Best 122 quotes in «heartbeat quotes» category

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

God had a heartbeat for 18-25 years old...the vast majority of whom don't have a clue why they are on this planet.

Even when I cannot see him, I can hear the beautiful gallop of God's heartbeat for humanity.

Heartbeat, why do you skip when my baby's lips meet mine?

I don't audition for "on-air" commercials - the ones where your face can be seen. I've auditioned for voiceover campaigns that I haven't gotten, but I don't really want to be seen in a commercial unless it's a product that I really love. Like, if Adidas asked me, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I did a Reebok commercial, one for Pep Boys, one for Dunkin' Donuts. I auditioned for commercials, but I really couldn't stomach it. It just didn't feel right.

Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open.

Felt my heartbeat falter, hesitate, then stumble awkwardly forward, tripping on the next beat, then the next, faster and faster until each one tumbled into the other like the drumroll of dominoes crashing together. Funny how time stands still when death is imminent.

If I could be a country music star, I'd do it in a heartbeat. I'd hit the road and just jam out.

If it came down to that, I'd protect you in a heartbeat.

If there was another Dr. Quinn movie, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

If you put two brigades on the ground right now with U.S. forces, they would push ISIS back into Syria in a heartbeat.

I knew there was only one place to go. I sank down into the center of my soul, grew still, and listened to the Rabbi's heartbeat.

If you have a heartbeat, there's still time for your dreams.

I love you,” she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. “Yep, you do.” “You’re supposed to say it back,” she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. “Why?” He scowled down at her. “You know you’re my heartbeat.

I'm a really athletic person - I'm not that coordinated, but I'm really athletic, so I would play a superhero doing my own stunts in a heartbeat. But hopefully not taking swings at people. That's not a good idea for me.

I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure that I care.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

Life is more than breath and a heartbeat; meaning and purpose are the life of life.

I think my heartbeat might be the Morse code for ‘inappropriate.’

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

Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.

Our breath, like our heartbeat, is the most reliable rhythm in our lives. When we become attuned to this constant rhythm, our breath can gradually teach us to come back to the original silence of the mind.

Perhaps the Wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silence that reminds us we live by grace.

If I have to remove one to save ten, I'll do it in a heartbeat. If I have to waterboard somebody to save a thousand people, I'll do it in a heartbeat.

Patients know in a heartbeat if they're getting a clumsy exam.

Promise to my momma I'ma make it to the Top.. So I'ma keep climbing til my heartbeat drop

The government is a heartbeat away from nationalizing health care based on deliberate misinformation about the nation's uninsured and despite the 100 percent failure rate of such fantastic reforms elsewhere on the globe.

The muse on my shoulder is very sensitive and does not abide claptrap of any kind... Only when I am totally immersed... absorbed in work... does she allow something magical to happen and I become aware of a faint heartbeat and gentle breath emanating from my brush.

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

The final heartbeat for the Christian is not the mysterious conclusion to a meaningless existence. It is, rather, the grand beginning to a life that will never end.

There is no other closeness in human life like the closeness between a mother and her baby - chronologically, physically, and spiritually they are just a few heartbeats away from being the same person.

There's a kind of ear music . . . a rhythmic synchronicity which creates a kind of heartbeat on the page.

Vulnerability is the absolute heartbeat of innovation and creativity. There can be zero innovation without vulnerability.

Together, we can bring our planet's heartbeat back.

We all have music in us - your heartbeat is your drum, your voice is your sound - and music is supposed to put you in tune with nature.

We left no doubt that we are one heartbeat And something like that is pretty hard to stop Once it gets going

Willpower is breath and heartbeat of life; Life blooms in the girdle of taut willpower.

The soundtrack in the poetry is the soundtrack from your own heartbeat.

You are in a place that has not been seen for tens of thousands of years, because it was so sealed off. There is such silence that when you hold your breath you can hear your own heartbeat. Everything is so fresh that you have the sensation that the painters have merely retreated deeper into the dark and that they are looking at you.

A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.

A great director gives life to a work of art- gives it a heartbeat… a pulse… opens its eyes to the world.

As long as I can hear the sweet melody of your words, I need not; The angel’s secret, to be whispered in my ears As long as I can lace your silky fingers round my own, I need not; Pretty diamonds, nor big cash nor gold As long as I can watch the handsome sunshine of your face, I need not; Open skies, nor snowfall, nor the rain As long as I can gaze into the emeralds of your eyes, I need not; New colors, new wings or paradise As long as I can feel the tender tickle of your breath, I need not; The drifting wind, nor its call, nor caress As long as I can feel your soft lips upon mine, I need not; Melted sugar, nor the most expensive of wines As long as I can feel your warm body close to me I need not; A blanket, nor a bonfire's luxury As long as I can see you every morning I wake, I need not; A mirror, nor a cloud, nor shade As long as I can keep you in every petal of memories I need not: Dreams, nor desires, nor fantasies And as long as I can hold you in every moment that I breathe, I need not; Oxygen, nor blood, nor heartbeats.

And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

A second later, Douglas Bruce entered. Rushing to Leslie he caught her to his breast roughly, while with a strong hand he pressed her ear against his heart. ‘Now you listen, my girl!’ he cried, ‘Listen at close range.’ Leslie remained quiet a long second, then she lifted her face: adorable misty-eyed, and tenderly smiling. ‘Douglas, I never listened to a heart before. How do I know what it is saying? I can’t tell whether it is talking about me, or protesting against the way you’ve rushed around.

Could I hold your hands for a moment, and your heart forever?

But the love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever present a s a pulse.

Charlie pulled their car out of the indoor garage, and the two of them drove together to the vet, Homer's panting loud in the back seat. As she ran her fingers through his pied coat while he stood shivering on the stainless-steel examining table, Nora realized there was no flesh between fur and bone. She kept telling herself that she was assuming the worst, but when the vet came in after the exams, the scans, she knew the news was terrible. She and Charlie held each other and cried, for Homer and for all the rest of it, as the vet gently pushed the plunger on the syringe and the dog's heart ceased to beat beneath their joined hands.

You think I'd cheat on you?" I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. "With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat.