Breathing Quote by Rumi Download Open image “Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace, and sudden flame catching.” — Rumi ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breathing Catching Every night Flames Flower Gardening Night Sky
Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Every petal tells the story of how a bud blossomed into a flower, pushing through the night and opening in dawn. This is how… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. — Rumi Copy Share Image
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how. Then you come near. “Do not…” I say, and “Do not…,” you… — Rumi Copy Share Image
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly. — Rumi 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
