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• I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that I shot Eric in the foot instead of the head.

  Veronica Roth

  Mother, Baby, Thinking

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• Shadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.

  Christine Feehan

  Warrior, Fire, Air

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• I glance at the exit across the room. I want out. The bird in my chest is crashing up against its cage. I can feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of its feverish body inside and I open my mouth, not to speak, but to let the bird out so I can breathe.

  Han Nolan

  Bird, Mouths, Body

  Han Nolan (2010). “Crazy”, p.26, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.

  Victor Hugo

  Rocks, Agony, Desire

  Victor Hugo (2007). “Hugo's Works: Les Miserables (St. Denis)”, p.112, Wildside Press LLC

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• My heart beats so hard it hurts, and I can't scream and I can't breathe, but I also feel everything, every vein and every fiber, every bone and every nerve, all awake and buzzing in my body as if charged with electricity. I am pure adrenaline.

  Veronica Roth

  Hurt, Heart, Nerves

  "Divergent". Book by Veronica Roth, April 25, 2011.

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• Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.

  Ilona Andrews

  Air, Ego, Rooms

  Ilona Andrews (2011). “Magic Slays”, p.243, Penguin

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• He was so full of wrath against grown-ups, who as usual, were spoiling everything, that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland, that everytime you breathe, a grown-up dies; and Peter was killing them of vindictively as fast as possible.

  James M. Barrie

  Wrath, Tree, Usual

  James M. Barrie (2011). “Peter Pan (小飛俠彼得潘)”, p.432, Hyweb Technology Co. Ltd.

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• Words are alive--when I've found a story that I love, I read it again and again, like playing a favorite song over and over. Reading isn't passive--I enter the story with the characters, breathe their air, feel their frustrations, scream at them to stop when they're about to do something stupid, cry with them, laugh with them. Reading for me, is spending time with a friend. A book is a friend. You can never have too many.

  Gary Paulsen

  Song, Stupid, Book

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• Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Silence, Different, Kind

  Charlotte Bronte (2009). “Villette: Easyread Large Edition”, p.175, ReadHowYouWant.com

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• His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.

  Lilith Saintcrow

  Cells, Smell, Dying

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• If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.

  Laurie Halse Anderson

  Running, Together, Stitches

  Laurie Halse Anderson (2014). “Wintergirls”, p.27, Scholastic UK

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• Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.

  Ray Bradbury

  Pain, Eye, Night

  Ray Bradbury (2017). “Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel”, p.180, Simon and Schuster

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• does you costume involve leather?" she'd asked. and he'd said, "Actually, yeah, it might." it really did. it involved a leather dog collar, leather pants and a leash, and the leash was held by Ysandre, who was in skintight red rubber, from neck to knee high boots. she'd topped it off with a pair of devil horns and a red tridant. she'd made Shane her dog, complete with furry dog mask. ***"Breathe," Myrnin said. "I'm not much for it myself, but i hear it's quite good for humans."***

  Rachel Caine

  Dog, Leather Pants, Devil

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• Once again, I don’t quite know where I’m headed Steph. It seems that every few years I’m shoveling up the pieces of my life and starting from scratch all over. No matter what I do or how hard I try I can’t seem to reach the dizzy heights of happiness, success, and security, like so many people do. And I’m not talking about becoming a millionaire and living happily ever after. I just mean reaching a point in my life that I can stop what I’m doing, take a look around me, breathe a sigh of relief, and think “I’m where I want to be now.

  Cecelia Ahern

  Mean, Thinking, Sigh Of Relief

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• They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'll choke to death on too much American.

  Laurie Halse Anderson

  Couple, Kids, Air

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• I think he likes you" Miranda Whispered. Realizing she and Derek had drawn attention, she glanced away. "He's probably just curious about me like everyone else" she whispered back. "Nope. He's hot for you" Della said, reminding Kylie of the supernatural hearing of some of the campers. "When he was sitting by you at lunch, he oozed so much testosterone that it was hard to breathe. He wants your body" Della teased. "Well, he's not getting it" Kylie said.

  C.C. Hunter

  Thinking, Lunch, Hot

  C. C. Hunter (2011). “Born at Midnight”, p.80, St. Martin's Griffin

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• A hundred years from now, people will look back on us and laugh. They'll say, 'You know what people used to believe? They believed in photons and electrons. Can you imagine anything so silly?' They'll have a good laugh, because by then there will be newer better fantasies... And meanwhile, you feel the way the boat moves? That's the sea. That's real. You smell the salt in the air? You feel the sunlight on your skin? That's all real. Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.

  Michael Crichton

  Real, Silly, Moving

  Michael Crichton (1997). “The Lost World”, Knopf

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• I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it, because it’s so-o good when you breathe the air up there. And you know you'll die falling.

  Terry Pratchett

  Fall, Air, One Day

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• Ian Kabra rolled up his window. "My god, what's that smell?" Behind the wheel, Sinead laughed. "It's called fresh air. Growing up in London, you've probably never breathed it before." "And I hope I never breathe it again.

  Gordon Korman

  Growing Up, Air, Smell

  Gordon Korman (2011). “The Medusa Plot”, p.195, Scholastic Inc.

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• The man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows. Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops running and mirrors me, his feet planted and his gun up. In an instant, I see his finger poised over the trigger and hear the bullet slide into the chamber, and I fire. My eyes squeezed shut. Can't breathe. The bullet hit him in the head. I know because that's where I aimed it.

  Veronica Roth

  Running, Eye, Gun

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• I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

  Lawrence Durrell

  Love Life, Long, Terrible

  Lawrence Durrell (2012). “The Alexandria Quartet: Justine, Balthazar, Mountolive, Clea”, p.273, Faber & Faber

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• I need you to breathe for me.

  Patrick Rothfuss

  Needs, Need You, I Need You

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• The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.

  Marian Keyes

  Waiting, Stories, Sides

  "The other side of the story". Book by Marian Keyes, 2004.

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• She had died peacefully, in her sleep, after an evening of listening to all of her favorite Fred Astaire songs, one crackling record after another. Once the last chord of the last piece had died out, she had stood up and opened the French doors to the garden outside, perhaps waiting to breathe in the honeysuckle one more time.

  Anne Fortier

  Song, Sleep, Garden

  Anne Fortier (2010). “Juliet: A Novel”, p.7, Ballantine Books

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• Mom said, "His spirit is there," and that made me really angry. I told her, "Dad didn't have a spirit! He had cells!" "His memory is there." "His memory is here," I said, pointing at my head. "Dad had a spirit," she said, like she was rewinding a bit in our conversation. I told her, "He had cells, and now they're on rooftops, and in the river, and in the lungs of millions of people around New York, who breathe him every time they speak!

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Mom, New York, Dad

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.169, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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