It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.— Nas
Most Powerful Lungs quotations
Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.
Saying sulfates do not cause acid rain is the same as saying that smoking does not cause lung cancer.
The victims of injustice in our world do not need our spasms of passion;
they need our long obedience in the same direction - our legs and lungs of endurance; And we need sturdy stores of joy.
Go in any direction..seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.
What oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life.
I claim that in losing the spinning wheel we lost our left lung.
We are, therefore, suffering from galloping consumption. The restoration of the wheel arrests the progress of the fell disease.
The environment is in us, not outside of us.
The trees are our lungs, the rivers our bloodstream. We are all interconnected, and what you do to the environment ultimately you do to yourself.
If the javelin had hit me 10cm to the left, it would have punctured my lung, 20cm higher the throat, which would have been the worst-case scenario. Just 1cm higher and it would have hit bone, muscle and tendon and that would have been the end of my sporting career.
Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.
Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer.
They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke.
If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.
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.
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs.
Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.
Air pollution is terrible for our children.
Every single scientist, every single doctor will tell you the same thing: Air pollution damages our children’s brains, their hearts, and their lungs.
I realized it might be possible to do such a thing, run for money, trot for wages on piece work at a bob a puff rising bit by bit to a guinea a gasp and retiring through old age at thirty-two because of lace-curtain lungs, a football heart, and legs like varicose beanstalks.
Surgery for early stage non-small cell lung cancer is standard treatment and is likely curative. Yet, fewer blacks than whites undergo surgery for the disease, leading to a higher mortality rate among blacks with lung cancer.
Cancer is really a slew of rare diseases.
Lung cancer has 700 sub-types, breast cancer has 30,000 mutations which means that every cancer in its own right is a rare disease. Sharing data globally in this context is really important from a life-threatening perspective.
As powerful as our legs are, as magnificent as our lungs and arms and muscles are, nothing matters more than the mind.
Smoking is hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, and dangerous to the lungs.
Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
Having a favorite color is like having a favorite lung.
Most people know that forests are the lungs of our planet, literally playing a critical role in every breath we take. And that they're also home to incredible animals like the orangutan and elephant, which will go extinct if we keep cutting down their forests.
A horse gallops with his lungs, perseveres with his heart, and wins with his character.
That's baseball, and it's my game. Y' know, you take your worries to the game, and you leave 'em there. You yell like crazy for your guys. It's good for your lungs, gives you a lift, and nobody calls the cops. Pretty girls, lots of 'em.
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.
False Hustle = cheap fouls, lunging, reaching, etc.
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.
My dear, dear girl [. . .] we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire--a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron--which we cannot get back.
Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung;
whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail.
Ministers should not pray so loud, and long, as to exhaust the strength.
It is not necessary to weary the throat and lungs in prayer. God's ear is ever open to hear the heart-felt petitions of his humble servants, and he does not require them to wear out the organs of speech in addressing him.
So I hope that there are people out there laughing.
Laugh loud, please. Laugh until your lungs give out because I will have the last laugh.
When you get to the summit and you push the watch, first you try to breath a little bit and get some oxygen in your lungs. When I saw this time I was like, 'Ah, that's not possible.' Yeah...that was a good moment.
You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.
The air we breathe is necessary to keep us alive, but we must continually breathe it out so we can breathe fresh air back into our lungs. God gives us his love, which we can keep in action by breathing it out to others, thus making room in our hearts for a fresh supply of love.