I always loved running.... It was something you could do by yourself and under your own power.
What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.
The trees are our lungs, the rivers our circulation, the air our breath, and the earth our body.
Laugh a lot. It clears the lungs.
Man cannot breathe with borrowed lungs.
There's so much pollution in the air now that if it weren't for our lungs there'd be no place to put it all.
Forests are the lungs of our land.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
To breathe, we do not only need air and lungs, but also freedom!
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.
Hope is to our spirits what oxygen is to our lungs. Lose hope and you die. They may not bury you for awhile, but without hope you are dead inside. The only way to face the future is to fly straight into it on the wings of hope....hope is the energy of the soul. Hope is the power of tomorrow.
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.
I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.
The risk of developing carcinoma of the lung increases steadily as the amount smoked increases. If the risk among non-smokers is taken as unity and the resulting ratios in the three age groups in which a large number of patients were interviewed (ages 45 to 74) are averaged, the relative risks become 6, 19, 26, 49, and 65 when the number of cigarettes smoked a day are 3, 10, 20, 35, and, say, 60-that is, the mid-points of each smoking group. In other words, on the admittedly speculative assumptions we have made, the risk seems to vary in approximately simple proportion with the amount smoked.
I've been screaming at the top of my lungs at my family, 'Work out! Work out! Old age is coming!'
A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.
Raindrops are beating, a large puddle is forming, there on the balcony. It all floats in Emptiness, in purest Transparency, with no one here to watch it. If there is an I, it is all that is arising, right now and right now and right now. My lungs are the sky; those mountains are my teeth; the clouds are my skin; the thunder is my heart beating time to the timeless; the rain itself, the tears of our collective estate, here where nothing is really happening.
Whatever difficulty you face, there are time-tried ways you can listen your way through. Because listening is the doorway to everything that matters. It enlivens the heart the way breathing enlivens the lungs. We listen to awaken our heart. We do this to stay vital and alive.
Wouldn't it be good to forget everything even if it's just for tonight? Indulge in pleasure... breathe a sweet poison deep into your lungs.
It's very difficult to play when your lung comes out of your air
My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster, but I can't bring myself to do it. I blow bubbles from my mouth. Relax. I close my eyes. My lungs burn.
To take another breath, we must first exhale. When we have breathed out and emptied our lungs, we can breathe in again.
There is no way that the heart-lung machine could have been devised and developed other than through studies on living creatures
Not smoking enough will cause lung cancer! If anybody is getting a cancerous activity in the lung, the probabilities are that it's radiation dosage coupled with the fact that he smokes.
Air goes in and out of my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heart brain - and so I am
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