Quotes About Pulse

In dem erfrorenen, versteinerten Körper der Stadt fühlte er ganz zu innerst sein Herz schlagen.

In other words, my pot doesn't work? It doesn't have a pulse, he says. I have a pulse. Kimmie offers her wrist. Wanna check?

Berlin is still going through a transition since the Cold War - both in what used to be East and West Berlin. I can still sense the confusion and the struggle for identity there in the streets. There's a pulse to it.

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.

Like every other means of expression, photography, if it is to be utterly honest and direct, should be related to the life of the times - the pulse of today.

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

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

An hour later, I check my Facebook page. Violet has written: "Arrange whatever pieces come your way." My skin starts to burn. She's quoting Virginia Woolf back to me. My pulse has tripled its pace. Shit, I think. That's all the Virginia Woolf I know.

The problem is that social media, which is seen as the pulse of the nation, is actually nothing of the sort. It's the pulse of the young and the idealistic.

After a few moment he reached for her wrist and felt her pulse fade to nothing, like the rumble of a receding train.

Learning stamps you with it's moments. Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady. It's a pulse.

But she was half in love with chaos... With all her yearning for the ordinary life, she was born to admire outsiders. You could see she felt enlarged by drama and trouble, by the electric pulse of things going wrong, and her vision of the easy life remained in most ways a recurring dream.

If it's a 50-seat theater, I am neurotic about whether I'm doing an honest performance. Sometimes I walk away happy enough with it. You know, it can always be better, but sometimes I'll walk away distraught, feeling like I missed the pulse of the character that evening.

The best way to express rhythm is music.

Crime takes the pulse of a culture. It tells us the truth about us as a species.

I believe it is in my nature to dance by virtue of the beat of my heart, the pulse of my blood and the music in my mind.

It's a big complex muscle, it beats and it beats, thirty million times a year. If it lasts twenty-seven hundred million beats, which is ninety years, we call it old age. If it lasts only eighteen hundred million beats, sixty years, we call it premature heart disease. We call it America's biggest health problem, but really all we're saying is sooner or later, it just stops going.

Prayer is the pulse of the renewed soul; and the constancy of its beat is the test and measure of the spiritual life.

Prayer is to the spiritual life what the beating of the pulse and the drawing of the breath are to the life of the body.

Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats.

Wrote a skeptical E. B. White: "Although you can take a nation's pulse, you can't be sure that the nation hasn't just run up a flight of stairs.")

Heath slid two fingers beneath Adrian's white neckcloth to feel his pulse. "In that case, I can state with complete confidence that he shall be all right." "Then why isn't he moving?" she asked in a distraught voice. Heath smiled. "Ask him." She looked down into a pair of hazel eyes smoldering with unholy mirth. Adrian's lean cheek pressed into the curve of her breast. A wolf, indeed.

Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath