, for example, I have rather unpleasant physical and material experiences about food. You know that for a very long time now I have completely stopped being hungry (I eat only to be reasonable, because one must eat, otherwise), and I have some small difficulty in swallowing, or breathing (ridiculous things), but everything changes depending on whether you pay attention to them or not, depending on an attitude like this (gesture of being focused on oneself) in which you watch yourself living, or an attitude in which youre (vast gesture) in things, in movement, in life; and a third attitude in which you pay attention only to the Divine. If you succeed in being like that all the time, there are no difficultiesand yet things are the same. Thats the experience: the thing in itself is as it is, but it is our reaction to it that differs. The experience is more and more conclusive. You see, there are three categories: our attitude with respect to things, the things in themselves (those two always give you trouble), and there is a third category in which everything, but everything is in regard to the Divine, in the Consciousness of the Divineall is marvelous, all is easy! And I am speaking of material things, of the material, physical life (for psychological things, weve known it for long), I mean material things like little discomforts of the body, or reactions, feeling pain or not, circumstances going wrong, not being able to swallow your dinner the most banal things you dont pay attention to when youre young and strong and in good health (you dont pay any attention to them, and its like that for everyone), but when you live in the consciousness of your body and what happens to it and its ways of receiving things that come and so onoh, its misery! When you live in the consciousness of others, of what they want, what they need, their relationship with youits misery! But if you live in the Divine Presence and its the Divine who does everything, sees everything, is everything its Peaceits Peace, time has no duration, everything is easy and. Not that you feel joy or feel its not so its the Divine who is there. And its the ONLY solution. Thats where the world is going: the Consciousness of the Divine the Divine who does, the Divine who is, the Divine. So then, the same IDENTICAL circumstance (I am not speaking of different circumstances), the same IDENTICAL circumstance (its my experience these last few days, so concrete, you know, so concrete); day before yesterday I was sick as a dog, and yesterday circumstances were the same, my body was in the same state, all was the same and yet all was peaceful.
   I am thoroughly convinced of that.

0 1972-01-22, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother touches her chest, she is always short of breath when she speaks)
   I am finding it more and more difficult to speak.

0 1972-02-02, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   And also (Mother gasps for breath) speaking is difficult.
   I think it will gradually evolve its own language, Mother.

0 1972-02-09, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother gasps for breath)
   You see how it is.

0 1972-03-10, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   As for me, the power of consciousness goes on increasing; for the time being I repeat, for the time being the physical power is reduced to almost nought. I am forced to stay here, minding nothing, and make shift with seeing people. So I need some persons to do the practical work I used to do before and can no longer do (Mother is short of breath). I cant speak with the same strength as before the physical is undergoing a transformation, you know. Sri Aurobindo himself had said and rightly sohe said (because one of us had to go, and I offered to go), No, your body is capable of enduring it, it has the strength to undergo transformation. Its not easy. I can assure you, its not easy. Yet my body is good-willed, it is really good-willed. But for the moment it is in the process of well, it is no longer quite on this side but not yet on the other. The transition isnt easy. So I am stuck here, like an old woman, incapable of doing any work.
   If I can hold onif only I can hold onat one hundred things will be better. That I know. I am absolutely convinced there will be a renewal of energy. But I have to hold on. Thats all.

0 1972-03-22, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (For the last three days, Mother has been "ill": violent vomiting, etc. She gasps for breath as she speaks.)
   This time its serious.

0 1972-03-25, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   No, but here too there must have been breathing. The shoulders were strikingly broad (gesture), in contrast. Thats important. But the chest was neither feminine nor even masculine: only reminiscent of it. And all thatstomach, abdomen and the restwas simply an outline, a very slender and harmonious form, which certainly wasnt used for the purpose we now use our bodies.
   The two different thingstotally differentwere procreation, which was no longer possible, and food. Though even our present food is manifestly not the same as that of chimpanzees or even the first humans; its quite different. So now, it seems we have to find a food that doesnt require all this digesting. Not exactly liquid, but not solid either. And theres also the question of the mouth I dont know about thatand the teeth? Naturally, chewing should no longer be necessary, and therefore teeth wouldnt be either. But there has to be something to replace them. I havent the slightest idea what the face looked like. But it didnt seem too, too unlike what it is now.
   What will change a great deal, of courseit had acquired a prominent roleis breathing. That being depended much on it.
   Yes, he probably absorbs energies directly.
   My breath runs in a subtle rhythmic stream
   It fills my members with a might divine2
   breathing, yes, thats important.
   A might?

0 1972-03-29b, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But couldnt you again use that sort of thing now, through the breathing process?
   But I lost a tremendous amount of weight, you see, which means that I wasnt getting the proper nourishment, I was feeding on my body.
   Thats what it is: I have difficulty speaking, I immediately (Mother gasps for breath). Theres obviously something happening here (Mother touches her chest).
   But the consciousness is clearer and stronger than EVER before. And I see that people think I am getting soft in the head because I cant speak anymore. But the consciousness is clearer and stronger than ever before.

0 1972-04-05, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   The fourth and last person was Mothers new attendant. She is going to appear in the following conversation. I was particularly blind about her because she was young and affectionate but she was completely under Pranabs thumb and ruled by her passions. I had, of course, noticed that she was listening in on my conversations with Mother, thus subtly clouding the atmosphere, invisibly breaking in upon Mothers free expression; for, needless to say, Mother sensed all that went on in the atmosphere. How many times did she stop in the middle of a sentence, invisibly interrupted: I cant speak that was not just because she was short of breath. Hence, the atmosphere of our conversations was no longer what it had been for the last fifteen years, until 1970. But in addition, we were responsible for a new and sad turn of events. We knew that Mother frequently spoke about Auroville, or with one disciple or another, and we regretted the loss of those wordsto us each of her words seemed to have so much importance for the world, even if we were not yet fully able to understand all that she was saying. So with her approval, we managed to obtain a small, easy-to-operate cassette recorder. It had been agreed with Mother that her attendant would record all the important conversations in Mothers room, then pass them on to me to be added to the Agenda. At first, I noticed that the attendant was keeping the tapes, but an innate shyness kept me from saying anything lest I appear to monopolize things or seem pushing, and also I didnt know exactly whose instructions she was obeying. Then, gradually, the attendant stopped giving me the recordings altogether, even those of Mother with Sujata. At that point, the situation in Mothers room was so fragile that I didnt want to say anything, for fear of sparking an outburst that would have ultimately bounced on Mother. I was already feeling also the invisible barrier against Sujata, whose name was systematically crossed off the list of visitors under one pretext or another, along with those of the few young women who were the Ashrams positive and silentelements. And how could we possibly argue when Sujata was told, Mother cannot see you Mother is sick? Once, Sujata mentioned it to Mother, but when the same incident occurred three, four, ten times, there was nothing to be said. Without knowing why, I too was feeling my own meetings with Mother threatened and precarious. In fact, we were alone, facing an obscure league of opposition. Why the opposition? There is no answerexcept human pettiness, which does not understand and hates everything that exceeds it. Even Mothers own son was jealous of my place near her, not to mention the others, the liars pure and simple, as Mother used to call them, who were, and still are, directing the Ashram. Finally, much later, I discovered that the notorious cassette recorder, whose recordings I was no longer even receiving, was clandestinely used to record my own conversations with Motheron whose behalf?
   That was the end. The atmosphere had become so rotten that, obviously, it could not last much longerMo ther was suffocating there. I later discovered in my own body and from direct experience that all bad thoughts are agonizing to the body, they create a sort of oppression as if you were short of air. Yet, even when they closed Mothers door on me, a year and a month later almost to the day, on May 19, 1973, I COULD NOT believe it was the end. I was convinced that this was the last stage, that Mother was finally going to shake off the old slavery to food: the last tie to the old physiology. But, as we now know, her bodyguard would not let her. In his speech on December 4, 1973, he declared, In the beginning [from May 20], She refused to take any food or drink, but somehow we persuaded Her to take them.2 She did fight as much as she could, and then. At times, I seemed to hear her faltering little voice up there: Where is Satprem? Where is Satprem? and then silence. Had I attempted to force the barrier, this Agenda would never have seen the light of day. In a way, the following conversation is therefore prophetic.

0 1972-05-31, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother remains absorbed a long time. She often asked Satprem if he had any "questions," but truly speaking Satprem didn't come to see Mother to "ask questions." Rather he wanted to efface himself all he could and let her experience flow out it she liked to give it expression, or remain silent if so she preferred He did not want his mind to grind thoughts, with its thousand questions, lest it should cloud the atmosphere and bring pressure upon Mother. Questions seemed pointless to him unless they arose on the spur of the moment, springing from within, because then they responded to something iN Mother. Indeed, Satprem wanted to be simply a sort of catalyst for what was happening in her. And then, too, seeing her gasping for breath very much affected him.)
   So what do you have to say?

0 1973-04-07, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   But we must, we must (Mother gasps for breath, she moans, silence).
   He is going to come. If you stay here long enough, hell come, and you can tell him.

