Breath Quotes

“It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“It's funny, but you never really think much about breathing. Until it's all you ever think about.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“We rise to a challenge and set a course. We take a decision. You put your mind to something. Just deciding to do it gets you halfway there. Daring to try.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“Being afreaid proves you're alive and awake.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“Wherever I went I felt like the last person awake in a room full of sleepers”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“I was in my thirties before I learnt that I too would prefer not to see what I could no longer have”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“And somehow, somewhere along the track, I went numb. I couldn’t say what it was & didn’t dare try. How do you explain the sense of being made to feel improper? I withdrew into a watchful rectitude, anxious to please, risking nothing. I followed the outline of my life, carefully rehearsing form without conviction, like a bishop who can’t see that his faith has become an act.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“That was the simple objective, being airborne, up longer, up higher, more casually & with more fuck off elegance than anyone else in the world. I never understood the rules or the science of it but I recognized the single-mindedness it took to match risk with nerve come what may. Some endeavours require a kind of egotism, a near autistic narrowness. Everything conspires against you – the habits of physics, the impulse to flee - & you’re weighed down by every dollop of commonsense dished up. Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful so you hang tough. You back yourself & only yourself. This idiot resolve is all you have.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“Inside those waves our voices bounced back at us, deeper and larger for all the noise, like the voices of men.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“That eye... was like a fuckin hole in the universe”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“And though I've lived to be an old man with my very own share of happiness for all the mess I made, I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. So you hang tough. You back yourslef and only yourself.”
― tim winton, Breath

“I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living
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― Tim Winton, Breath

“I have never been a violent man. Just a little creepy, it seems.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“It's how I fill the time when nothing's happening, thinking too much, flirting with melancholy”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“I couldn't take my eyes from those plumes of spray, the churning shards of light. Was this what the old man was afraid of? I tried to think of poor dead Snowy Muir but death was hard to imagine when you had these blokes dancing themselves across the bay with smiles on their faces and sun in their hair. I couldn't have put words to it as a boy, but later I understood what seized my imagination that day. How strange it was to see men do something beautiful. Something pointless and elegant, as though nobody saw or cared.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“They probably don’t understand this, but it’s important for me to show them that their father is a man who dances – who saves lives and carries the wounded, yes, but who also does something completely pointless and beautiful, and in this at least he should need no explanation.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“I will always remember my first wave this morning. The smells of paraffin wax and brine and peppy scrub. The way the swell rose beneath me like a body drawing to air. How the wave drew me forward and I sprang to my feet, skating with the wind of momentum in my ears. I leant across the wall of upstanding water and the board came with me as though it was part of my body and mind. The blur of spray. The billion shards of light. I remember the solitary watching figure on the beach and the flash of Loonies's smile as I flew by; I was intoxicated. And though I've lived to be an old man with my own share of happiness for all the mess I made, I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living.”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“People are fools, not monsters”
― Tim Winton, Breath

“...jedoch spürt man auf ziemlich perverse Art, dass man dem Leben an sich ausgeliefert ist, weil es einen zwingt, zu atmen und zu atmen und zu atmen in einer endlosen Kapitulation vor der biologischen Routine, und dass das menschliche Streben nach Kontrolle ebenso viel mit der Machtergreifung über den eigenen Körper zu tun hat wie mit der Ausübung von Macht über andere.”
― Tim Winton, Breath