Till the last breath of mine I can’t really dig away Mahadev’ from me. But as an actor I have to play other roles and move on.
If you think the country is at risk of imploding due to cancel culture, lack of border control, horrific foreign policy decisions going back decades, and bowing down to China – and many of us do – then absolutely a Trump speech is a breath of comforting and soothing fresh air.
I hold my breath with my punches in the fight and you know how that catches up with you.
Imagine my name being taken in the same breath as Marilyn Monroe and Madonna.
My husband has taught me to take a deep breath and chill and enjoy things.
When you get older, you are told constantly that you should be there for your parents’ deaths, otherwise you will regret it. But what we are not prepared for is a sudden, brutal death that you are there for, with medical people shouting and things bleeping and your parent gasping for breath.
It is out of love and not duress that I look after Dilip saab. I am not looking for praises to be called a devoted wife. Just to touch him and cuddle him is the world’s best thing that’s happening to me. I adore him and he is my breath itself.
Sometimes you’re just regular. Sometimes you wake up, and your breath stinks like everybody else, and you had a bad hair day.
Each project you do demands a different diet in a way. Because there’s so much tension in ‘Betrayal,’ so much holding of breath and emotion, I can’t get too happy in my food choices or I can’t get alert enough.
I think in all cultural organizations there has to be renewal. I’m also of a certain age that someone new can come in with a breath of fresh air. Things change, and I think that’s important.
I just focus on taking a deep breath, staying calm, and not trying to make the situation bigger than it is.
I will get to the truth, if not in Ukrainian courts, then in international ones. I will fight to my last breath. They want to put me in prison but that won’t help. My voice will be heard even louder from prison than now, and the whole world will hear me.
Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, although they come and go by day, are like the smith’s bellows: they take breath but are not alive.
Prayer is omnipotent: its breath can melt adamantine rocks – its touch can break the stoutest chains.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
It shouldn’t be just the rich and the powerful that send their children to schools where there is armed security. Parents shouldn’t be holding their breath because there’s no security in schools they’re sending their children to.
The moment is everything. Don’t think about tomorrow; don’t think about yesterday: think about exactly what you’re doing right now and live it and dance it and breath it and be it.
As long I still have a breath left in me I will dedicate myself fully to China’s reform.
At Julliard we had some voice classes. It was really just so you could carry a tune. It always just helps with your speaking voice also, when you connect your diaphragm and your breath.
Thought is more than a right – it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak, to write, to publish, are things, so far as the right is concerned, absolutely identical. They are the ever-enlarging circles of intelligence in action; they are the sonorous waves of thought.
The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath.
You’d think skiing wouldn’t be strenuous – all you have to do, after all, is start at the top and let gravity pull you to the dessert bar in the lodge. But at those elevations, you’ll find about as much oxygen as you’ll find kindness from your children. It’s like spending six hours holding your breath.
School houses do not teach themselves – piles of brick and mortar and machinery do not send out men. It is the trained, living human soul, cultivated and strengthened by long study and thought, that breathes the real breath of life into boys and girls and makes them human, whether they be black or white, Greek, Russian or American.
Of a truth, there is an inward, formless, inarticulate, almost unconscious, prayer, the very breath of love, whereby the soul is knit fast to the God whom it has tracked, amidst the tangled underwood of human life, to his covert on the eternal hills.
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