0 1973-04-14, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother is very short of breath, she seems to be in pain.)
   My nervous system is being transferred to the Supramental. It feels like you know, what people call neuras thenia1they have no idea what it is; but the entire nervous system is. Its worse than dying.2

0 1973-05-05, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
   (Mother starts repeating the Mantra aloudthirteen timesuntil her voice is nothing but a halting breath, like a childs whimper.1)
   OM Namo Bhagavateh

02.02 - The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And the heart drew a deeper breath of power.
  There dwell earth-nature's shining origins:
  Admits small inrushes of a mighty breath
  Or fragrant circuits through gold lattices;
  Our secret breath of untried mightier force,
  The lurking sun of an instant's inner sight,
  A Nature lifted by a larger breath,
  Plastic and passive to the all-shaping Fire,
  And glory of breathing bodies like our own.
  Amazed, his senses ravished with delight,

02.03 - The Glory and the Fall of Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A breathless summit region drew his gaze
  Whose boundaries jutted into a sky of Self
  Its breath of power controls her restless seas
  And life obeys the governing Idea.
  These worlds could feel God's breath visiting their tops;
  Some glimmer of the Transcendent's hem was there.
  One drew a large unburdened spacious breath
  And the heart sped from beat to rapturous beat.
  There reigned a breath of high immune content,
  A fortunate gait of days in tranquil air,
  But while the magic breath was on its way,
  Before her gifts could reach our prisoned hearts,

02.03 - The Shakespearean Word, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   By his lov'dmansionry that the heaven's breath
   Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze,
   Thou'dstshiver'd like an egg; but thou dost breathe,
   Hast heavy substance, bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound.
   Such is the magical creative power in the Shakespearean word. It is the evocative force of the articulate sound. In India, we call it mantra Mantra means a certain sum of syllables charged with dynamic force, creative consciousness. It is that which induces life into the body of a clay image, it is that which awakens the Divinity, establishes Him in a dead materialform. Shakespeare has, as it were, instilled his life's breath into his words and made them move and live as living creatures, physical beings upon earth.
   Borrowing an analogy from modern knowledge, I may say that the Shakespearean word is a particle or wave of life-power. Modern science posits as the basis of the material creation, as its ultimate constituents, these energy-particles. Even so it seems to me that at the basis of all poetic creation there lie what may be called word-particles, and each poet has a characteristic quality or energy of the word-unit. The Shakespearean word, I have said, is a life-energy packet; and therefore in his elaboration of the Word, living figures, moving creatures leap up to our sight.

02.04 - The Kingdoms of the Little Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It flows in the wind's breath, in the tree's sap,
  Its hued magnificence blooms in leaves and flowers.
  This too was needed that breath and living might be.
  Then came a fierier breath of waking Life,
  And there arose from the dim gulf of things
  Content to breathe, to feel, to sense, to act,
  Life had for them no aim save Nature's joy

02.05 - The Godheads of the Little Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Put out with error's breath its scanty lights
  And turn its surface truths to falsehood's ends,
  Upheld by a supreme original breath
  Expansion and contraction's mystic act
  A subtler breath quickened dead Matter's forms;
  The world's set rhythm changed to a conscious cry;
  A breath was felt below of One supreme.
  Extinguished by a scanty breath of Time;
  Joy that forgot mortality for a while
  A spirit that perished not with the body and breath
  Was there like a shadow of the Unmanifest
  Which yet outlast their brief creator's breath.
  The Spirit's breath moves him but soon retires:
  His strength was not made to hold that puissant guest.
  To struggling consciousness and transient breath
  A mighty Supernature waits on Time.
  Behind the act a secret sweetness breathes,
  An urge of miniature divinity.
  And breathing in limbs that one can touch and clasp,
  Its Knowledge to rescue an ancient Ignorance,

02.06 - Boris Pasternak, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Here is a sensitive soul thrown into a world where one has to draw one's breath in pain. Even like the Son of Man, the exemplar and prototype, he has to share in the sufferings and errors of an ignorant humanity. He cannot escape and perhaps should not. It will not do like Hamlet again, to say
   The time is out of joint:O cursed spite,

02.06 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And feels approach a breath of wider air,
  So he escaped from that grey anarchy.
  And shape their lives into her breathing form,
  Till in her sun-gold godhead they too share.
  Lived with her breath and scanned all with her eyes
  That so he might learn the secret of her soul.
  But no breath comes from the supernal peace:
  A sumptuous interlude occupies the ear

02.07 - George Seftris, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Seferis is a poet of sighs. I do not know the cadence, the breath of the original Greek rhythm. But if something of that tone and temper has been carried over into English, what can be more like a heave of sigh than
   Stoop down, if you can, to the dark sea, forgetting
   Thin breaths that follow the rain; it must have been raining
   Over there at the edge of the hills that now took on colour.13

02.07 - India One and Indivisable, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Indeed, what we see rampant in India today is the mediaeval spirit. This reversion to an olderan extinct, we ought to have been able to saytype of mentality is certainly a fall, a lowering of the collective consciousness. It bas got to be remedied and set right. Whatever the motive forces that lie at the back of the movement, motives of fear or despair or class interest or parochial loyalty, motives of idealism, misguided and obscurantist, they have to be taken by the horns and dominated and eliminated. A breath of modernism, some pure air of clear perception and knowledge and wider consciousness must blow through the congested hectic atmosphere of the Indian body politic.
   It will do no good to anyone to try to Balkanise India. The Balkan malady is no longer tolerated even in its homeland; it cannot be transported to India in this century and after this Great War. To be and remain free and strong and invincible, India must be and remain indivisible. The strength of the United States of America, of the United Soviets of the Russias, of the British Commonwealth (pace Churchill) lies precisely in each one of them being a large unified aggregate, all members pooling their resources together. India cannot maintain her freedom, nor utilise her freedom to its utmost effectivity unless she is one and indivisible. The days of small peoples, of isolated independence are gonegone for ever even like Thebes and Nineveh, like Kosala of Dasarathi and Mathura of Yadupati.

02.07 - The Descent into Night, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
    The worlds are built by its unconscious breath
    And Matter and Mind are its figures or its powers,
    A wind of sorrow breathed upon the world;
    All thought with falsehood was besieged, all act
    A breath of disillusion and decadence
    Corrupting watched for Life's maturity
    Its breath is a subtle poison in men's hearts;
    All evil starts from that ambiguous face.
    Like one who feels on his neck an enemy's breath;
    Else stealing up behind a treasonous blow
    Thoughts that could poison Nature's heavenliest breath,
    Forcing reluctant lids assailed the sight
    The cruel destiny of breathing things.
    All on one plan was shaped and standardised
    Under a dark dictatorship's breathless weight.
    In street and house, in councils and in courts
     breathed in a lax content its natural air
    And felt no yearning of divine release:
    Life clung to its seat with cords of gasping breath;
    Lapped was his body by a tenebrous tongue.

02.08 - The World of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Intoxicated by a burning breath
  And amorous grown of a destroying mouth,
  The breath a burden and all hope a scourge,
  The body a field of torment, a massed unease;
  Alive, breathing a deep spiritual breath,
  Nature expunged her stiff mechanical code

02.09 - The Paradise of the Life-Gods, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And unalarmed by the breath of fleeting Time
  And unbesieged by adverse circumstance,
  It breathed in a sweet secure unguarded ease
  Free from our body's frailty inviting death,

02.10 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Little Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  This breath of hundred-hued felicity
  And its pure heightened figure of Time's joy,
  A Secrecy breathed in life's moving act;
  A covert nurse of Nature's miracles,
  Above in a high breathless stratosphere,
  Overshadowing the dwarfish trinity,

02.10 - Two Mystic Poems in Modern Bengali, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   A whole lungful of breath
   Grew into a flight of white pigeons

02.11 - New World-Conditions, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The relation between India and Britain is peculiar and has an especial significance. It is not enough to say that Britain is the imperialist overlord and India the subject underling. The two stand for two world-forces and their relation is symbolic. The difficulty that will be solved between them will be a world-difficulty solved; what they achieve in common will be a world-achievement. India means nations in bondage aspiring to be free, peoples living in conditions of want and weakness and internecine quarrel, still struggling towards a harmonious and prosperous organised life; she is the cry of the down-trodden demanding her share of earth's air and lightlife-room. Britain represents the other side, the free people, organised, strong and successful. Neither America nor Russia fills this role. America is young; she has a wonderful grasp over life's externals; none can compare or compete with her in the ordering and marshalling of an efficient pattern of life, but what escapes her is the more abiding and deeper truth of life and living. Russia started to create on totally new foundations, indeed the outer aspect here has changed very much. But the forces that ruled Russia's past do not seem to have changed to the same extent. In spite of the rise of the proletariate, in spite of all local autonomies, it is doubtful if the true breath of freedom is blowing over the country, if the country is creating out of a deeper soul-vision. Life movement in either of these two countries seems to have a rigid mould; that is because they seek to build or reform, that is to say, fabricate life, in other words, they impose upon life a pattern conceived by notions and prejudgments, even perhaps idio-syncracies. The British are more amenable to change, precisely because they do not force a change and do not know they are changing. The British Empire is more loosely formed, its units have more freedom than is the case with other Empires built upon the pattern of the extremely centralised Roman Empire. Truly it has the spirit of a commonwealth. The spirit of decentralisation and federation that is increasing today and has seized even old-world Empires the Dutch, the French, the Russianhas come largely from the British example. Therefore, the unravelling of the Britain and India tangle would mean the solution of a world-problem. These two countries have been put together precisely because the solution is possible here and an ideal solution for all others to profit by.
   The British people do not move by ideals and idealism, as the French do, for example. The French rise naturally in revolt and rebellion and revolution for the sake of an idea the motto of the Great Revolution was "Liberty or Death". Without an upsetting they cannot bring about a change; for the social moulds are rigid and more presistent. The AngloSaxons, on the contrary, go by an unfailing instinct, as it were, gradually and slowly, but surely and inevitablyfrom precedent to precedent", as they themselves say. A life-intuition guides them: the inherent merit of an ideal has not such a great value in their eye, but if the ideal means a practical utility, a thing demanded by time and circumstances, a clear issue out of a dead impasse, well, they hesitate no longer and go about it in right earnest as practical men of affairs.

