“Whenever she smiles, my pain lost its breath.”

Our life has a secret relationship with sadness.

Sometimes we choose to be cold, to act cold.

Maybe today I am a dry tree, I will fill up when it’s rain.

The sad soul once had happy stories to tell.

What broke you, won’t heal you.

Dreams grow everywhere, people not.

Disappointments feel like home.

Today I decided to forgive everyone, my soul deserves peace.

And suddenly she owned all love songs.

True friends add peace to your soul.

Sometimes I forget to admire the beauty of not being with you.

Don’t make your pain infamous.

When a man leaves you, he won’t be back.

What we avoid, controls us.

All my butterflies are dead.

We scared of losing something that we never found.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

In the cold I centre myself and my breathing to transfer all my heat into the centre of my body.

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Deep breathing changes the chemistry of the body by bringing oxygen into the tissue.

And in this moment, like a swift intake of breath, the rain came.

Breathing exercises produce brain waves.