Quotes About Pulsating

She stood watching a ritual she had seen many times before, yet which now seemed odd and extremely archaic; as if everything - the hill, the ox, the Mage, the cauldron, the king, the people looking on - everything belonged to a time so far away, so obscurely ancient that it could no longer be comprehended, only felt in the pulse of blood that flowed through her veins.

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

It is as if the city has a bloodstream flowing through it, oxygenated by books.

Have you ever felt attraction tingling in your veins like electric blood?

It beats as it sweeps as it cleans.

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

New York, the nation's thyroid gland.

I'm not even a little bit dead.

I move and, circling, seek myself, O center, O center, road, voyagers of the world, of the future existing beyond the seas, in my pulse-beat.

We had reached the curb when honest to God a1959 pink Cadillac convertible pulled into view. It eased up infont of us and looked like pulsating puddle of peptol bismol.

Desire is the starting point for achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

Anyway, it was big and I set up the trickiest structure. Accounts all over the world and money flying around like... The right mix of drugs and Remy Martin. Like a big whirl of light and money, pulsating like it was alive, like one of those glowing jellyfish things deep in the ocean." His voice softened and the distance that was always between Mickey and the world melted away as he spoke. I had the first glimpse into what passed for Mickey's soul: a love for illegal mathematics.

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

Anche oggi tempo splendido, una di quelle gloriose giornate della Sierra in cui ci si sente come dissolti, assorbiti, spinti innanzi pulsanti, non si sa dove. La vita non pare né lunga né breve, non ci si preoccupa di risparmiare tempo o di affrettarsi più di quanto facciano alberi e stelle. Questa è la vera libertà, un buon surrogato mortale dell'immortalità.