He could hardly breathe and his face started turning green.

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which have become permanent

There were things he'd been scared to face his whole life, and now that he was looking them in the eye they weren't quite as scary as he first thought.

Her eyes were olive green―incisive and clear.

He started walking and his ankles started turning in when he walked.