A Quote by Rumi

The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities. — © Rumi
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.

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Our breath is connected to the air that every being breathes. By breathing consciously, we acknowledge our communion with all of life.
What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a masterpiece unfolding each second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath.
Pep has the magic touch. He breathes football.
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.
Enthusiasm, like the breath of God, transforms everything.
In every character that you play... I mean, I don't think I'll ever be the type of actor or performer per se who transforms, you know? Like Claire Danes transforms into Temple Grandin - I'm not gonna do that.
Today, Wilberforce University welcomes many of America's poorest and most underserved populations and transforms their educational dreams into realities.
The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath.
Why should one say that the machine does not live? It breathes, for its breath forms the atmosphere of some towns.
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
There's a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There's magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that's as old as the world itself. It's in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I'm sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath-the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.
One thing you learn doing magic tricks for a living is how close every performance of every magic trick is to disaster. There are no robust magic tricks. They're all hanging from a thread - sometimes literally.
The contradictory, consuming, contested relationship between detail and whole, event an eventuality, breathes fire and wisdom in every great work of art.
What you try to become is a bringer of magic, for magic and the truth are closely allied and movies are sheer magic ... when they work, it's, well, it's glorious.
All living beings are spiritual beings because all of life breathes. Breath is an indication that spirit is present.
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