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.
Man cannot breathe with borrowed lungs.
Laugh a lot. It clears the 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.
To take another breath, we must first exhale. When we have breathed out and emptied our lungs, we can breathe in again.
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!
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.
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs.
Metaphysical speculation is about as pointless as a discussion on the meaning of one's lungs. They're for breathing.
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.
Salad bars are like a restaurant's lungs. They soak up the impurities and bacteria in the environment, leaving you with much cleaner air to enjoy.
Those trees are your lungs. The earth recycles as your body. The rivers recycle as your circulation. The air is your breath. So what do we call the environment?
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us.
The feeling of it to my lungs was not sensibly different from that of common air; but I fancied that my breast felt peculiarly light and easy for some time afterwards. Who can tell but that, in time, this pure air may become a fashionable article in luxury. Hitherto only two mice and myself have had the privilege of breathing it.
If you just do a Google search and type in 'smoking' or 'lung cancer', you will be barraged with never ending facts and numbers, like how one in every three Americans is affected by lung disease and how COPD is the third leading cause of death and if you get lung cancer the odds are 95% that you will die.
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.
Everyone knows that exercise can improve your health. Exercise is a key part of managing your weight and maintaining healthy hearts, lungs, and other bodily systems. But did you know that exercise can make you more productive? The latest research shows that a regular exercise routine can make you happier, smarter, and more energetic.
Hundreds of butts in piles on the ground to mark the spot, their lives sucked out of them by their users in panicked distressed frenzy, their souls floating around the insides of lungs while their outsides were dropped, stamped on and deserted
A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.
I've been screaming at the top of my lungs at my family, 'Work out! Work out! Old age is coming!'
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