Heart Beat Quotes
Quotes tagged as "heart-beat"
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“Let us not hate or kill time, but embrace and escort it as a brother in arms, without nostalgia or strain. If we follow the beat of our heart and channel the timeliness of our expectations, we can detach ourselves from greed with its tempting voices whispering "more and more" all the time. ("Swim or sink")”
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“When you become aware of your heart, you want it to stop beating. You need a break from the constant rhythm, a rest.”
― I'm Thinking of Ending Things
― I'm Thinking of Ending Things
“Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.”
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“These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.”
― Write like no one is reading
― Write like no one is reading
“My heart beats so hard, I feel like I have an earthquake inside of me. It's weighing me down and my hands shake with the need of safety and comfort.”
― Better to be able to love than to be loveable
― Better to be able to love than to be loveable
“Don't be afraid to let your heart beat strong and loud in a room full of silence. Your heart beats for a reason, woman!”
― thread, this wordweaver must!
― thread, this wordweaver must!
“What about television?" a young man asked.
"It's an octopus. It's no longer just a little box, it's the Love Machine."
"Why the Love Machine?" a reporter asked.
"Because it sells love. It creates love. Presidents are chosen by their appeal on that little box. It's turned politicians into movie stars and movie stars into politicians. It can you engaged if you use a certain mouthwash. It claims you'll have women hanging on your coattails if you use a certain hair cream. It tells the kids to eat their cereal if they want to be like their baseball idol. But like all great lovers, the Love Machine is a fickle bastard. It has great magnetism--but it has no heart. In place of a heart beats a Nielsen rating. And when the Nielsen falters, the program dies. It's the pulse and heart of the twentieth century--The Love Machine.”
― The Love Machine
"It's an octopus. It's no longer just a little box, it's the Love Machine."
"Why the Love Machine?" a reporter asked.
"Because it sells love. It creates love. Presidents are chosen by their appeal on that little box. It's turned politicians into movie stars and movie stars into politicians. It can you engaged if you use a certain mouthwash. It claims you'll have women hanging on your coattails if you use a certain hair cream. It tells the kids to eat their cereal if they want to be like their baseball idol. But like all great lovers, the Love Machine is a fickle bastard. It has great magnetism--but it has no heart. In place of a heart beats a Nielsen rating. And when the Nielsen falters, the program dies. It's the pulse and heart of the twentieth century--The Love Machine.”
― The Love Machine
“I love listening to the sound of your heart beating, the comforting memory of a cuddling womb.”
― Lost in a Quatrain
― Lost in a Quatrain
“Her eyes were the brown of a fawn's coat. And he could have sworn something sparked in them as she met his gaze.
'Who are you?'
He knew without demanding clarification that she was aware of what he was to her.
'I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.'
And a whole lot of nothing.
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For a long moment, Elain's face did not shift, but those eyes seemed to focus a bit more. 'Lucien,' she said at last, and he clenched his teacup to keep from shuddering at the sound of his name on her mouth. 'From my sister's stories. Her friend.'
'Yes.'
But Elain blinked slowly. 'You were in Hybern.'
'Yes.' It was all he could say.
'You betrayed us.'
He wished she'd shoved him out the window behind her. 'It- it was a mistake.'
Her eyes were frank and cold. 'I was to be married in a few days.'
He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who'd claimed her and shred him apart. The words were a rasp as he instead said, 'I know. I'm sorry.'
She did not love him, want him, need him. Another male's bride.
A mortal man's wife. Or she would have been.
She looked away- toward the windows. 'I can hear your heart,' she said quietly.
He wasn't sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth.
'When I sleep,' she murmured, 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. 'Can you hear mine?'
He wasn't sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, 'No, lady. I cannot.'
Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. 'No one ever does. No one ever looked- not really.' A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. 'He did. He saw me. He will not now.”
― A Court of Wings and Ruin
'Who are you?'
He knew without demanding clarification that she was aware of what he was to her.
'I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.'
And a whole lot of nothing.
...
For a long moment, Elain's face did not shift, but those eyes seemed to focus a bit more. 'Lucien,' she said at last, and he clenched his teacup to keep from shuddering at the sound of his name on her mouth. 'From my sister's stories. Her friend.'
'Yes.'
But Elain blinked slowly. 'You were in Hybern.'
'Yes.' It was all he could say.
'You betrayed us.'
He wished she'd shoved him out the window behind her. 'It- it was a mistake.'
Her eyes were frank and cold. 'I was to be married in a few days.'
He fought against the bristling rage, the irrational urge to find the male who'd claimed her and shred him apart. The words were a rasp as he instead said, 'I know. I'm sorry.'
She did not love him, want him, need him. Another male's bride.
A mortal man's wife. Or she would have been.
She looked away- toward the windows. 'I can hear your heart,' she said quietly.
He wasn't sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth.
'When I sleep,' she murmured, 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. 'Can you hear mine?'
He wasn't sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, 'No, lady. I cannot.'
Her too-thin shoulders seemed to curve inward. 'No one ever does. No one ever looked- not really.' A bramble of words. Her voice strained to a whisper. 'He did. He saw me. He will not now.”
― A Court of Wings and Ruin
“He asked me for a light to light his cigarette, and by reason of unaware, it is he that really gave light to me, made me realize how much alike we all are, breathing the same air, beating the same red blood, separated through some fortune and shame in the way of humanity.”
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“I wish I were the only memory that makes your heart skip a beat and a smile bloom across your face, the one you hold close and treasure even amidst the vast collection of your past.”
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