A Quote by Martina McBride

Baby I'm so into you I can hardly breathe. — © Martina McBride
Baby I'm so into you I can hardly breathe.
It's so ridiculous, I can barely stop. I can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream. You're so fabulous, you're so good to me baby, baby.
Clearly, there is some invisible force that is moving every aspect of reality to its next best expression. And the universe is not only self-organizing, it is also self-correcting. The embryo becomes a baby; the baby is born; its lungs continue to breathe - not only were they created but then they continue to breathe. The heart is not only created but it continues to breathe. If there is injury and disease that becomes present within the body, the body is also equipped with an immune system to correct that.
Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
I've done stunts when I was hurting so bad I couldn't hardly breathe and yet I would go ahead and do it.
Those hot pants of hers were so damned tight, I could hardly breathe.
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
If you have time to breathe you have time to meditate. You breathe when you walk. You breathe when you stand. You breathe when you lie down.
I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that I shot Eric in the foot instead of the head.
We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
I have always felt that too much time was given before the birth, which is spent learning things like how to breathe in and out with your husband (I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn't wake up until the kid was ready to start school), and not enough time given to how to mother after the baby is born.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
I have hardly seen my baby for six weeks; have been at the office from nine A.M. to eleven P.M. regularly.
Life comes in clusters, clusters of solitude, then a cluster when there is hardly time to breathe.
I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!
You cannot breathe deeply and worry at the same time. Breathe. Let the worry go. Breathe. Allow the love and intuition in.
I get this a lot: 'Oh, can you take a picture with my baby? Can you hold the baby?' I don't want to hold your baby! I'll hold my baby. I don't like holding someone else's baby. I'm serious! You never know what could happen. It's such an awkward position you're put in, and it's like, 'No, sorry.'
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