02.11 - The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Mind, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A breath of unattained divinity
  Visits the imperfect earth on which we toil;
  And the breath of an unseen Infinity.
  In gleaming clarities of amethyst air

02.12 - Mysticism in Bengali Poetry, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   breath of yours the honeyed fragrance.
   This is mysticism in excelsis and beautiful mysticism.

02.12 - The Heavens of the Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Across the covert air the spirit breathes,
  A body of the cosmic beauty and joy
  They keep God's natural breath of mightiness,
  His bare spontaneous swift intensities;

02.14 - Appendix, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   breathless with adoration.3
   or else
   quiet as a nun breathless
   with adoration

02.14 - The World-Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Air was the breath of a pure infinite.
  A fragrance wandered in a coloured haze

03.01 - The Pursuit of the Unknowable, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And by its breath of grace our lives abide,
  Although more near to us than nearness' self,

03.02 - The Adoration of the Divine Mother, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It made the breath a happy mystery.
  A love that bore the cross of pain with joy
  Into his heart and mind and breathing frame;
  Only he yearned to call for ever down

03.03 - The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Driven through huge oceans by the breath of God,
  The fathomless below, the unknown around,
  There was a dim response, a distant breath;
  All had not ceased in the unbounded hush.

03.04 - The Vision and the Boon, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Illumining breath to think and plasm to feel,
  He labours with his slow and sceptic brain
  Surrendered to the breath of mortal air,
  Dissolving boundlessly the heavens of trance

03.05 - The Spiritual Genius of India, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The psychological atmosphere in India is of a luminous tenuity. Here, it appears, the veil between this world and the other has so thinned away that the two meet and interpenetrate easily and freely; immersed in one, you can at the same time ba the in the other. Owing to the cumulative effect of the sadhana of her saints and sages who appeared in countless number down countless ages, or, perhaps, owing to the grace of a descent into her consciousness, or some immanence there, of the breath and light of a Superior World, India has developed and possesses, already prepared, a magnetic field, a luminous zone of spiritual consciousness; and to enter into it the Indian has only to turn aside, to go round a corner, to take one step forward. However thick and hard the crust of the Ignorance may lie upon the Indian soul, once that soul awakes and is upon the path, it finds itself on a familiar ground; it is in a domain which it has the impression of having frequented often and anon and for long.
   But in Europe the division between this world and the other, in the inner consciousness of the people, is more rigorous, a thick wall divides the two and to pass from the one to the other demands a violent break, a total revolution; and even when the Rubicon is crossed, one feels oneself in unfamiliar surroundings, moving in a shadowy world, and with the uncertain and faltering steps of a child.

03.09 - Art and Katharsis, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain...
   or the Virgilian syllables ringing, as it were, with the crash of destiny and the doom of the world:

03.10 - Hamlet: A Crisis of the Evolving Soul, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The human soul, as represented in Hamlet, has evolved so far as to stand on a summit from where it can contemplate the entire creation. It has attained a kind of universal consciousness and has the vision of a global movement of natureeven as Arjuna had of the Lord's universal body, and like him is awed and overwhelmeda harsh world, in which one draws one's breath in pain. But this is a mental summit, and the contradiction that is revealed here can be resolved only by passing beyond into a higher domain of consciousness.
   The angelic Cordelia is a ray that has strayed down from some higher region, to evolve hereafter, not for immediate fruition and fulfilment. It is the Light that shines always even in this naughty world, a spark of the Grace that still relieves the blight that mars an otherwise sinful earth. She is the symbol of a promise or prophecy that will justify itself sometime in the future, but for the moment the burden of the gloom is too much upon her and she is engulfed in it and sacrificed.

03.10 - The Mission of Buddhism, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   That lightly draws its breath,
   And feels its life in every limb,

03.11 - The Language Problem and India, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The stamp of mental clarity and neat psychological or introspective analysis in the French language has been its asset and a characteristic capacity from the time of Descartesthrough Malebranche and Voltaire and the Encyclopaedists right down to Bergson. The English are not by nature metaphysicians, in spite of the Metaphysicals: but greatness has been thrust upon them. The strain of Celtic mysticism and contact with Indian spiritual lore have given the language a higher tension, a deeper and longer breath, a greater expressive capacity in that direction.
   But French seems to have made ample amends for this deficiency (in the matter of variety of experiences especially in the supra-rational religions) by developing a quality which is peculiar to its turn of psychological curiosity and secular understandinga refined sensibility, a subtle sensitiveness, an alert and vibrant perception that puts it in contact with the inner (even though not so much the higher) almost the hidden and occult movements of life. That is how mysticismla mystiquecomes by a back door as it were into the French language.

03.12 - TagorePoet and Seer, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The miracle that Tagore has done is this: he has brought out the very soul of the raceits soul of lyric fervour and grace, of intuitive luminosity and poignant sensibility, of beauty and harmony and delicacy. It is this that he has made living and vibrant, raised almost to the highest pitch and amplitude in various modes in the utterance of his nation. What he always expresses, in all his creations, is one aspect or another, a rhythm or a note of the soul movement. It is always a cry of the soul, a profound experience in the inner heart that wells out in the multifarious cadences of his poems. It is the same motif that finds a local habitation and a name in his short stories, perfect gems, masterpieces among world's masterpieces of art. In his dramas and novels it is the same element that has found a wider canvas for a more detailed and graphic notation of its play and movement. I would even include his essays (and certainly his memoirs) within the sweep of the same master-note. An essay by Rabindranath is as characteristic of the poet as any lyric poem of his. This is not to say that the essays are devoid of a solid intellectual content, a close-knit logical argument, an acute and penetrating thought movement, nor is it that his novels or dramas are mere lyrics drawn out arid thinned, lacking in the essential elements of a plot and action and character. What I mean is that over and above these factors which Tagores art possesses to a considerable degree, there is an imponderable element, a flavour, a breath from elsewhere that suffuses the entire creation, something that can be characterised only as the soul-element. It is this presence that makes whatever the poet touches not only living and graceful but instinct with something that belongs to the world of gods, something celestial and divine, something that meets and satisfies man's deepest longing and aspiration.
   I have been laying special stress upon this aspect of Tagore's genius, because humanity is in great need of it today, because all has gone wrong with the modern world since it lost touch with its soul and was beguiled into a path lighted by false glimmers and will-o'-the-wisps, hires of a superficial and infra-human consciousness, or into the by-ways and backwashes and aberrations of a sophisticated intellectualism.
   The breath of modernism that Tagore has brought into the life and letters of the Bengali race is, I repeat, suffused with a soul-feelinga sense of refinement and dignity, wideness and catholicity and urbanity in the inner make-up of life-attitude and consciousness, a feeling that one no longer lives in his village, confined to its insular limits, but that one lives a life coterminous with human life at large and at its best; one is cosmopolitan in the noblest sense of the word and one has to move and act and speak in a manner becoming such a position. A high sense of all the aristocratic virtues, plus a certain sunshine of wit and playful intelligence that prevents the serious and the lofty from becoming grim and Dantesque are part of the gifts that Tagore has brought us and made a living element of our literary and even social character.
   Tagore is modern, because his modernism is based upon a truth not local and temporal, but eternal and universal, something that is the very bed-rock of human culture and civilisation. Indeed, Tagore is also ancient, as ancient as the Upanishads. The great truths, the basic realities experienced and formulated by the ancients ring clear and distinct in the core of all his artistic creation. Tagore's intellectual make-up may be as rationalistic and scientific as that of any typical modern man. Nor does he discard the good things (preya)that earth and life offer to man for his banquet; and he does not say like the bare ascetic: any vco vimucatha, "abandon everything else". But even like one of the Upanishadic Rishis, the great Yajnavalkya, he would possess and enjoy his share of terrestrial as well as of spiritual wealthubhayameva. In a world of modernism, although he acknowledges and appreciates mental and vital and physical values, he does not give them the place demanded for them. He has never forgotten the one thing needful. He has not lost the moorings of the soul. He has continued to nestle close to the eternal verities that sustain earth and creation and give a high value and purpose to man's life and creative activity.

04.01 - The Birth and Childhood of the Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  His breath was a warm summons to delight,
  The dense voluptuous azure was his gaze.
  Made it a passionate pleasure even to breathe;
  All sights and voices wove a single charm.
  Pure like the breath of an unstained desire
  White jasmines haunted the enamoured air,
  And bore anew the load of mortal breath,
  Who had striven of old with our darkness and our pain;
  The breath within to the eternal joy.
  The first fair life that breaks from Nature's swoon,

04.01 - The March of Civilisation, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   This then is the pattern of cultural development as it proceeds in extension and largeness. It moves in ever widening concentric circles. Individuals, small centres few and far between, then larger groups and sections, finally vast masses are touched and moved (and will be moulded one day) by the infiltrating light. That is how in modern times all movements are practically world-wide, encompassing all nations and peoples: there seems to be nothing left that is merely local or parochial. It is a single wave, as it were, that heaves up the whole of humanity. Political, social, economic and even spiritual movements, although not exactly of the same type or pattern, all are interrelated, interlocked, inspired by a common breath and move from one end of the earth to the other. They seem to be but modulations of the same world-theme. A pulse-beat in Korea or Japan is felt across the Pacific in America and across that continent, traversing again, the Atlantic it reaches England, sways the old continent in its turn and once more leaps forward through the Asiatic vastnesses back again to its place of origin. The wheel comes indeed full circle: it is one movement girdling the earth. What one thinks or acts in one corner of the globe is thought, and acted simultaneously by others at the farthest corner. Very evidently it is the age of radiography and electronics.
   In the early stages of humanity its history consists of the isolated histories of various peoples and lands: intercommunication was difficult, therefore all communion was of the nature of infiltration and indirect influence. The difference between countries far distant from each other were well marked and very considerable in respect of their cultures and civilisations. To put it in a somewhat scholarly yet graphic manner, we can say, the i sometric chart of the tides of civilisation in various countries over the globe in those days presents a very unequal and tortuous figure. On the other hand, a graph depicting the situation in modern times would be formed by lines that are more even, uniform and straight. In other words, the world has become one, homogeneous: a consciousness has grown same or similar on the whole in outlook and life-impulse embracing all peoples and races in a tight embrace. The benefit of the descending or manifesting Light is now open equally and freely to each and every member of the human kind.

