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Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
Jane sneezed three hundred dollars' worth of coke into the air.
Krishna's black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's.
Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.
Okay, everyone, now inhale ... and then dehale!
A Word that Breathes Distinctly
Has not the Power to Die
Don't react. Stay still. Look down. Blink. Produce spit. Breathe. Swallow. Fucking breathe.
With a resigned shrug, she screamed and collapsed into a faint. She stayed resolutely fainted, despite the liberal application of smelling salts, which made her eyes water most tremendously, a cramp in the back of one knee, and the fact that her new ball gown was getting most awfully wrinkled.
Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever.
Before I can say anything,
It dissolves in my throat
And turns into tears.
Writer speaks a stench.
I know,I can smell it, too,
Everyone in the class turned. On one of the tables, a frog had started to smoke, and the limbs were twitching spasmodically. Dr. Herbert rushed over, clapping his hands. "It's alive!" he cried.
My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.
I grabbed a Twizzler and almost cracked a tooth biting off the stale ends. I stuck my makeshift red straw into my coffee and took a long sip and was rewarded with a dazzling smile from Maddie.
"Eew. That is so gross." But she was laughing as she said it.
"Yup, something's never change.
Vampires inspire screams, not squees.
Thy breath is like the steame of apple-pyes.
I don't really go into shock around celebrity.
Breath is life in
Have you ever taken a breath that was so pure it made you realize you'd been suffocating?
How about this, have you ever farted so hard you shivered?
If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!
...subway brakes spit ozone...
Now breathe or I'll do it for you.
Smell you later.Smell-- Hank Moody
Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.
Outside the bus the smell of sulphur hit Bond with sickening force. It was a horrible smell, from somewhere down in the stomach of the world.
I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.
A fairy's kiss also has the power to kill,
I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.
Harry Potter: I know this witch with no nose.
Voldermort: With no nose? How does he smell?
Harry Potter: Terrible!
She sucked a breath and held it as something consumed her. Something else entirely.
suddenly caught in the lie.
Shallow are the souls that have forgotten how to shudder
If I sneezed, writers' vitals would spew out my nose like bats from a cave mouth, fiery balls from a roman candle, water from an open fire hydrant.
For once,
engulf,
not air,
but hope.
For once,
breathe on,
a firm belief!
The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.
There's this to say of love and breath
They give a man a taste for death.
Take off your coat."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it off."
"No."
"I want it off."
"Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you. [Vishous to Jane]
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I ... I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
The mask is torn off, while the reality remains
I'm dying. I am dying. I have finally achieved what I set out to do. My heart is splitting open and I breathe in but no air gets into my lungs.
Did you hear that?" Casper said.
"Bats," Cheyenne replied.
Casper gasped with horror. "You know I hate bats," he hissed.
"Bats bats bats bats bats," Cheyenne said.
"Stop it! We're not kids anymore!" Casper shouted.
"This way, Braveheart.
He sucked in a breath like he had a hole in his chest. Something
Sometimes
the only way
to catch
your breath
is to
lose it
completely.
I gasp for air if I don't get to breathe Italian air once a year.
V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.
"Take off your coat."
"Excuse me?"
"Take it off."
"No."
"I want it off."
"Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you.
What a pair of lungs!
What kind of miracle ripped out your heart, and left you breathing?
Paused in the ineluctable presence of the other, and inhaled.
He choked, laughed in a shocked way, wept a little more,
Rejoice while you can breathe.
His breath smelled like bananas and moldy feet.
I shudder when relating it.
An oppressive odor of decay now mingled with the stench of mold and seemed to clutch at the very breath in their lungs.
And just so you know, I'm not changing my shirts in front of you for a year for this.
His shocked gasp was rewarding enough.
Engulfment is a moment of hypnosis.
She swallowed it. So bitter.
"Vile," she said. "Vile."
"I know, but it helps. Trust me. I know."
"Trust you," she said. "Hah."
"Clearly you are not dying."
"No. Devil won't take me."
The low chuckle again. "Then we're all safe.
...and that's the blank unholy suprise of it.
She smelled the smoke before she saw it - acrid in her nose, bitter in her throat.
If you have to swallow a frog, don't stare at it too long.
I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me ...
I have never had to fight so hard to take a breath.
Kurt Vonnegut speaking to John Irving while Irving was administering the Heimlich maneuver in response to Vonnegut's uncontrollable coughing ... John,stop- I am not choking. I have emphysema.
The rectum of Wybo Gerritszoon releases a hot fart of horror.
Blood erupted in great throbbing gouts from a severed artery at the side of his neck. His open windpipe blew clouds of red mist as he struggled to breathe.
Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!
The earth's lungs, coated in green ooze and thaw, breathed out blossom-scent and sour rot and fungus-must, wet and warm and aware, where before the air had been cold and blind, remote as the moon.
He let out a breath I didn't see he was holding..
Kind pity chokes my spleen.
cry huge, gasping tears.
You can taste a word.
She was not so forbearing when it came to bad breath. After receiving one French envoy, she exclaimed, 'Good God! What shall I do if this man stay here, for I smell him an hour after he has gone!' Her words were reported back to the envoy, who at once betook himself back to France in shame.
Revolting' was the last word I ever spoke as someone who'd never kissed a girl.
I was stunned with outrage.
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time ... until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
Write what will stop your breath if you don't write.
Hello, mouth. This is foot. Now choke on that shit.
Cricket glanced down when she saw a cookie slide under the wall. She plucked the cookie from the ground and bit into it, dirt and all. It was so disgusting, her eyes watered, but she was starving, so she choked it down.
Horror is the removal of masks.
This morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
Incidentally, you really can scream with your heart; but it's incredibly painful.
My next startling discovery: flaming breath is hot.
Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But her eyes look breathless
I swallow a sigh.
It had been like swallowing a gust of October wind.
Fuck me", Bat gasped, "It's like an angel shat ice cream coffee rainbows in my mouth.
His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn't seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)
What are our lungs supposed to do?" I shouted. Shouted: "If they breathe fast they suffocate themselves from inner poisons; if they breathe slowly they suffocate from unbreathable air, from outraged things. But if they try to search for their own rhythm they perish from the mere search.
I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair.
that palpable odor pumped out through the
The shock of the real.
You're a miracle," he breathed.
"You're a miracle," the mermaid echoed, before it leaned up and carefully, almost delicately, ripped away his throat.
Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.
My mouth watered so much my taste buds put on shower caps. Michael
A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn't my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking.
Wasn't I stronger than this?
I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.
My ribs opened up like windows, I'd forgotten you could breathe that deeply.