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1. "Now i am going to sleep..Hoping to see you there in the unreal world..Hoping to live my moments in there with you..But when i return back to reality i realise that was unreal and you are not here..you are so far away..still the beatings of my heart reminds of you..your touch..your kiss..your everything..such a faith and such a power bears only true love..you are far far away but you are out there..and with your mind and heart filled with the exactly same thoughts as mine..this thought is my oxygen..knowing that you are there for me and i shall see you one day..this thought keeps me shining like the sun..O God! never take this away from me..this thought..for which i can cut my own head and step on it..though it will be so a cheap price for what i ask..they say love is temporary madness curable by marriage..i realised with you love is a permanent madness curable by nothing..nothing at all..and then is when it becomes true..and tends to end never.."
Author: Ajunivy_love
2. "Poems are bullshit unless they areteeth or trees or lemons piledon a step. Or black ladies dyingof men leaving nickel heartsbeating them down. Fuck poemsand they are useful, wd they shootcome at you, love what you are,breathe like wrestlers, or shudderstrangely after pissing. We want livewords of the hip world live flesh &coursing blood. Hearts BrainsSouls splintering fire. We want poemslike fists beating niggers out of Jocksor dagger poems in the slimy belliesof the owner-jews. Black poems tosmear on girdlemamma mulatto bitcheswhose brains are red jelly stuckbetween ‘lizabeth taylor's toes. StinkingWhores! we want "poems that kill."
Author: Amiri Baraka
3. "It is not man who is the enemy of the human species. It is the irrational; it is the spiritual when it is divorced from the material; from the lesson in one beating heart or one bleeding vein."
Author: Anne Rice
4. "When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it."
Author: Boris Pasternak
5. "Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer- nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the supersensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited- waited with beating heart."
Author: Bram Stoker
6. "Myself, I love the woods. I love the wild places. Ask me where I'd go for a vacation and it invariably involves the open country. Ask me where I'd live, however, and it would always be in the center, in the beating heart of a city."
Author: C.J. Cherryh
7. "Then he smiles at me and my heart starts beating harder, which I'm ashamed to admit, but it's true. Hearts betray you like that. This is why it's perfectly acceptable to be cardiophobic, afraid of hearts."
Author: Carrie Jones
8. "A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!"
Author: Charles Dickens
9. "Inhale when I inhale. Exhale when I exhale. Breathe with me,for two beating hearts breathing one breath together become one."
Author: Christina Westover
10. "And why is it that time speeds and slows depending on your attendance? I'd like a steady clock, a reliable clock, isolated from the progressive beating of my heart."
Author: Coco J. Ginger
11. "You could be the ugliest, nastiest most miserable piece of shit known to man, but if you had a beating heart there was always a chance you'd turn into a diamond after a million years."
Author: Conrad Williams
12. "Oh, God don't let me hurt him.Am I really doing this? Here? Is this real?We're in the middle of nowhere. No one is going to find us. Even the fire has gone out.He's dead. I'm just beating on his body.My arms hurt. How can my arms hurt now? Blake. I can't. I can't be here without you.I've got to be positive. I have to know he'll make it.We're going to grow old together, Blake. We're going to hold hands and kiss.I'm giving you all my energy. All this love and hope. It's going from my heart to yours, through my hands.Feel it, Blake. Feel it.I love you so much. I'm going to love you forever. Can you feel that, Blake?Am I imagining that? Your skin?Blake! Blake, your skin! It's just like glass, Blake. You're really sparkling. I can see it. I can really see it. Your skin is amazing!You're glistening, Blake. I'll never stop. I'll never stop."
Author: Debra Anastasia
13. "Two chemicals called actin and myosin evolved eons ago to allow the muscles in insect wings to contract and relax. Thus, insects learned to fly. When one of those paired molecules are absent, wings will grow but they cannot flap and are therefore useless. Today, the same two proteins are responsible for the beating of the human heart, and when one is absent, the person's heartbeat is inefficient and weak, ultimately leading to heart failure.Again, science marvels at the way molecules adapt over millions of years, but isn't there a deeper intent? In our hearts, we feel the impulse to fly, to break free of boundaries. Isn't that the same impulse nature expressed when insects began to take flight? The prolactin that generates milk in a mother's breast is unchanged from the prolactin that sends salmon upstream to breed, enabling them to cross from saltwater to fresh."
Author: Deepak Chopra
14. "Love is a soft whisper coming from the beating one's heart. It's gentle rhythm gives you a feeling of ecstasy you cannot readily fathom for it's not easily defined nor there are finite reasons as to why it is felt by someone."
Author: Elizabeth E. Castillo
15. "She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed, in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go see her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother's calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out in the sleeping street."
Author: Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
16. "Eve continued with the inexorable process of dying, Zoe spent too much time with her grandparents, and Denny and I worked at slowing the beating of our hearts so we wouldn't feel so much pain."
Author: Garth Stein
17. "The planet Venus, a circle of silver in a green sky, pierced the edge of the evening while the wintry woods darkened about me and in the stillness the regular sound of my footsteps striking the pavement was like a the rhythmic beating of a giant stone heart."