04.02 - A Chapter of Human Evolution, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The appearance of the Greeks on the stage of human civilisation is a mystery to historians. They are so different from all that preceded them. There does not seem to exist any logical link between them and the races from whom they are supposed to have descended or whose successors they were. The Minoan or Cretan civilisation is said to be cradle of the Greek, but where is the parallel or proportion between the two, judging from whatever relics have been left over from the older, the more ancient one. Indeed that is the term which best describes the situation. Whatever has gone before the Hellenic culture is ancient; they belong to the Old Regime. Egypt is old, Phoenicia is old, the Hebrews are old, all the other races of the old world are old, not merely chronologically, but psychologically. But Hellas is modern. There is a breath in the Ionian atmosphere, a breath of ozone, as it were, which wafts down to us, even into the air of today. Homer and Solon, Socrates and Aristotle, Pythagoras and Plato are still the presiding gods ruling over the human spirit that was born on Olympus and Ida.
   Human evolution took a decisive turn with the advent of the Hellenic culture and civilisation. All crises in evolution are a sudden revelation, an unexpected outburst, a saltum, a leap into the unknown. Now, what the Greeks brought in was the Mind, the luminous Reason, the logical faculty that is married to the senses, no doubt, but still suffused with an inner glow of consciousness. It is the faculty mediating between a more direct and immediate perception of things, Intuition and Instinct, on the one hand, and on the other, the perception given by the senses and a power of control over material things. Take Egypt or Israel or Chaldea, what one finds prominent there is the instinctive-intuitive man, spontaneousprime-sautierimaginative, mythopoeic, clairvoyant, clairaudient (although not very clear, in the modern and Greek sense), bringing into this world things of the other world and pushing this world as much as possible into the other, maintaining a kind of direct connection and communion between the two. The Greeks are of another mould. They are a rational people; they do not move and act simply or mainly by instinctive reactions, but even these are filtered in them through a light of the Mind of Intelligence, a logical pattern, a rational disposition of things; through Mind they seek to know Matter and to control it. It is the modern methodology, that of observation and experiment, in other words, the scientific procedure. The Greeks have had their gods, their mythology; but these are modelled somewhat differently: the gods are made more human, too human, as has often been observed. Zeus and Juno (Hera) are infinitely more human than Isis and Osiris or Moloch and Baal or even the Jewish Jehovah. These vital gods have a sombre air about them, solemn and serious, grim and powerful, but they have not the sunshine, the radiance and smile of Apollo (Apollo Belvedere) or Hermes. The Greeks might have, they must have taken up their gods from a more ancient Pantheon, but they have, after the manner of their sculptor Phidias, remoulded them, shaped and polished them, made them more luminous and nearer and closer to earth and men. 1 Was it not said of Socrates that he brought down the gods from heaven upon earth?

04.02 - The Growth of the Flame, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Opened to the breath is a new diviner air,
  Opened to man is a freer, happier world:
  Too pure that air was for small souls to breathe.
  These comrade selves to raise to her own wide breadths
  A breath of Godhead greaten human time.
  Although she leaned down to their littleness

04.03 - The Call to the Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  This breathing Scripture of the Eternal's joy,
  This net of sweetness woven of aureate fire.

04.04 - The Quest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  These sages breathed for God's delight in things.
  Assisting the slow entries of the gods,
  They breathed like spirits from Time's dull yoke released,
  Comrades and vessels of the cosmic Force,
  And now his burning breath assailed the soil.
  The tiger heats prowled through the fainting earth;

04.06 - To Be or Not to Be, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Yes, there is one thing intrinsically evil and undivine and that has to be rejected and cast aside ruthlessly that is nothing else than the egoistic consciousness. It is this that has passions and prejudices, likes and dislikes, ideas and ideals, formations of its own, other deities installed in place of the Divine Truth and Reality. The ego goes, indeed, and with it also those rhythms and stresses, lines and shades germane to it that bar the free flow of the Supreme breath. But the instrument remains and the arms and the weapons they are cleansed and sanctified: instead of the Asura wielding them, it is now the gods, the Divine Himself who possess and use them.
   Canto I 5

04.07 - Readings in Savitri, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   But the task is not easy. The flesh is weak: it is incapable of holding or receiving the breath of immortality. Not only so, it has a positive aversion, a bad will: it is refractory, antipa thetic to the touch of the spirit. Matter is dull and dumb, dark and obdurate: mortality loves and clings jealously and exclusively to its mortal home. The earthly being does not know, cannot appreciate the gift, the boon that is brought to him, to his very door: he has only to receive and accept in order to be saved out of all ignorance and grief, impotence and death. The Divine Mother has forgotten herself, has made herself as small and as close and native to earth as any earthly creature, like anyone of us, taken upon herself all limitations and indignities, the entire burden of an earthly life, graced with her presence this mortal atmosphere. But
   Hard is it to persuade earth-nature's change;
   As, however, mortality bears ill the eternal's touch, the eternal too is intolerant of the mortal natureonly it is intolerant not in the ignorant blind squeamish weak human way, but in a divine way, for it is armed with weapons of light and knowledge, it assaults with its luminous force, the energy of ether and fire, the higher and nobler elements as against the dense dark dumb earth, the lowest element that clothes the human consciousness. Indeed, mortality is enamoured of the tangled beam of joy and sorrow, of laughter and tears, of light and shadow and cannot contemplate the unalloyed sheer delight in Eternity. It is out of breath in the serene rarefied air of immortality; it pines for the terra firma, the mud and slime. The human consciousness has been fleeing the Hound of Heaven down the corridors of Time, and yet it will be caught in the end and wholly transmuted in the divine embrace into the substance of the Divine Himself. All the unwillingness and protestation and revolt are meant to forge and hammer the final union into something perfect, faultless, absolute.

04.16 - To the Heights-XVI, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   There is a breath that moves mountains,
   There is a touch that makes the dead arise,

04.20 - To the Heights-XX, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   A cooling breath, a silence immaculate
   Abides for ever,

04.27 - To the Heights-XXVII, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   that bubbles up with His breath as He chooses
   and utters and enshrines His iridescent Delight

04.33 - To the Heights-XXXIII, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   A breath from somewhere came a-sudden
   And wiped my memory out once for all....

04.36 - To the Heights-XXXVI, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   They fill my sails with the fragrant breath of their little mouths-
   And forward drives my bark!

04.46 - To the Heights-XLVI, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Sun Red at dying eve-the breath of a god
   sweeping over the darkening horizon

05.02 - Of the Divine and its Help, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Await every moment, with all the concentrated expectancy of an imminent motherhood, the birth of the Divine in you. Await in calmness, await in breathless readiness.
   Silence is the gate through which you enter the Divine. The senses silent, you will sense the Divine. The brain silent, you will understand Him. Your passions silent, you will love Him. Your desires silent, you will possess Him.

05.02 - Satyavan, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Created by the ardent breath of life,
  So he appeared against the forest verge

05.03 - Satyavan and Savitri, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  To think and act was all, to enjoy and breathe;
  This was the width and height of mortal hope:
  Of flaming gods. I draw a wealthier breath
  And in a fierier march of moments move.
  One with the breath of things eternal live,
  Thy heart-beats near to mine, till there shall leap

05.05 - Of Some Supreme Mysteries, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The consciousness seeks in its ordinary movement to lean upon something, something outside itself; alone and within itself it feels a void and is uneasy and short of breath, as if in a rarefied atmosphere.
   The Higher Consciousness feels a completeness in itself, is full to the brim with its own reality and needs no going out for materials and objects necessary to fill a vacuity.

