#lungs

"The lungs are fishing nets for smoke, and I inhaled her essence like she was marijuana grown just for me."

"You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried."

"My next breath may very well be in your lungs. Store it wisely, because my life depends on it."

"Her beauty took my breath away, and allowed the spring breeze to fill my lungs with honeysuckle, jasmine, and desire."