Breathe Quote by Alexander Pope

And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

— Alexander Pope

The air was cold to the lungs, the long grass dripping wet, and the herbs on it gave out their spiced astringent scent. In…

— Isak Dinesen

“An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. I go…

— Samar Sen

“O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter…

— Ode to the West Wind

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush…

— John Gardiner Calkins Brainard

“Many earnest young writers with a flow of adjectives and a passion for detail have attempted to describe the quiet of a great city…

— Edna Ferber

“the whisper of the breeze through”

— Donna Alward

the whistle of the old steam trains ... could conjure up visions of bleak distances with one solitary wail.

— M.C. Beaton

“Whispering wind, a quiet breath exhaled across years of tiny, fragments of light. Glowing in the breeze, like silent fireworks, accentuating my wanders through…

— Susan L. Marshall

In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Zet and Lottie swam into New York City from the skies—that was how it felt in the Pacemaker, rushing along the Hudson at sunrise.…

— Saul Bellow

“They came silently as ghosts themselves, swept along like leaves being scattered about them in the scurrying east wind. Yet their running forms seemed…

— David Clement-Davies