Breathing Quote by Margaret Mitchell Download Open image “All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.” — Margaret Mitchell ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breathing Breathing space Hurt Space Wanted
What it was at the time was literally a plea for, to get the pressure off for a while, to give her space to… — Anthony Holden Copy Share Image
She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
“She wanted to buckle, lie on her side and gasp like an eviscerated fish. She held her breath against it, but her mouth parted.… — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
“when she was finally done, she was close to tears and she hated herself more. Dragging oxygen into her sob-clogged throat, she turned to… — Marian Tee Copy Share Image
“Logically she understood that everyone had something they were hiding, some hurt they kept deep inside, some reason why they were not really normal… — Nicole Trope Copy Share Image
“Each breath now hurt. She needed her inhaler. Her throat swelled within. She kicked her numb legs to no avail, and when she flapped… — A.D. Davies Copy Share Image
“She wanted to scream her rage to the uncaring universe, but she couldn't breathe.” — Jayne Ann Krentz Copy Share Image
“And then she left, and it broke my heart so completely I could hardly breathe.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I don't want any money for it," he said. "It's a gift." Scarlett's mouth dropped open. The line was so closely, so carefully drawn… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Until you lose your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
And apologies, once postponed, become harder and harder to make, and finally impossible. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“There was a glow of grim pride in her usually gentle face, approbation and a fierce joy in her smile that equaled the fiery… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
The way to get a man interested and to hold his interest was to talk about himself, and then gradually lead the conversation around… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“The very mystery of him excited her curiosity like a door that had neither lock nor key.” — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“He had never once crossed the borders of friendliness with her and, when she thought of this, fresh anger rose, the anger of hurt… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
People must do what they must do. We all don't think alike or act alike and it's wrong to-to judge others by ourselves. — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;It's loveliness increase;it will never pass into nothingness;but still will keep a bower quiet for us,and… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Aging is like enlightenment at gunpoint. Before I had cancer, I lived my life for my art. After I had cancer, I lived my… — Anna Halprin Copy Share Image
I wish," Jared began, and stopped, breathing in. "Do you remember how you used to believe I wasn't real? Sometimes I wish that was… — Sarah Rees Brennan Copy Share Image
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I’m in, Cat. I’d never leave you. Especially when you’ve got death breathing down your neck.” “Very funny,” I retorted, since Bones was inches… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily.… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
My worry is that opera will become an historic art form as opposed to a living, breathing thing. — Renee Fleming Copy Share Image
I'm really fascinated and you know I've been wondering about that usage of language, various breathing techniques and why in these practices language is… — Kathy Acker Copy Share Image
I’m exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
