Breathless Quotes

“I always knew there was no one who is going to accept my flaws and understand my brokenness.And i knew it very well that nobody would hold my hand when the wind of darkness overcome my life so i just pushed them,i pushed them all away.”
― Bazil Carl W Chong Derek Friedman Daniel

“You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.”
― Sanober Khan

“But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.”
― Lurlene McDaniel, Breathless

“What is your greatest ambition in life?'
'To become immortal... and then die.”
― Jean-Luc Godard

“Is it always like that?" I ask, breathless. “No,” he says. “It's never like that.” I hear the wonder in his voice. And just like that, everything changes.”
― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

“I get so breathless, when you call my name,
I've often wondered, do you feel the same?
There's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity
When we're all alone.”
― Corinne Bailey Rae

“He’d misspoken. She wasn’t a blow. She was a hydrogen bomb directly aimed at his solar plexus.”
― Kelly Moran, In deinen Armen

“He knew today that his life was forever changed in that one moment and he was clueless as to why or how it was. Never in his life had he ever felt that quick response to anyone. Breathless and unable to look away from her, like if he did she would disappear.”
― P.J. Fiala, Second Chances

“There’s this feeling you get when you write a really good, true sentence or paragraph or scene, and it makes you feel invincible, as if you can do anything. It feels like a superpower, and in that moment no one can touch you. You’re the best there is. That’s how you make me feel, Jeremiah Crew. Like I’m the best there is.”
― Jennifer Niven, Breathless

“May our twilights mix together
like breath and breathlessness.”
― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

“Patricia: Do you know William Faulkner?
Michel: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?”
― Jean-Luc Godard

“Being afraid is the worst sin there is.”
― Jean-Paul Belmondo

“Who said that the thrill of the chase should only be felt by the hunter?”
― H.A. Kotys, Is This Me

“She averted her eyes from his naked chest and reached up to close her window. He lifted his arms, curling his hands around the sash of his own window. Between his upraised arms, he stared at her, and his smile widened. "What's wrong, Lily? Are you shutting your window because you're afraid I'll breathe the same air you do?"
She met his gaze across the short distance that separated them. "I didn't know leeches could breathe." He didn't get angry at the insult. Instead, he laughed. "You're a worthy opponent. I don't think I've ever met a woman with a quicker wit than you. If you'd been a man, there's no telling what you might have accomplished."
"If I'd been a man, I'd have called you out in the fine old Southern tradition five years ago and shot you. That would have been a fine accomplishment." She slammed the window shut and closed the curtains. Daniel was right, of course. Within minutes, the room became suffocatingly hot.
She desperately wanted to open the window again, but she didn't want to give him any victory, no matter how small. So, she waited in the dark as her bedroom became an oven, listening to the clock on her dressing table tick away the minutes. When the clock chimed the quarter hour twice, she got out of bed and walked to the window. He was sure to be asleep by now. She slipped the curtains open, and as quietly as possible, she raised the sash.
"Told you so," a sleepy male voice murmured.
Lord, she hated him.”
― Laura Lee Guhrke, Breathless

“He knew today that his life was forever changed in that one moment and he was clueless as to why or how it was. Never in his life had he ever felt that quick response to anyone. Breathless and unable to look away from her, like if he did she would disappear.”
― PJ Fiala

“I watch him start to undress me. The ground moves my feet, but it’s my knees that are shaking. The temperature in the room goes up a few degrees. My breathing quickens.
I watch his fingers pick at my tank top. Nicholas slides one hand underneath. He runs his fingers over my torso, presses them against my stomach. They move up and down with each one of my breaths.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Stop

“Her voice faltered to a stop. Fear and confusion clutched at her throat like some terrible beast, and suddenly she was finding it difficult to breathe.”
― Emily Arden, Lie to me

