Breaths Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke Download Open image “True singing is a different breath, about nothing.” — Rainer Maria Rilke ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breaths Different Singing
I don't remember ever not singing. It's just as natural as breathing for me. — Keith Whitley Copy Share Image
Ninety percent of what's wrong with singers today is that they don't breathe right. — Marilyn Horne Copy Share Image
My heart is closer to acting than singing. It's always been that way. — Vanessa Hudgens Copy Share Image
When I sing, the sound is a totally different range, color, all of it. It's all about the breath. You take in a breath… — Renee Fleming Copy Share Image
Nothing is more beautifully and acceptably self-assertive than good singing. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
I feel like singing in a lot of ways is also acting. You cannot separate it. — Shira Haas Copy Share Image
Singing connects the mind with the heart and the heart with the soul. So sing. I dare you! — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
The artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Out of infinite longings rise finite deeds like weak fountains, falling back just in time and trembling. And yet, what otherwise remains silent, our… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“A complete sharing between two people is an impossibility and whenever it seems, nevertheless, to exist, it is a narrowing, a mutual agreement which… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“But this is what ... people are so often and disastrously wrong in doing: they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“If there is nothing you can share with other people, try to be close to Things. Things will not abandon you. The nights are… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
You life will find its own paths... and that they be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
I do not want to be folded for where I am folded, there I am a lie. — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Don't let a breath escape from your body without Krishna's name. That should be our determination throughout our life. — Radhanath Swami Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Many years ago I was fishing, and as I was reeling in the poor fish, I realised, 'I am killing him - all for… — Paul McCartney 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
God is greater than anything that man can do or has done. He is not undone by just a train of powder. "Our God… — Errol Morris Copy Share Image
One day I was running around playing with my son Connor when afterwards I was sweating, tired and out of breath. I was embarrassed… — Drew Carey Copy Share Image
Dave Wann's recipes from his own experience in Simple Prosperity are a breath of fresh air, and just what we need for a saner… — Hazel Henderson Copy Share Image
Poetry should be vital--either stirring our blood by its divine movements or snatching our breath by its divine perfection. To do both is supreme… — Augustine Birrell Copy Share Image
The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a… — Kekla Magoon Copy Share Image
Remember that no matter how selfish, how cruel, how unfeeling you have been today, every time you take a breath, you make a flower… — Mort Sahl Copy Share Image
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… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
