Quotes About Heartbeat

Your heartbeat sounded ferocious when we saw that slide. Fiery, intense and deep…a melody of wrath.

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

The enormity of this experience combined with the heartbeat and the crescendo of sound from its ceaseless writing to fill me up until I had no room left. This moment, which I might have been waiting for my entire life all unknowing—this moment of an encounter with the most beautiful, the most terrible thing I might ever experience—was beyond me.

the tower was breathing. The tower breathed, and the walls when I went to touch them carried the echo of a heartbeat Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and they were not made of stone but of living tissue

I need music. It's like my heartbeat, so to speak. It keeps me going no matter what's going on - bad games, press, whatever!

Death is lighter than a feather. Death arrives in a heartbeat, no more tangible than a flicker of light. It has no weight, no substance.

Do you ever think about the rocks? he said. How does that go? Maybe they are alive and their hearts beat once every thousand years and they only need to take a breath every five hundred.

This note about anatomy from me to you is for the remembering that after you speak after you shout your open mouth will breathe in the light for which you've hungered and your backbone will unfurl, until you can again dance to the beat of your steadfast heart.

Like rain drops dripping on the floor like a thousand drumists beating those drums repeatedly, My blood runs through my veins ninety nine point nine metres per second when i think of you.

I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. "Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?" "Terrified," he replies with a smile.

Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm of your life. It's the expression in time and movement,in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.

Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that's what we are.

Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythym of your life.

It's a city that has its own heartbeat. I just can't believe how many people there are, how crowded it is, how sophisticated everyone looks.

Bailamos lento y me alegré de que la música estuviese tan alta, porque así él no podría oír el latido de mi corazón.

Sometimes I like you so much I can't stand it. It fills up inside me, all the way to the brim, and I feel like I could overflow. I like you so much I don't know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I'm going to see you again. And then, when you look at me the way you do, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Soccer is best experienced as sport cloaked in spectacle and secular religion, and for the first time, Americans on a large scale felt - if only fleetingly, in a sanitized, hooligan-free, sample-sized container - the rosary clutch, the chest ache, that makes this game the athletic heartbeat of nearly every other country of the world.

Sus corazones enamorados palpitan al ritmo de la brisa, al ritmo del minuto, que aún, no ha terminado.

When we love each other we are immortal and indestructible like the heartbeat and the rain and the wind.

Life is a disease, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

Die Stadt, leise schwimmend im späten Mondlicht und dem Sausen der Automobilmotoren. Häuserreihen, lang, endlos sich dehnend, Fensterreihen, und hinter sie gepackt Bündel von Schicksalen, straßenweit. Herzklopfen von Millionen Menschen, unaufhörliches Herzklopfen, wie von einem millionenfältigen Motor, langsam, langsam die Straße des Lebens entlang, mit jedem Klopfen einen geringen Millimeter näher dem Tode zu.

Most people live under the misconception that it takes a long time to change. This is not true. It can take a long time to prepare to change or to decide to change or even to want to change. Change itself, however, happens in a heartbeat.

Any processed chicken from any place - I'll order it in a heartbeat. I'm very picky about my pork, though.

The pathologist glanced at me. "I told you," he said. "All the drama was after he was dead. No heartbeat, no blood pressure, no circulation, therefore no swelling and no contusions. Not much bleeding either. It was just leaking out by gravity. If he'd been alive when they cut him, it would have been running like a river.