Quotes About Heartbeats

Au moment de nous quitter, nous choisissions de ne pas dire un mot, d'être dans le silence. Il y a une étreinte, un regard. Il n'y a pas de baiser, pas d'au revoir. Il y a juste ton corps en partance et le mien qui reste. Il y a les battements de ton coeur qui s'accélèrent et les miens qui ralentissent. Il y a l'effroi. Il y a le temps derrière nous, et le temps devant nous. Il y a la tendresse qui se brise.

With today's technology, you can actually see the baby grow, move, and hear their little heart beats.

Rhythm came from Africa. We need 2 stop frontin' about that. Rhythm and heartbeats.

Oía los latidos de mi corazón. Oía el corazón de los demás.

Nu poÅ£i tr?i f?r? repetiÅ£ie, f?r? b?taia inimii, dar era adev?rat c? b?t?ile inimii nu însemnau totul în via??.

surgeons had been able to keep a heart beating even though it wasn't connected to a body. I thought this was a waste of heartbeats and energy. It's like going out and leaving the TV on. We're constantly being told to save energy, and yet surgeons are leaving hearts pumping.

A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was a s fragile as a bird's heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood.

Music is the elixir of life. It can mimic the heartbeats of our bodies and heal like a magic wand... The resonance it creates in our bodies cannot be replicated by any medicine.

I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises.

Alex allowed herself the space of three heartbeats to grieve. I could count them, because that gross muscle between Pottery Barn's hands was still beating.

Both precious and absurd, this tightrope of existence we walk in both directions; strung only on a rhythm of heartbeats across a void

Time is counted, not by hours, but by heart-beats.

No soy nada…, no soy nada…» se repite una y otra vez, mientras, la oscuridad es absorbida por su piel, los latidos de su corazón, como sonidos de una antigua maquinaria de relojería, traquetean en sus oídos.

Human life was lived between two chasms, a Russian writer had said, the one that preceded our birth, "the cradle rocks above an abyss," and the one we were all "heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour).

I did not think of the story I would make about Alfrida ... but of the work I wanted to do ... The cries of the crowd came to me like big heartbeats, full of sorrows. Lovely formal-sounding waves, with their distant, almost inhuman assent and lamentation ... this was what I thought I had to pay attention to, this was how I wanted my life to be.

Los sordos pueden oír los latidos de su propio corazón, frau Elena?

Leto did not respond. His thoughts were lost in memories of night—the one just past and the millennial others which crowded his pasts—clouds and stars, the rains and the open blackness pocked with glittering flakes from a shredded cosmos, a universe of nights, extravagant with them as he had been with his heartbeats.

The wind plays the world like an instrument. Blows through trees like flutes. But trees won't grow in cement. And as heart beats bring percussion fallen trees bring repercussions. Cities play upon our souls like broken drums.

Five is for five heartbeats, the length of time it takes to breathe in or out. For that is how quickly a life may change, for better or for ill. The time it takes to make up, or change, your mind.

Beauty hits eyes, and love touches heartbeats.

Love is a context of heartbeats; intimacy is its dictionary; use it carefully and properly; otherwise, typos can cause risks in it.

One can buy everything in its life; however, one cannot buy dreams and love that one carries in heartbeats.

So when it happened suddenly this was how it happened. She had often wondered. But the magazine stories had got it all wrong. It was not an affair of sudden heartbeats, and hot and cold flushes, as though one were going to have influenza, it was just this quiet recognition. But in the approach of love there must be a sharpness, for that moment of beauty that had come down like a sword had cut her life in two. When she crossed the bridge she had crossed from her girlhood to womanhood.

If we can take the time to mute the noise we've build around ourselves the rhythm of the heartbeats and the purpose may be clear.