Quote by Ann Aguirre Download Open image ““He sucked in a breath like he had a hole in his chest. “Something”” — Ann Aguirre ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“He took a deep breath, as if he were taking the air from my own lungs and swallowing it for himself.” — Alyson Richman Copy Share Image
“She sucked a breath and held it as something consumed her. Something else entirely.” — Natasha Larry Copy Share Image
“My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came of his skin. it was like there had never been any hole in my… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Whenever he was asked what somebody had died of he'd reply (with immense gravity), "Lack of breath.” — Aminatta Forna Copy Share Image
“The President sucked in his breath sharply. He also sucked in a big fly that happened to be passing at the time. He choked.” — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
“He caught my hands as they pulled through my hair, and pulled my body against his, and I felt all the holes in me.… — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“I take a deep breath. It doesn’t begin to fill the void in my chest, a void that’s been present since Saturday morning, a… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Then his head sank to the floor of its own accord and from his nostrils came the last faint flicker of his breath.” — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“He breathed in hard. The stench of blood filled his lungs. Only now for the first time could he truly appreciate it.” — Shane K.P. O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Her breath came out like clouds in the air. He loved her breath” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“It's hard to breathe, and I close my eyes. There's a hard lump of air in my chest, like I've swallowed a raincloud whole.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“He swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto ...” — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
