Quotes About Pulse

The strangeness began as a prickling of my skin. First the quail went silent, then the dove. The leaves stilled, and the breeze died, and no animals moved in the brush. There was a quality to the silence like a held breath. Like the rabbit beneath the hawk's shadow. I could feel my pulse striking my skin.

My heart beats as much as I can breathe.

A prímek listája a szívverés a matematikában, de mintha egy er?s koffeinkeverék szabálytalanná tenné ezt a lüktetést.

The pulse of intention does not move so that one Can see it, and moral machinery is not labelled, but The future of time is determined by the power of volition.

Far from being a pack of baying butchers,critics sometimes have a perverse habit of tending to the sick and wounded on the cinematic field of battle, rushing in where angels fear to tread, even when the patient is clearly without a pulse.

Even when choosing stillness we are still moving, our hearts beating, breath flowing, all our systems at work.

It's not that comedy has changed in terms of what's funny. For me, it's changed in that sometimes I don't feel my finger is on the pulse.

Life is the true revealer: I can never understand the whole by reason, only when the heart-beat of the whole throbs through me as the pulse of my own being.

These children, the spirited ones, when surprised or faced with a potential threat startle more easily, their pulse races, blood pressure rises, stress hormones flood into their systems, and on an EEG, their brain even shows more activity on the right side.

You cannot explain, with the limitations of language and inexperience, why your body can cause such a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about your body, explain the thrum it feels in proximity to another warm-skinned form. What you feel is a tangle of contradictions: power, pleasure, fear, shame, exultation, some strange wish to make noise. You cannot say how those things knit themselves together somewhere in the lower abdomen and pulse.

Ba-bump—ba-bump—ba-bump—ba-bump

ta-TUM, ta-TUM, ta-TUM, ta-TUM, ta-TUM

bum-de-bum-de-bum-de-bum;

Every exhalation is an expulsion of some part of our finite store of life, and also a sigh of relief that the grave is closer by one tedious, depressing pulse...Each time we breathe, we fear that it's our last breath and it will chill us all the way to the void.

But it only makes visible a darkness that's already there. Maybe eating it like that…" She looked at Deenie, her voice like a pulse in Deenie's brain. "Maybe you bring the darkness inside you. Maybe Lise has it inside her now.

am caught in such a net of ties here." Again she almost revealed her secret: "if ever you know of my life here, I think you will only wonder at the constancy with which I have sustained myself." But she would not. "Meanwhile, love me all you can; let me feel, that, amid the fearful agitations of the world, there are pure hands, with healthful, even pulse, stretched out toward me, if I claim their grasp.

My wit is often characterized as being Jewish comedy. Occasionally, that's true. But for the most part to characterize my humor as purely Jewish humor is not accurate. It's really New York humor. New York humor is not just Jewish humor. It has a certain rhythm. It has a certain intensity and a certain pulse.

The former Dark King's eyes closed again; his chest did not appear to rise. Niall reached out and put a hand on the injured faery's chest. "Irial!" "Still here." Irial didn't open his eyes, but he smiled a little. "You're an ass," Niall said, but he kept his hand on Irial's chest so that he could feel both pulse and breath. "You too, Gancanagh," Irial murmured.

What we provide is an atmosphere... of orchestrated pulse which works on people in a subliminal way. Under its influence I've seen shy debs and severe dowagers kick off their shoes and raise some wholesome hell.

As an audience member, those studio films are fun. I like an adventure tale, and I also like to go see something that has more of a social pulse. I like to keep learning and trying new things. And if the scripts are good, it doesn't really matter.

From the moment the doors of a hospital open for the first time and the first patient is treated, the facility acquires a pulse and begins to develop a personality as unique as any individual's. It fumbles and grows, learning from its mistakes. It stretches and explores, reaching out more and more to the world around it. Its organs decay and need repair or replacement. Its moods - the collective moods of its patients and employees - grow more distinctive.

However, even the healthiest human heart skips a beat now and then, and so does music.

His hand closed around her throat. Not a threat. Just the most possessive way a predatory changeling male had of touching a woman outside of sex. "Don't say his name." He brushed his thumb across her pulse.

If it (life) is a rhythm, I have found my perfect beat!