05.10 - Children and Child Mentality, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   The child, we can take, comes into the world with a more or less clean slate to record the reactions of life. In the early period he is still nearer his psychic being which is not yet thrown back or covered over by the impacts and impressions of the world. The first conscious contacts with the world are not generally happy for the child. He meets things all around that go against the grain of his still sensitive psychic consciousness. The first quarrel he witnesses between his parents, the first rough behaviour or movement of an elder that shakes his attention, the first lie that he hears uttered by his teacher, act almost as shellshocks to his nerves. And as he grows, lessons like these are showered upon him from all sides and no wonder if his consciousness very soon gets warped and twisted, he too begins his own game in the line he observes and experiences. Only, not being guided or controlled by reason and experience, he overdoes the thing, and because of his age, what in an adult is a matter of course, trivial and insignificant, looms large and ominous in his case. The surroundings in which a child lives and grows form the atmosphere which he breathes in at every moment and if there is poison in it, he inhales and imbibes the poison which becomes part of his substance and nature. A pure environment is needed for a pure life impulse to shape an develop itself.
   That lightly draws its breath,
   And feels its life in every limb,

05.11 - The Place of Reason, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Another point in Sri Aurobindo's view of consciousness which troubles Prof. Das is about the exact nature and function of Reason. For while on one side Sri Aurobindo never seems to be tired of pointing out the inherent incapacity of Reasonin the good company of the ancient Rishisas an instrument for the discovery or realisation of the Absolute or the integral Reality, he asserts, on the other hand, almost in the same breath as it were, that mind can have some idea or conception of what is beyond it, which it so often vainly strives to seize or represent. Evidently, the rationalist logic fails to hold together the two ends, as it is further seen in Prof. Das's failure to perceive any distinction between types or gradations of "thinking".1 He thinks that just as a philosopher thinks, or a cabman thinks or an animal thinks, all must think in the same way and through the same function of the same organ: either there is thinking (thinking proper, of one particular kind) or there is no thinking. That Nature consists of a graduated scale in every line of its movements, and that the gradations shade off into each othernot only so but that each scale or principle may contain within itself all the others2is a phenomenon which runs contrary to the "either this or that" or "no-overlapping" principle, like the colour-blind for whom things are either black or white. In the global outlook, however, we do not stand in the relation of division, separation, mutual exclusiveness. There is a consciousness in which all contraries find a harmonising truth and rhythm.
   In Sri Aurobindo, Reason and Intuition possess a dual relation of mutual negation and mutual affirmation, of exclusiveness and inclusiveness, as indeed is the relation of Brahman and the World. One negates the other in the sphere of ignorance but in knowledge one affirms the other. That is to say, Reason or mental logic, so long as it is dominated by the senses, by the external impressions from things and by its analytic or exclusively separative method of procedure, is a denial of Intuition and a bar to spiritual experience. But Reason can be purified, relieved of its dross, illumined (sam-buddha)sublimated and uplifted then it comes to its own, becomes what it really is and should bea frame to give body to what is beyond and unembodied, a mirror in conceptual terms to what is supra-conceptual. It loses its hard rigidity and becomes supple, loses its obscurity, density and becomes transparent: it attains a new rhythm and gait and capacity. Many of the Upanishadic mantras, a good part of the Gita, do that. And Sri Aurobindo's own exposition is a miracle in that style. "Reason was a helper, Reason is the bar"and, we can add, Reason will again be an aid. The world, as it is, is anything but Divine; and yet it is nothing but the Divine essentially and fundamentally; it can and will attain the divine figure apparently and externally too. Even so with regard to man's mind and reason and all his other limbs.

05.12 - The Soul and its Journey, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   We may try to illustrate by examples, although it is a rather dangerous game and may tend to put into a too rigid and' mathematical formula something that is living and variable. Still it will serve to give a clearer picture of the matter. Napoleon, evidently was a child of Mahakali; and Caesar seems to have been fashioned largely by the principle of Maheshwari; while Christ or Chaitanya are clearly emanations in the line of Mahalakshmi. Constructive geniuses, on the other hand, like the great statesman Colbert, for example, or Louis XIV, Ie grand monarque, himself belong to a family (or gotra, as we say in India) that originated from Mahasaraswati. Poets and artists again, although generally they belong to the clan of Mahalakshmi, can be regrouped according to the principle that predominates in each, the godhead that presides over the inspiration in each. The large breath in Homer and Valmiki, the high and noble style of their movement, the dignity and vastness that compose their consciousness affiliate them naturally to the Maheshwari line. A Dante, on the other hand, or a Byron has something in his matter and manner that make us think of the stamp of Mahakali. Virgil or Petrarch, Shelley or our Tagore seem to be emanations of Beauty, Harmony, LoveMahalakshmi. And the perfect artisanship of Mahasaraswati has found its especial embodiment in Horace and Racine and our Kalidasa. Michael Angelo in his fury of inspirations seems to have been impelled by Mahakali, while Mahalakshmi sheds her genial favour upon Raphael and Titian; and the meticulous care and the detailed surety in a Tintoretto makes us think of Mahasaraswati's grace. Mahasaraswati too seems to have especially favoured Leonardo da Vinci, although a brooding presence of Maheshwari also seems to be intermixed there.
   For it must be remembered that the human soul after all is not a simple and unilateral being, it is a little cosmos in itself. The soul is not merely a point or a single ray of light come down straight from its divine archetype or from the Divine himself, it is also a developing fire that increases and enriches itself through the multiple experiences of an evolutionary progressionit not only grows in height but extends in wideness also. Even though it may originally emanate from one principle and Personality, it takes in for its development and fulfilment influences and elements from the others also. Indeed, we know that the Four primal personalities of the Divine are not separate and distinct as they may appear to the human mind which cannot understand distinction without disparity. The Vedic gods themselves are so linked together, so interpenetrate one another that finally it is asserted that there is only one existence, only it is given many names. All the divine personalities are aspects of the Divine blended and fused together. Even so the human soul, being a replica of the Divine, cannot but be a complex of many personalities and often it may be difficult and even harmful to find and fix upon a dominant personality. The full flowering of the human soul, its perfect divinisation demands the realisation of a many-aspected personality, the very richness of the Divine within it.

05.24 - Process of Purification, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   There are three well-marked stages in the process of the purification of nature and surrender to the Divine. When one has made up one's mind finally to take to the path of spiritual life and to turn one's back on the life of ignorant nature, one enters at the outset into a phase of divided consciousness and life. It is the stage when one cries, "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." One feels an inner aspiration and devotion and even freedom and purity and wider consciousness, but actually in the practical world, he follows the old nature, acts under the pressure of Ignorance and the Ripus. You are a mundane man with profane habitsand yet within, when aloof, you are in contact with the deeper and larger breath of the Spirit. The next stage is one of external control and of modification of behaviour. You have the inner consciousness of the spirit grown strong in you and you are no longer a helpless prey to the physical outbursts of inferior nature: a kind of brake has been put upon the outgoing passions. Still at this stage the surges of passion are there within, inside the wall of control, as it were. The pressure and demand of the Spirit has brought about a deadlock in the ignorant movements of the outer nature, although the physico-vital and vital support behind has not been wholly purified and continues in its old way, expressing itself in veiled and sublimated acts and in dreams and imaginations. The vital support even when it does not express itself in grosser physical movements, even when it is self-contained, yet maintains its old taste for them. Finally, when this taste even goes away (that is the suggestion in the beautiful and luminous phrase of the Gita, rasavaljam), then only one rises into the integral and unadulterated life of the Spirit. Till that final consummation happens, the period of interregnum is a great occasion for training and experience. It is of considerable interest also from the standpoint of occult knowledge.
   There are two typeswhich mean two stagesof control. You can control your nature by the force of your will, as one does a wicked horse by means of the toothed bit. But this control is precarious and the clearing or purification effected is only skin-deep. At the slightest weakening of the will or a momentary lack of vigilance, you may find yourself in the very midst of a volcanic eruption of passions. Even otherwise, even if there happens no external outburst, the burden or pressure of the ignorant nature is always there and the struggle or tension, although thrown into the background, obstructs the nature, does not give it the free and spontaneous higher poise of the spirit. The other control comes from the inmost being, from the spiritual self itself: it is automatic and it is occult in its action and therefore naturally effective. When the Spirit, the Inner Control (Antarymi)works, it happens that even if the desires are there, the occasions for their satisfaction are withdrawn from you. As the Mother says, some people who are destined for the spiritual life lose all earthly props whenever they wish to lean upon them, they lose their endeared objects whenever they are eager to cherish them. At a certain stage of the growth of the inner consciousness, the demand of the soul makes it impossible for the vital (or physico-vital), so far as it is unpurified and unprepared, to secure its objects: even if the lips yearn, the cup is taken away. The circumstances themselves yield to the pressure of the inner being and conspire, as it were, to withhold and remove all dangerous contacts. The being has not to say, "Lead me not into temptation", for the temptations by themselves slip away. That is the earlier poise of the interregnum we are describing; the next poise comes when the wish-impulses, the subjective vibrations also melt and disappear. Then there appear no such things as temptations. Objects, events, circumstances that might have acted in that role come and go, but the being remains indifferent and unruffled, because suffused with the delight of another contact. The detachment from the worldly is secure and absolute because the being has found its attachment to the Divine. That is the beginning of the integral spiritualisation of the nature.

05.33 - Caesar versus the Divine, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 01, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Only, in the future a yet greater source of spiritual power is destined to be tapped and brought into play, into the plane of happenings, so that the material domain, the pattern of our actual day to day life will put on a different aspect; for a radiant consciousness will have breathed a new life into our very bodily cells.

06.01 - The Word of Fate, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A secret Spirit drew its mighty breath
  Contracting and expanding this huge world
  He guards his flickering yearnings from her breath;
  He feels not when the dreadful fingers close
  Grows faint and breathes his pain in ignorant words,
  So now she arraigned the world's impassive will:
  Shatter this vase before it breathes its sweets,
  As if earth could not keep too long from heaven

06.02 - The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Although earth-nature welcomes heaven's breath
  Inspiring Matter with the will to live,
  And, breathed no more as spirit's native air,
  Bliss was an incident of a mortal hour,
  Unblinded by the breath of his desire,
  Unclouded by the mists of fear and hope,

07.01 - The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  But soon now failed the summer's ardent breath
  And throngs of blue-black clouds crept through the sky

07.02 - The Parable of the Search for the Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It moved and lived a breathing, thinking whole.
  On a dim ocean of subconscient life
  And touches all with a perverting breath.
  Grey forces like a thin miasma creep,
  As in the rare breath of a stratosphere;
  A last end of far lines of divinity,

07.03 - The Entry into the Inner Countries, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  And all that lives but by the body's breath,
  She knocked and pressed against the ebony gate.
  She breathed with difficulty and pain and strove
  To find the inner self concealed in sense.
  It brought a grandiose gust of the breath of Life;
  Its torrent carried the world's hopes and fears,

07.04 - The Triple Soul-Forces, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  A finer perfume breathed from slender trees.
  All beautiful grew, subtle and high and strange.
  Air was invented for my lungs to breathe,
  Conditioned as a wide and wall-less space

07.05 - The Finding of the Soul, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Conscious in stone and living without breath,
  Watching with fixed regard the soul of man,
  There was no step of breathing men, no sound,
  Only the living nearness of the soul.

