“Take a moment in between breaths to let yourself see what’s left to be seen, all the places you’ve been. Your old haunts. I pass by them every day, and after all these years I’ll find myself wondering if they’re just facades, like the saloon fronts and gun shops of an old ghost town set. As if I can poke my head inside the doors in the light of day and see nothing but framed out rooms and sandy floors, existing for no other reason than to give structure to who I used to be.”

“The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then…to now…to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.”

“Remember. Your breath is a prayer.”

“I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it’s one breath at a time.”

“Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights”

“The city outside, so busy, so full of life, seemed in stark contrast to the deathly silence inside their home. It seemed…like a muffled silence, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting…”

“O my love, my wife!Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breathHath had no power yet upon thy beauty.”

“And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he’s gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.”

“A state of being, meaning a breath which is connected to now.”

“We have a saying in Vaan,” Byern replied.”In every breath, hope abides.”(…)”Just keep breathing, little Crow.”

“His lone breaths- everywhere to be with himHope survives one more day, losing all fearWith the cold night’s touch through shivered scheme,His new day reminds of another yearFrom the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part II)”

“And so I have to live. Because we live for more than just ourselves, Most of the time we live for others, keep putting one foot before the other, left and right, left and right, so that walking becomes a habit, just like breathing. Ina n out, left and right.”

“You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.”

“Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.”

“Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep…slow…breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands.”