Author: Gore Vidal
18. "Seeming utterly fragile and vulnerable, the silhouette pulsed almost imperceptibly with the beating of her heart or the motions of her inner heart, as if she were whispering soundless words to the darkness."
Author: Haruki Murakami
19. "When a writer writes, it's as if she holds the sides of her chest apart, exposes her beating heart. And even though everything wants to heal, to close over and protect the heart, the writer must keep it bare, exposed."
Author: Helen Humphreys
20. "I stared hard at the sheep, trying to see if I could view the movement of its blood through its skin, or sense the beating of its heart, or see the aura of its warmth glowing against the night. It stared back at me, looking resolutely like an ordinary sheep. I guess I wasn't that sort of vampire. Or maybe sheep didn't have auras."
Author: Helen Keeble
21. "I chanced the chest and the slow-beating heart. The quick compulsion of my will was rewarded. I no longer had chest nor heart. I was only a mind, a soul, a consciousness—call it what you will—incorporate in a nebulous brain that, while it still centered inside my skull, was expanded, and was continuing to expand, beyond my skull."
Author: Jack London
22. "Give me faith, Lord, to know Your Presence as surely as I know the beating of my own heart. I've felt so far from You...."
Author: Jan Karon
23. "His eyes were a warm brown, gentle but intense. "You know...I never gave you a good-bye kiss."It was hard to breathe. "Oh. That's right.""I was supposed to do that so you wouldn't be lying." ...He leaned toward me gradually, as though giving me time to change my mind. I shut my eyes and let his lips come down on mine. Hudson wasn't in a hurry to say good-bye. The kiss was slow, caressing. All the bumps of the road and the sway of the carriage seemed to fade away, replaced by the beating of my heart. I didn't remember putting my free hand around his neck, but it was there somehow, twining through his hair. His arm moved from the back of the seat to my shoulders. I liked the feel of his arm around me. I felt enveloped, cared for. When he lifted his head from mine, my mind was spinning. I blinked at him. "Well, you certainly have a way with good-byes."
Author: Janette Rallison
24. "Guys can smell desperation. It triggers an instinct in them to run far and fast so they aren't around when a woman starts peeling apart her heart. They know she'll ask for help in putting it back together the right way - intact and beating correctly - and they dread the thought of puzzling over layers that they can't understand, let alone rebuild. They'd rather just not get blood on their hands.But sharks are different. They smell the blood of desperation and circle in. They whisper into a girl's ear, "I'll make it better. I'll make you forget all about your pain."Sharks do this by eating your heart, but they never mention this beforehand. That is the thing about sharks."
Author: Janette Rallison
25. "So you're just here—" "For a couple of days," she said, ducking her head. "To see you." He smiled. "Really?"She nodded, wincing already, and he understood why; he knew better than anyone how it sounded, realized how crazy it was to fly halfway around the world to see a person you hardly knew. But he also knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. "Me too," he said, moving close so that there was only the rustle of clothing and limbs and beating hearts as he looped an arm over her shoulder. "I only came to see you."
Author: Jennifer E. Smith
26. "It. He remembered learning, the first time he was at sea, about how whales and dolphins swam close to the surface of the water, how they emerged to draw air into their lungs, each breath a conscious act. He drew breath through his nostrils, hoping this essential function, as faithful as the beating of his heart, might release him for a few hours. His eyes were closed, but his mind was unblinking. It was like this now since the news of Richard's death: a disproportionate awareness of being alive. He yearned for the deep and continuous sleep that refused to accommodate him. A release from the nightly torment that took place in his bed. When he was younger wakefulness would not have troubled him; he would have taken advantage of the extra hours to read an article, or step outside to look at the stars."
Author: Jhumpa Lahiri
27. "Evening Concert, Sainte-Chapelle" The celebrated windows flamed with lightdirectly pouring north across the Seine;we rustled into place. Then violinsvaunting Vivaldi's strident strength, then Brahms,seemed to suck with their passionate sweetness,bit by bit, the vigor from the red,the blazing blue, so that the listening eyesaw suddenly the thick black lines, in shapesof shield and cross and strut and brace, that heldthe holy glowing fantasy together.The music surged; the glow became a milk,a whisper to the eye, a glimmer ebbeduntil our beating hearts, our violinswere cased in thin but solid sheets of lead."
Author: John Updike
28. "We stick together from now on." He spoke quietly, but he stared me right in the eye as he said it. Be still, my beating heart."
Author: Jordan Castillo Price
29. "The vision seemed to enter the house with me—the stretcher, the phantom-bearers, the wild crowd of obedient worshippers, the gloom of the forests, the glitter of the reach between the murky bends, the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart—the heart of a conquering darkness."
Author: Joseph Conrad
30. "He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath."
Author: Juliet Marillier
31. "One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life."
Author: Kōbō Abe
32. "As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her."
Author: Kristin Hannah
33. "Wrap yourself in the sheets tightly. Feel that? Those are my arms around your waist, my head against yours and my heart beating in time with the thunder of your heart. I'm there baby. Maybe not in body but I am there with you constantly. You carry my heart on your sleeve Layla and it keeps me close to you. No matter where I am, however far apart we are, I carry you with me. You are never too far for my heart. We're bound together."