07.06 - Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Moving as if by a common breath and will
  They were tied in the single circling of their days
  Filling the universe with its dangerous breath,
  A denser darkness than the Night could bear,
  I lay waste human happiness with my breath
  And slay the will to live, the joy to be

07.07 - The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  It was beauty in her limbs, life in her breath;
  The original Mystery wore her human face.

07.17 - Why Do We Forget Things?, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   There is another thing. Apart from the fact that memory by itself in its very nature is a defective organ, there is the other fact that I there are different states of consciousness one following another. Each state faithfully records the phenomena of that moment, whatever they may be. Now, if your mind is calm and clear, wide and strong, you can by concentrating your consciousness on that moment bring out of it and recall in your present active state what is recorded there of your movements then; you can, that is to say, go back to the particular state of consciousness at a given moment and live it again. What is registered in your consciousness is never obliterated and hence not really forgotten. You can live a thousand years and you will not have forgotten that. Therefore, if you do not want to forget a thing, you must retain it through your consciousness, and not through your mental memory. As I have said, the mental memory fades away, new things, things of today replace old things, things of yesterday. But that of which you are conscious in your conscious-ness, you can never forget. It lies somewhere in the background, returns to you at your bidding. You have only to withdraw to that state of the consciousness where it lies imbedded. In this way you can recall things that you knew perhaps centuries ago. It is how you remember your past lives. For, a movement of consciousness never dies out, it is only the impressions on the surface brain-mind that are fugitive. What you have learnt with this superficial instrument laboriouslyonly read, heard, noted, underlinedleaves no lasting mark, but what is imbibed, breathed in into the stuff of consciousness remains. The brain is being constantly renewed and reformed. Old cells, cells that have become weak and atrophied are replaced by younger and stronger ones or the old cells combine differently or enter into other organisations. Thus the old impressions or memories they carried are obliterated.
   It is, as I say, by entering into a previous state of consciousness where you experienced a thing that you can always call back the thing. Only you must know how to get at the point, submerged somewhere in the depths. The body, after death, dissolves, the greater part of the vital and the mind dissolves alsoonly a small portion that has been well organised, given a compact cohesive form endures. Such an achievement is a rare phenomenon. But it is otherwise with the consciousness. Consciousness is eternal. If you contact the consciousness you discover the whole mystery of the earth and creation. It is consciousness that can create.

07.37 - The Psychic Being, Some Mysteries, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 03, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Everything upon earth progresses, has to progress. All men, without exception, even those who have no sense of the psychic, whether they wish it or not, must progress. The psychic progresses in them in spite of themselves and they have to follow the curve of its growth and development. That is to say, man ascends in the scale of life and grows, grows exactly as a child does. In the process of growth there comes a time when one reaches the summit and one changes the direction or the plane of progress. At the outset there is the purely physical progress, like that of the child; then there comes the mental progress, later on the psychic progress and the spiritual progress, so that unless progress changes it direction, when it has reached its limit on a particular level, one has to come down the curve, that is to say, instead of progression there will be retrogression, which means in the end disintegration and decomposition. Precisely because in the purely physical world there cannot be a perpetual and constant progress, there is in this domain this curve of growth, apogee, decline and decomposition. All that does not advance must recede. This is exactly what happens in the domain of matter. Matter does not know how to progress indefinitely, it has not learnt it; so after a time it is tired of progressing or growing. Given this constitution, one cannot go beyond a limit. But there is in man side by side with his physical growth, a vital growth and a mental growth as well. The mental especially can progress long after the body has ceased to progress. The body does not grow; even when it is declining, the mind still can continue to grow, to rise to higher heights. There is a mental ascension contrariwise to the physical descent. But they who do Yoga, who become conscious of their psychic being and are identified with it, who live with its life, never cease to progress, they move upward till the last breath of their life; even when they die their progress does not stop. The body is on the decline, because it cannot keep pace with the inner march forward, it cannot transform itself and mould itself into the rhythm of the inner consciousness. The discrepancy increases so much between the two, that there is a snap at the end and that is death. However, on the purely spiritual level too there is no progress. The domain of the pure spirit means a static condition; there is no progressive movement there, for it is beyond the field of progress, beyond all manifestation. For when you are merged in the Spirit, you have come out of creation and there is no question of progress, or even of any movement.
   When the psychic is about to take rebirth does it choose its form beforehand?

08.03 - Death in the Forest, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  What prayer she breathed her soul and Durga knew.
  Perhaps she felt in the dim forest huge
  Silently, and all his suffering breath besieged
  Strove to rend life's strong heart-cords and be free.

08.33 - Opening to the Divine, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   You are to open yourself to the Divine and receive Him. Usually you open yourself in all directions to everything and everybody in the world. You open your surface being and receive there all sorts of influences from all quarters. So inside you there-comes about what we can call a hotch-potch of all contrary and contradictory movements: and that creates difficulties without number. Now instead of that, live away from the surface, from the outside and open up to the Divine and receive nothing hut the Divine force. If you can do that all difficulties practically disappear. But, of course, the trouble is there. Unless one is alchemically conditioned, it is an impossibility to have relations with people, to talk to them, to deal with them, have interchanges with them and yet not absorb something out of them. If one can surround oneself with an atmosphere that acts as a filter, then all that come from outside are checked and sifted before they reach you or touch you. That needs a good training and a large experience. That is why people in ancient days who wanted an easier path took to solitude, into the depths of the forest, on the top of a hill or under a cave so that they might not have to deal with people for that naturally reduces undesirable interchanges. Only, it has also been found that such people begin to take an enormous interest in the life of animals and plants instead of men: for it is indeed difficult to do without interchange with something or other. So the best thing would be to face the problem squarely, to clo the yourself with an atmosphere totally concentrated on the Divine so that whatever passes across is filtered in its passage. And further, there is the question of food. The body is obliged to take in foreign matter in order to subsist, it would therefore absorb at the same time a fair quantity of inert and unconscious forces or that of some not very desirable consciousness. I once spoke to you of the consciousness that one absorbs with food, there is also unconsciousness that one absorbs in the same way. That is why in many systems of Yoga you are advised to offer first to the Divine your food and then eat it: it means calling down the Divine into your food before absorbing it. Offering means putting in contact: the food is put in contact with type Divine, i.e. put under His influence. This is a very good, a very useful procedure; if you knew how to do it, it would diminish very much the labour of the inner transformation that one has to do. For in the world we live in solidarity with all others. You cannot take in a single breath of air without absorbing the vibrations, the numberless vibrations that come from all kinds of movements and all kinds of people. So if you want to keep yourself intact, you must, as I have said, maintain yourself in the condition of a filter allowing nothing undesirable to enter. Or put on a mask as one does when crossing an infected and poisoned locality, or do something similar.
   One must have around oneself an atmosphere so condensed, condensed in a spirit of total surrender, that nothing can enter without being automatically filtered. There are wicked thoughts, evil will about you, harmful formations sent out by bad people. The air pullulates with these: dark noisome bacilli. It is so troublesome to be always on the look-out, at every step to be on one's guard, to move slowly with care and caution and precautions; even then one is not sure. But if you cover yourself with the cloak of light, the light of a happy, sincere surrender, and aspiration, that is a wonderful filter, that gives you automatic protection. The undesirable forces not only cannot enter, they are thrown back upon their originator, the attackers themselves become their own victims.

09.01 - Towards the Black Void, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  As if thy breath could live where Time must die.
  Think not thy mind-born passion strength from heaven

09.02 - The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Mind could not think, breath could not breathe, the soul
  Could not remember or feel itself; it seemed
  Troubling his transience with the infinite's breath,
  They gave him hungers which no food can fill;
  They have breathed a courage that is met by death,
  They have given a wisdom that is mocked by night,
  Mortal, whose spirit is my wandering breath,
  Whose transience was imagined by my smile,

09.18 - The Mother on Herself, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 04, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
   Once upon a time, long long ago, when I was in Paris, I used to see Madame D. N.1 almost daily. She was full of ideas and told me: "You should not think of action, it means attachment to action. When you want to do something it indicates that you are still tied down to the things of the world." I replied: "No, nothing is more easy. You have only to imagine all that has been done before, all that will be done hereafter and all that is being done now, you will immediately perceive that your action is nothing but a breath, one second in eternity and you are no longer attached to it." I did not know the text of the Gita at that time. And I had not the complete text, the text that I am here putting somewhat in my own way: "And detached from the fruit of action, act." I did not know the Gita, but what I said was in effect what the Gita teaches. You should act not because you believe in your action. You act because you should act. That is all. It is however a condition that may prove dangerous sometimes. For instead of willing with a sovereign will to action you simply look and let things happen.
   Madame Alexandra David Neele the eminent Tibetologist.