“I miss you in a breathless desperate sort of way.”
― N.R.Hart

“Lily Chadwick knew there was something different about the fiercely scowling gentleman the first moment she saw him.
She could feel it.
The instant their gazes met, caught, held, something skittered across her skin like a rain of white sparks. It entered her bloodstream, heating her from the inside until her breath became stilted and her knees went alarmingly weak.
He stared at her from beneath a brow drawn low in a forbidding expression. His eyes were so dark, even the light of the glittering ballroom could not be reflected there. The angles of his face were hard, his jaw sharply defined, and he held his mouth in a harsh line that attempted to harden the full curve of his lower lip but didn't quite manage it.
Lily tried to glance away demurely, but she couldn't seem to manage. She felt a flutter that became a tightening in her belly. Her heart stopped, skipped a few beats, then started up again in a frantic rhythm as he just kept watching her.
Despite his severe, aloof appearance, something about him reached out to her, touching her with an intrinsic sort of recognition. It left her feeling as though she stood in the heart of a firestorm. She sensed with a certainty beyond rational explanation that his unyielding manner was a facade, as if he were a hero in some gothic novel. There was passion in him. She felt it in every quickened, prey-like breath she took while frozen under his intent stare.
The silent interaction between them was becoming more inappropriate by the minute, yet she could not compel herself to break away. As though caught in an invisible trap, she stared back at him while her hands began to sweat and her stomach trembled.”
― Amy Sandas, The Untouchable Earl

“What makes someone stop loving you?
One day there's love, the next day there's not. Where does it go?
Something that lived and breathed like that - how can it just vanish as if it never really existed?
I imagine a room or maybe an entire planet where the love goes to live once we're done with it. Like a kind of junkyard. Little remnants of love scattered everywhere. People picking through, collecting the strongest, biggest pieces, and trying to make something of them again. Isn't this what we do every time we meet someone new or start loving someone new? Pick up the old battered bits of ourselves and try again?”
― Jennifer Niven, Breathless

“Marra carried the knowledge that her sister hated her snuggled up under her ribs. It did not touch her heart, but it seemed to fill her lungs, and sometimes when she tried to take a deep breath, it caught on her sister's words and left her breathless.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“The words had caught on the tip of her tongue, easy to summon but incredibly difficult to say.”
― kevin Ansbro, In the Shadow of Time

“الحبّ هو أن يكون للمحبوب سلطة على أنفاسك.”
― حنان فرحات - Hanan Farhat, فاقد الهوية

“Within everyone there is a place, hidden deep inside, which yearns for 'that' kiss. You know the one I mean, the one that sends your senses reeling, leaving you breathless and when you break away, and finally regain your senses, you know you will never see the world in the same light...”
― Virginia Alison

“Love and death are similar.
In the end, both leave you breathless.”
― Jennifer O. Lee

“He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can barely breathe.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Let me kiss you and take your breath away, we'll worry about resuscitating you later.”
― Ahmed Mostafa

“Marjan chose a cream dress with a nice scooped collar, one that revealed her slender collarbones and neck. Instead of the high boots of the earlier evening, she slipped on a pair of tan leather pumps over her stocking-clad feet. With her hair tied back and her mother's ruby earrings, she felt just about ready. She took her best coat from the rack and opened the kitchen door.
Julian looked at her hungrily as she stepped out of the back gate. "Breathless," he said, shaking his head. "That's what you do to me, Miss Aminpour. Leave me breathless.”
― Marsha Mehran, Rosewater and Soda Bread

“Cads kill me. Men who go through life making wisecracks, being overtly rude, taking advantage, being self-obsessed disasters. They're just funny to me. Because of this hobbyhorse, one of my favorite films is Breathless, by Jean-Luc Godard.”
― Bob Odenkirk, Comedy Comedy Comedy Drama

“He turned toward her, the wrinkle in his brow easing as he caught sight of her. ‘Aria.’ His breath caught.
Her heart stopped at the sound of her name on his lips. The world around her quieted, and for a moment, nothing else existed as she stepped toward him, longing for more but not daring to hope.”
― Grace Hitchcock, Hearts of Gold Collection