“Your purpose is the reason you live and breathe. Your purpose guides your heart, hands, and head.”— Iyanla Vanzant, twitter.com
“When your back is up against the wall, don't start swinging! Stop! Breathe! Do not abandon yourself!”— Iyanla Vanzant, twitter.com
“As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe...keep breathing.”— Hugh Glass, rottentomatoes.com
“Breathe. You were in this place before and you got out of it stronger. Breathe. And remember they don't deserve your sadness, they don't control your happiness. Breathe. Because you are strong enough to pass through your hell with a smile.”— Drew, instagram.com
“You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you're drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.”— Jessica Park, amazon.com
“You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.”— Mandy Hale, goodreads.com
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”— Maya Angelou, amazon.com
“Just smile, breathe, and give thanks (and there is always a reason to), because it beats the hell out of the alternative.”— Crystal Woods, amazon.com
“I just wanna have fun and breathe, but I can’t do either one of them when I suffocate myself with depression.”— Lisa M. Cronkhite, amazon.com
“We must always welcome the end of all things. For sometimes knowing nothing lasts forever is the only way we can learn to fall in love with all the moments, and all the people, that are meant to take our breath away.”— RM Drake, amazon.com
“the sunset whispers secrets of love. of love and loss. of love and loss and pain and truth and all the gorgeous moments that we can never truly grasp until they're gone. this is it. it's this, here, where you are. it's not outside of the edges that color your beating heart; its within. so... stop ru…”— Rachel Brathen, instagram.com
“You know that kind of quiver that trembles around through you when you are seeing something so strange and enchanting and wonderful that it is just a fearful joy to be alive and look at it; and you know how you gaze, and your lips turn dry and your breath comes short, but you wouldn't be anywhere bu…”— Mark Twain, amazon.com