10.01 - A Dream, #Writings In Bengali and Sanskrit, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Harimohon saw again that the ascetic had been starving for many days, and for the last two his body had experienced extreme suffering because of hunger and thirst. Reproachingly Harimohon asked, Whats this, Keshta? Babaji loves you so much and still he has to suffer from hunger and thirst? Have you no common sense? Who shall feed him in this lonely forest home of tigers? The boy answered, I will feed him. But look here for another bit of fun. Harimohon saw the tiger go straight to an ant-hill which was close by and break it with a single stroke of the paw. Hundreds of ants scurried out and began stinging the ascetic angrily. The ascetic remained plunged in meditation, undisturbed, unmoved. Then the boy sweetly breathed in his ears, Beloved! The ascetic opened his eyes. At first he felt no pain from the stings; the all-enchanting flute-call which the whole world longs for, was still ringing in his earsas it had once rung in Radhas ears at Vrindavan. At last, the innumerable repeated stings made him conscious of his body. But he did not stir. Astonished, he began muttering to himself, How strange! I have never known such things! Obviously it is Sri Krishna who is playing with me. In the guise of these insignificant ants he is stinging me. Harimohon saw that the burning sensation no longer reached the ascetics mind. Rather every sting produced in him an intense ecstasy all over his body, and, drunk with that ecstasy, he began to dance, clapping his hands and singing the praise of Sri Krishna. The ants dropped down from his body and fled.
  Stupefied, Harimohon exclaimed, Keshta, what is this spell? The boy clapped now his hands, swung round twice on his foot and laughed aloud, I am the only magician on earth. None shall understand this spell. This is my supreme riddle. Did you see it? Amid this agony also he could think only of me. Look again. The ascetic sat down once more, self-composed; his body went on suffering hunger and thirst, but his mind merely perceived the suffering and did not get involved in it or affected by it. At this moment, a voice, sweeter than a flute, called out from the hill, Beloved! Harimohon was startled. It was the very voice of Shyamsunder, sweeter than a flute. Then he saw a beautiful dusky-complexioned boy come out from behind the rocks, carrying in a dish excellent food and some fruits. Harimohon was dumb-founded and looked towards Sri Krishna. The boy was standing beside him, yet the boy who was coming resembled Sri Krishna in every detail! This boy came and throwing a light on the ascetic, said, See what I have brought for you. The ascetic smiled and asked, Oh, you have come? Why did you keep me starving so long? Well, take your seat and dine with me. The ascetic and the boy started eating the food from the dish, feeding each other, snatching away each others share. After the meal was over, the boy took the dish and disappeared into the darkness.

10.01 - The Dream Twilight of the Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Were never grasped, yet breathed strange ecstasy.
  A pearl-winged indistinctness fleeting swam,
  No breath of life lingered embodied there.
  In that fine chaos joy fled dancing past

10.02 - The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Into a body shut it breathes no more.
  Intangible, remote, for ever pure,
  A breath is felt from the eternal spheres.
  Allowed by Heaven and wonderful to man
  In their empyrean, its burning breath
  Survives beyond, the rapturous core of suns
  A huge expanding and contracting breath
  Harboured the fires of the universe:
  A transient breath thou takest for thy soul,
  Born from a gas, a plasm, a sperm, a gene,

1.003 - Family of Imran, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  49. A messenger to the Children of Israel: “I have come to you with a sign from your Lord. I make for you out of clay the figure of a bird; then I breathe into it, and it becomes a bird by God’s leave. And I heal the blind and the leprous, and I revive the dead, by God’s leave. And I inform you concerning what you eat, and what you store in your homes. In that is a sign for you, if you are believers.”
  50. “And verifying what lies before me of the Torah, and to make lawful for you some of what was forbidden to you. I have come to you with a sign from your Lord; so fear God, and obey me.”

10.03 - The Debate of Love and Death, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  In inert Matter breathed a slumbering Life,
  In a subconscient Life Mind lay asleep;
  Deep like a sapphire heaven our spirits breathe;
  Our hearts and bodies feel its obscure call,

10.04 - Lord of Time, #Writings In Bengali and Sanskrit, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Shantikusum breathed a sigh of relief
  Nature looted in the autumn winter

10.04 - The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, #Savitri, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  My life a breath drawn by the immortal Guest,
  My mortal body is the Eternal's house.
  Or filled infinity with his passionate breath?
  Or wherefore did he build my mortal form
  And feel a breath around of mightier air,
  Receive a vaster being's messages

1.005 - The Table, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  110. When God will say, “O Jesus son of Mary, recall My favor upon you and upon your mother, how I supported you with the Holy Spirit. You spoke to the people from the crib, and in maturity. How I taught you the Scripture and wisdom, and the Torah and the Gospel. And recall that you molded from clay the shape of a bird, by My leave, and then you breathed into it, and it became a bird, by My leave. And you healed the blind and the leprous, by My leave; and you revived the dead, by My leave. And recall that I restrained the Children of Israel from you when you brought them the clear miracles. But those who disbelieved among them said, `This is nothing but obvious sorcery.'“
  111. “And when I inspired the disciples: `Believe in Me and in My Messenger.' They said, `We have believed, so bear witness that We have submitted.'“

1.00a - Introduction, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  I am confirmed in this judgment by your saying: "I don't know if I want to enter into a great conflict. I need peace."" Fortunately you save yourself by adding: "Real peace, that is living and not stagnant." All life is conflict. Every breath that you draw represents a victory in the struggle of the whole Universe. You can't have peace without perfect mastery of circumstance; and I take it that this is what you mean by "living, not stagnant."
  But it is of the first consequence for you to summon up the resolution to stamp on this sea of swirling thoughts by an act of will; you must say: "Peace be still." The moment you have understood these thoughts for what they are, tools of the enemy, invented by him with the idea of preventing you from undertaking the Great Work the moment you dismiss all such considerations firmly and decisively, and say: "What must I do?" and having discovered that, set to work to do it, allowing of no interruption, you will find that living peace which (as you seem to see) is a dynamic and not a static condition. (There is quite a lot about this point in Little Essays Toward Truth, and also in The Vision and the Voice.)

1.00c - DIVISION C - THE ETHERIC BODY AND PRANA, #A Treatise on Cosmic Fire, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
  e. By the withdrawal of the life, the form should gradually dissipate. The reflex action here is interesting to note, for the greater Builders and Devas who are the [133] active agents during manifestation, and who hold the form in coherent shape, transmuting, applying and circulating the pranic emanations, likewise lose their attraction to the matter of the form, and turn their attention elsewhere. On the path of out- breathing (whether human, planetary or logoic) these building devas (on the same Ray as the unit desiring manifestation, or on a complementary Ray) are attracted by his will and desire, and perform their office of construction. On the path of in- breathing (whether human, planetary or logoic) they are no longer attracted, and the form begins to dissipate. They withdraw their interest and the forces (likewise entities) who are the agents of destruction, carry on their necessary work of breaking up the form; they scatter itas it is occultly expressedto "The four winds of Heaven," or to the regions of the four breaths,a fourfold separation and distribution. A hint is here given for careful consideration.
  Though no pictures have been drawn of death bed scenes nor of the dramatic escape of the palpitating etheric body from the centre in the head, as might have been anticipated, yet some of the rules and purposes governing this withdrawal have been mentioned. We have seen how the aim of each life (whether human, planetary or solar) should be the effecting and the carrying out of a definite purpose. This purpose is the development of a more adequate form for the use of the spirit; and when this purpose is achieved then the Indweller turns his attention away, and the form disintegrates, having served his need. This is not always the case in every human life nor even in each planetary cycle. The mystery of the moon is the mystery of failure. This leads, when comprehended, to a life of dignity and offers an aim worthy of our best endeavour. When this angle of truth is universally recognised, as it will be when the intelligence of the race suffices, then evolution will proceed with certainty, and the failures be less numerous.

1.00e - DIVISION E - MOTION ON THE PHYSICAL AND ASTRAL PLANES, #A Treatise on Cosmic Fire, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
  "The fire within the lesser fire findeth its progress much impelled when the circle of the moving and the unmoving, of the lesser wheel within the greater wheel that moveth not in Time, findeth a twofold outlet; it then shineth with the glory of the twofold One and of His sixfold brother. Fohat rusheth through space. He searcheth for his complement. [173] The breath of the unmoving one, and the fire of the One Who seeth the whole from the beginning rush to meet each other, and the unmoving becomes the sphere of activity."
  We take up our second point in the consideration of the centres:

1.00 - INTRODUCTION, #The Alchemy of Happiness, #Al-Ghazali, #Sufism
  There are many ways to set out to work; each of us has, in fact, his or her own particular approach: for one it may be a well-crafted object or a job well done; for another a beautiful idea, an encompassing philosophical system; for still another a piece of music, the flowing of a river, a burst of sunlight on the sea; all are ways of breathing the Infinite. But these are brief moments, and we seek permanence. These are moments subject to many uncontrollable conditions, and we seek something inalienable, independent of conditions and circumstances
  a window within us that will never close again.

