Quotes About Pulse

I can't hear rhythm.

I do have a little rhythm.

The heart of a music is its rhythm. The heart of rhythm section music is the rhythm.

I want to live. I want to feel the pulse of life. That excitement that brings both pleasure and terror. I want to feel joy, even at the risk of sadness.

What I need, as a reader, is a character with a heart and a voice and a pulse. I need a character so vivid and so specific that she doesn't feel like fiction.

The core of all the music I love is a good bass line and a good rhythm.

The world is filled with reasons to be downcast. But deeper than sorrow thrums the unbroken pulse of God's joy, a joy that will yet have its eternal day. To set our hearts on this joy reminds us that we can choose how we respond to any particular moment. We can search for God in all circumstances, or not. We can seek the pulse of hope and celebration because it is God's reality.

I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be changed by Take the word of my pulse, loving and ordinary Send out your signals, hoist your dark scribbled flags but take my hand

Perhaps of all the most basic elements of music, rhythm most directly affects our central nervous system.

Repetition is based on body rhythms, so we identify with the heartbeat, or with walking, or with breathing.

Sometimes I need a boost, and I go for something that's a little bit more intense and a bigger beat.

The blows of his heart might jar him loose, crash him down, but he was glad to hear them, know himself alive.

A poem should stimulate the sense of living and of being alive.

And suddenly, strength and life charge me like a bull and the tide of life surrounds the taste bud of the morne, and all the veins and veinlets busy themselves with new blood, and the enormous lung of the cyclones breathes and the hoarded fire of volcanoes and the gigantic seismic pulse now beats the measure of a body alive in my firm blazing.

Boom. Boom. You might think of a heartbeat—your own. A child's. Someone else's. Or something's heart. And in that slowdown, you might think it's a kind of love. And you'd be right.

The flare-watch in East Nekhebet had picked up an energy pulse, much brighter than anything seen previously. Briefly, there was the worrying possibility that Delta Pavonis was about to repeat the flare which had wiped out the Amarantin: the vast coronal mass ejection known as the Event. But closer examination revealed that the flare did not originate from the star, but rather from something several light-hours beyond it, on the edge of the system.

I'm all about cardio and high-intensity music... Anything with music, really.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.

All around us, Karachi kept moving

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?

There is music wherever there is rhythm, as there is life wherever there beats a pulse.

Hope is the music of the whole Bible, the heartbeat, the pulse and the atmosphere of the whole Bible.

Music should be something that makes you gotta move, inside or outside.