Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Circulate. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Circulate Quotes And Sayings by 96 Authors including Don Mclean,Eve Alexandra,Georg Christoph Lichtenberg,Colleen Hoover,Thich Nhat Hanh for you to enjoy and share.
Every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment that flows through the veins of your being. Like a river of life flowing on since creation, approaching the sea with each new generation.
The tyranny of the living body.
Listen -- those cells are at it again.
Gossiping.
Her veins are singing.
Belting out gospel and disco. Amazing Grace.
And her tired mind
says hush. Enough is enough.
Everything that matters in life flows through tubes.
Beat, beat, pause. Contract, expand. Inhale, exhale.
Committed to Improving the State of Every Heart.
Rewriting the world one heart at a time.
We give physical exercise to the body, but neglect the heart. The exercise for the heart is uplifting the destitute and the suffering.
Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.
Breathing: the miracle cure everyone's been looking for." -Lane-
The communication between the brain and the heart is a two-way dialogue.
Our heart is like a reservoir from which our lives flow.
The Heart is like a fuel tank, that you always have to keep filling up with Imaan
Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide.
I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.
As people, no matter what we are doing, your whole body is living and breathing.
The only way of touching a heart is to wound it
The heart doesn't know how to quit, because it doesn't know how to lie.
When we benefit from CT scanners, M.R.I. devices, pacemakers and arterial stents, we can immediately appreciate how science affects the quality of our lives.
The balled Pulp of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.
In many organisms, including man, the mechanical respiration and the circulation of the blood are 'regulated' so as to correspond to the demand of the moment.
You need to stop thinking with your head, Mud Boy, and start thinking with your heart.
Artemis sighed. The heart was an organ for pumping oxygen-rich blood to the cells. It could no more think than an apple could tap-dance.
Yes, exercise is the catalyst. That's what makes everything happen: your digestion, your elimination, your sex life, your skin, hair, everything about you depends on circulation. And how do you increase circulation?
Air goes in and out
of my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heart
brain - and so I am
When I write...
I open a vein and bleed for the masses
It's all I know...
For the heart, life is simple: it beats for as long as it can. Then it stops.
The greatest challenge of the day is: how to bring about a revolution of the heart, a revolution which has to start with each one of us?
Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.
...the heart is an organ of fire.
Breath is life in
Current / is the cure for both a stopped heart / and one that beats too much. / And if it must be shocked twice, / the surgeons call it a reluctant heart.
When one follows the path with heart, one often bleeds. (But what is the alternative - a cauterized core?)
A heart beats seventy-two times a minute. The blood that flows within the essence of life also becomes a compass that navigates through the uncharted waters of romance and eventually arrives at the port called LOVE..
Cardiovascular disease remains the #1 killer of people in the United States today - accounting for more deaths than all forms of cancer combined.
With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries
seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.
Our body is a machine for living.
The art of medicine has its roots in the heart.
The world keeps spinning because you heartbeats exist
I claim that in losing the spinning wheel we lost our left lung. We are, therefore, suffering from galloping consumption. The restoration of the wheel arrests the progress of the fell disease.
It is necessary for the heart to feel as for the body to be fed.
The heart is a generous muscle.
Hearts Live By Being Wounded
The human heart is so delicate and sensitive that it always needs some tangible encouragement to prevent it from faltering in its labor. The human heart is so robust, so tough, that once encouraged it beats its rhythm with a loud unswerving insistency.
The hand cannot reach higher than does the heart.
I've lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I'm hyperventilating.
"I don't need you to show me how to breathe," I say.
"You don't?" He looks skeptical.
"I think I can handle the simple act of breathing without you.
Music is the pathway to the heart.
Fine Things are reservoirs for the heart.
If the heart could think it would stop beating.
How do Humans breathe again ?
Walk. Run. Ride.
To realize the body's potential for flow is relatively easy. It does not require special talents or great expenditures of money. Everyone can greatly improve the quality of life by exploring one or more previously ignored dimensions of physical abilities. Of
Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh.
I looked briefly up from my notes. I was surrounded by hearts, sectioned and preserved. Hearts with holes. Hearts with leaking valves or thickened walls. Hearts with narrow or transposed aortas. I closed my eyes.
Be still my non-beating heart.
And your own heart generates enough pressure as it pumps blood throughout your body that it could squirt blood up to 30 feet. (I've never tried this, and I don't recommend it.)
I struggle for air, but it's not because of my aching legs; it's because of my weak heart, growing stronger with each passing second.
Breathe of life, living soul.
Please don't let us lose this. Breathing
Give me the heartbeat. Give me the salt. Give me the Viaticum. Fill my mouth.
Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next ...
A Street filled with people is a vein filled with blood!
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
A glad heart is a flowing stream.
My heart may not be whole, but it still beats.
We carry the ocean within us; our veins mirror the tides.
empty out the toxins of life to avoid clogging
Breathing is the master key of life.
Life is in continuous motion; it is transforming and transcending.
There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy.
We find we breathe again, and hear the surgeon hum.
Outside, in the street, a car starts up. The heart regularly
Thunders.
Why is your heart racing Tris?
I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry ...
Let at least one word of my writings impregnate the reader's heart.
The best exercise for the human heart is reaching down to lift someone else up.
Stop. Revive. Survive
The heart is fascinating. It pumps blood through the veins. Feeds us. Starves us. It's steady when we're steady. Is erratic when we're erratic. When it goes silent, everything inside us stops. Stills. When we're alive, it's the fuel to that life. It
My business is circumference.
The head governs, the heart assists, the body acts.
The heart is a vital organ, but it is a faulty guide to conduct. It is the mind makes judgements and comparisons, furnishes evidence on which ideas of truth can be founded.
The man swallowed praise the way runners swallow electrolytes. By
The human heart is like a millstone in a mill: when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away.
Two nutmegs hung upon a string around the neck until the string breaks will cure heart murmurs,
Flow-cycled ventilators
Don't be satisfied with just pumping blood.
I write, because not breathing is not an option.
The road to the heart is the ear
Breathing in and breathing out, those two things we must never forget about.
The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it.
Retain a calm heart, sit like a turtle, walk swiftly like a pigeon, and sleep like a dog
Lie, copulate, and die.
Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.
It's quite simple," she says, while Rosentreter wonders, not without anxiety, whether she can read his thoughts. "You draw air into your lungs, you raise your soft palate, air passes over your vocal cords, and you move your lips and tongue. Or, to put it another way, you speak.
My pen is an artery, my heart is a fountain
Of course I knew the work of Roland Kirk and Harry Carney and the specific uses they would make of circular breathing, so I knew it was physically possible.
When i'm with you my blood flows smoothly through
The heart [is] an organ that I find, if you have faith and know how to surrender to it, unfolds and unfolds in a most wonderful an unscientific manner, till it becomes the vastest and most pristine wilderness in existence.
Great, it passes on (in constant flow).
Live well - respire frequently.
The moment man cuts himself off from living connection with the human race and its needs, he begins to die from poor circulation.
A stitch in time saves uncontrollable blood loss