1.00 - Main, #The Book of Certitude, #Baha u llah, #Baha i
  They whom God hath endued with insight will readily recognize that the precepts laid down by God constitute the highest means for the maintenance of order in the world and the security of its peoples. He that turneth away from them is accounted among the abject and foolish. We, verily, have commanded you to refuse the dictates of your evil passions and corrupt desires, and not to transgress the bounds which the Pen of the Most High hath fixed, for these are the breath of life unto all created things. The seas of Divine wisdom and Divine utterance have risen under the breath of the breeze of the All-Merciful. Hasten to drink your fill, O men of understanding! They that have violated the Covenant of God by breaking His commandments, and have turned back on their heels, these have erred grievously in the sight of God, the All-Possessing, the Most High.
  O ye peoples of the world! Know assuredly that My commandments are the lamps of My loving providence among My servants, and the keys of My mercy for My creatures. Thus hath it been sent down from the heaven of the Will of your Lord, the Lord of Revelation. Were any man to taste the sweetness of the words which the lips of the All-Merciful have willed to utter, he would, though the treasures of the earth be in his possession, renounce them one and all, that he might vindicate the truth of even one of His commandments, shining above the Dayspring of His bountiful care and loving-kindness.
  Say: Rejoice not in the things ye possess; tonight they are yours, tomorrow others will possess them. Thus warneth you He Who is the All-Knowing, the All-Informed. Say: Can ye claim that what ye own is lasting or secure? Nay! By Myself, the All-Merciful, ye cannot, if ye be of them who judge fairly. The days of your life flee away as a breath of wind, and all your pomp and glory shall be folded up as were the pomp and glory of those gone before you. Reflect, O people!
  What hath become of your bygone days, your lost centuries? Happy the days that have been consecrated to the remembrance of God, and blessed the hours which have been spent in praise of Him Who is the All-Wise. By My life! Neither the pomp of the mighty, nor the wealth of the rich, nor even the ascendancy of the ungodly will endure. All will perish, at a word from Him. He, verily, is the All-Powerful, the All-Compelling, the Almighty. What advantage is there in the earthly things which men possess? That which shall profit them, they have utterly neglected. Erelong, they will awake from their slumber, and find themselves unable to obtain that which hath escaped them in the days of their Lord, the Almighty, the All-Praised. Did they but know it, they would renounce their all, that their names may be mentioned before His throne.
  He, truly, is cognizant of what I say. Let none contend with another, and let no soul slay another; this, verily, is that which was forbidden you in a Book that hath lain concealed within the Tabernacle of glory. What! Would ye kill him whom God hath quickened, whom He hath endowed with spirit through a breath from Him? Grievous then would be your trespass before His throne! Fear God, and lift not the hand of injustice and oppression to destroy what He hath Himself raised up; nay, walk ye in the way of God, the True One. No sooner did the hosts of true knowledge appear, bearing the standards of Divine utterance, than the tribes of the religions were put to flight, save only those who willed to drink from the stream of everlasting life in a Paradise created by the breath of the All-Glorious.
  God hath decreed, in token of His mercy unto His creatures, that semen is not unclean. Yield thanks unto Him with joy and radiance, and follow not such as are remote from the Dawning-place of His nearness. Arise ye, under all conditions, to render service to the Cause, for God will assuredly assist you through the power of His sovereignty which overshadoweth the worlds. Cleave ye unto the cord of refinement with such tenacity as to allow no trace of dirt to be seen upon your garments. Such is the injunction of One Who is sanctified above all refinement. Whoso falleth short of this standard with good reason shall incur no blame. God, verily, is the Forgiving, the Merciful. Wash ye every soiled thing with water that hath undergone no alteration in any one of the three respects; take heed not to use water that hath been altered through exposure to the air or to some other agent. Be ye the very essence of cleanliness amongst mankind. This, truly, is what your Lord, the Incomparable, the All-Wise, desireth for you.
  Happy the one who entereth upon the first day of the month of Baha, the day which God hath consecrated to this Great Name. And blessed be he who evidenceth on this day the bounties that God hath bestowed upon him; he, verily, is of those who show forth thanks to God through actions betokening the Lord's munificence which hath encompassed all the worlds. Say: This day, verily, is the crown of all the months and the source thereof, the day on which the breath of life is wafted over all created things. Great is the blessedness of him who greeteth it with radiance and joy. We testify that he is, in truth, among those who are blissful.
  Such are the words with which My Forerunner hath extolled My Being, could ye but understand. Whoso reflecteth upon these verses, and realizeth what hidden pearls have been enshrined within them, will, by the righteousness of God, perceive the fragrance of the All-Merciful wafting from the direction of this Prison and will, with his whole heart, hasten unto Him with such ardent longing that the hosts of earth and heaven would be powerless to deter him. Say: This is a Revelation around which every proof and testimony doth circle. Thus hath it been sent down by your Lord, the God of Mercy, if ye be of them that judge aright. Say: This is the very soul of all Scriptures which hath been breathed into the Pen of the Most High, causing all created beings to be dumbfounded, save only those who have been enraptured by the gentle breezes of My loving-kindness and the sweet savours of My bounties which have pervaded the whole of creation.

1.00 - Preliminary Remarks, #Liber ABA, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
  Next, let the breath-rhythm be low,
  Easy, regular , and slow;

1.00 - PRELUDE AT THE THEATRE, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
  When, after dancing out your breath,
  You pass the night in dissipating:

1.00 - The way of what is to come, #The Red Book Liber Novus, #unset, #Zen
    I must also speak the ridiculous. You coming men! You will recognize the supreme meaning by the fact that he is laughter and worship, a bloody laughter and a bloody worship. A sacrificial blood binds the poles. Those who know this laugh and worship in the same breath.
    After this, however, my humanity approached me and said:

10.11 - Savitri, #Writings In Bengali and Sanskrit, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Unknown secluded voice, muffled breathing
  Supernatural footsteps, which are never bad

10.12 - Awake Mother, #Writings In Bengali and Sanskrit, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  Asleep are the heavens, breathless the wrathful winds;
  The stars twinkle not in the dense blackness of the clouds.
  Wiping off with Her mighty breath the whole kingdom of the titans and the violent goddess comes smiling
  Then shall we know the Mother.

1.013 - Defence Mechanisms of the Mind, #The Study and Practice of Yoga, #Swami Krishnananda, #Yoga
  Our physical body is not our total personality. We have many things inside us which we cannot see with our eyes. Internal to the body is the vital principle, called the prana in Sanskrit. The prana is not the breath. The breath is only the external function of an energy principle called prana. It cannot be translated into English. Prana is a very subtle, ethereal principle, subtler even than electricity. It is pranic energy that enables the physical body to function, including the functions of breathing, digesting, and the circulation of blood. Everything is controlled by the movement of the pranic energy. It is also this prana which acts as the motive power behind the action of the senses. If the pranas are withheld, the senses become weak in their action. So, the pranas are something like the electric force generated by the dynamo of the individual within, to project the senses externally towards objects. And the mind, which is the synthesising principle of all sense activities, passes judgement of a tentative character upon the reports brought in by the senses. Finally, there is the supreme judge, which is the intellect.
  All of these are inside the body not in the sense of pebbles in a bottle, but inseparably permeating everything that is in the body, or that is the body. We cannot separate the intellect, the mind, the senses, the prana, the body, etc. One is involved in the other, so it looks like a compound that has been created by these elements. For some purposes they look like different functions, but for other purposes they look as if they are a single force, acting in different ways. So, self-control would mean a judicious control exercised over every function inside, including the physical functions, the function of the prana, the senses, the mind and the intellect. All of these have to be harnessed in a given direction.

1.015 - The Rock, #Quran, #unset, #Zen
  29. “When I have formed him, and breathed into him of My spirit, fall down prostrating before him.”
  30. So the angels prostrated themselves, all together.

1.01 - Adam Kadmon and the Evolution, #Preparing for the Miraculous, #George Van Vrekhem, #Integral Yoga
  his eyes to the Sun; his breath to the air element; his navel
  to the midspace; his head to the sky; his feet to the earth;

1.01 - A NOTE ON PROGRESS, #The Future of Man, #Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, #Christianity
  the craft that bears them, breathe the scents borne to them on the
  breeze, gaze at the shadows cast from pole to pole by a changeless

1.01 - Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious, #The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
  life. But the breath of the spirit rushing over the dark water is
  uncanny, like everything whose cause we do not know since it
  3 6 Thus, in the dream, the breath of the pneuma frightened
  another pastor, a shepherd of the flock, who in the darkness of
  God. Among primitives, the soul is the magic breath of life
  (hence the term "anima"), or a flame. An uncanonical saying of
  because if^xn as such is closely akin to "cool breath" i/nj'xv means
  'to breathe,' 'to blow'; \jrvxpos and ifix * niean 'cold,' 'chill,'
   breathed into Adam a living breath, that he might live. With
  her cunning play of illusions the soul lures into life the inert-
  Troy. She is not a shallow creation, for the breath of eternity
  lies over everything that is really alive. The anima lives beyond

1.01 - BOOK THE FIRST, #Metamorphoses, #Ovid, #Poetry
  Then with a breath, he gave the winds to blow;
  And bad the congregated waters flow.
  And, breathing slaughters, still with rage he burns,
  But on the bleating flock his fury turns.
  The northern breath, that freezes floods, he binds;
  With all the race of cloud-dispelling winds:
  Then gives it breath; the blast with doubling sound,
  Runs the wide circuit of the world around:
  Of multitudes, who breath'd the common air,
  We two remain; a species in a pair:
  Now breathes upon her hair, with nearer pace;
  And just is fast'ning on the wish'd embrace.
  And breath'd a mournful air, unheard before;
  That much surprizing Pan, yet pleas'd him more.

1.01 - Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
  Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath. I have no doubt that some of you who read this book are unable to pay for all the dinners which you have actually eaten, or for the coats and shoes which are fast wearing or are already worn out, and have come to this page to spend borrowed or stolen time, robbing your creditors of an hour. It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live, for my sight has been whetted by experience; always on the limits, trying to get into business and trying to get out of debt, a very ancient slough, called by the Latins _s alienum_, anothers brass, for some of their coins were made of brass; still living, and dying, and buried by this others brass; always promising to pay, promising to pay, tomorrow, and dying today, insolvent; seeking to curry favor, to get custom, b