Author: Marie Coulson
34. "Love, love, love, says Percy.And hurry as fast as you canalong the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.Then, go to sleep.Give up your body heat, your beating heart.Then, trust."
Author: Mary Oliver
35. "Keep making noise, I prayed, laughing. Bang drums. Clamor and ring bells for I cannot stand to hear the tired beating of this almost heart."
Author: Meg Howrey
36. "It's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle."
Author: Meg Rosoff
37. "She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his."
Author: Melina Marchetta
38. "The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names."
Author: Neil Gaiman
39. "I'll give you something to cry about!! Hell, no need to get up I'm doing a good job of bawling my eyes out now. It could be that having one of the spokes from my ten speed pierce my thigh depressed me because now that tire will wobble. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Cry sooner because you'll stop quicker?" **SMACK** "Can I go for best three out of five?" ** SMACK** **SMACK** "I'm only beating you because I care!!" "Lucky me, I couldn't have been raised by a heartless bitch?" **SMACK!!** "I think I'm beginning to feel the love now…"
Author: Neil Leckman
40. "Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:then time returns to the shell.In the mirror it's Sunday,in dream there is room for sleeping,our mouths speak the truth.My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:we look at each other,we exchange dark words,we love each other like poppy and recollection,we sleep like wine in the conches,like the sea in the moon's blood ray.We stand by the window embracing, and people look up fromthe street:it is time they knew!It is time the stone made an effort to flower,time unrest had a beating heart.It is time it were time.It is time."
Author: Paul Celan
41. "The grass whispered under his body. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. The wind sighed over his shelled ears. The world slipped bright over the glassy round of his eyeballs like images sparked in a crystal sphere. Flowers were sun and fiery spots of sky strewn through the woodland. Birds flickered like skipped stones across the vast inverted pond of heaven. His breath raked over his teeth, going in ice, coming out fire. Insects shocked the air with electric clearness. Ten thousand individual hairs grew a millionth of an inch on his head. He heard the twin hearts beating in each ear, the third heart beating in his throat, the two hearts throbbing his wrists, the real heart pounding his chest. The million pores on his body opened. I'm really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don't remember!"
Author: Ray Bradbury
42. "She delivered a vicious blow, penetrating his rib cage, and withdrew her hand — with the ninja's still-beating heart in it. As all but Lady Catherine turned away in disgust, Elizabeth took a bite, letting the blood run down her chin and onto her sparring gown. "Curious," said Elizabeth, still chewing. "I have tasted many a heart, but I dare say, I find the Japanese ones a bit tender."Her ladyship left the dojo without giving compliment to Elizabeth's skills."
Author: Seth Grahame Smith
43. "?''Your heart is either beating or it's not, your heart never forgets. As long as your heart is beating follow it, it will always stay true to you."
Author: Shawn Kirsten Maravel
44. "I am, as it were, the created creating—a paradox, for all its rhetorical trappings, at the beating heart of our shared human journey, and one I invite you to struggle with just as I have while, day in and day out, word by word and line by line, constructing a fictitious autobiography for myself in these pages."
Author: Sol Luckman
45. "She had never paid much attention to the heart beating in her own chest. As she watched the pattern traced by Korsak's, she became aware of her own pulse. She had always taken her heartbeat for granted, and she wondered what it would be like, to hang on every beat, fearful that the next might not come. That the throb of life in her chest would suddenly go still."
Author: Tess Gerritsen
46. "She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen, my daughter knew how to scream. She knew how to make herself heard. She knew how to reach out and latch on. She knew what she needed to do to survive. I didn't know how it was possible that such perfection could have developed within a body as flawed as my own, but when I looked into her face, I saw that it clearly was."
Author: Vanessa Diffenbaugh
47. "For God's sake, Stiff," he says. "You don't have to follow me," I say staring at the maze of bars above me. I shove my foot onto the place where two bars cross and push myself up, grabbing another bar in the process. I sway for a second, my heart beating so hard I can't feel anything else. Every thought I have condenses into that heartbeat, moving at the same rhythm. "Yes, I do," he says."
Author: Veronica Roth
48. "It is in Paris that the beating of Europe's heart is felt. Paris is the city of cities."
Author: Victor Hugo
49. "THE WILD ROSE" – BY WENDELL BERRYSometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritualI live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart.Suddenly you flare again in my sightA wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was onlyshadeAnd I am blessed and choose again,That which I chose before."
Author: Wendell Berry
50. "He'd [Cork] learned early not to invest a lot of emotion in thinking about the truth in a crime. As a cop, he'd gathered evidfence that had been used to guess at the truth, but in the end responsibility for assembling the pieces and nailing truth to the wall was in the hands of others - lawyers, judges, and juries. Truth became a democratic process, the will of twelve. He'd been burned when he cared too deeply. As a result, he'd trained himself to remain a little distant in his emotional involvement on a case. In the end, the outcome was out of his hands, and to allow himself to believe too strongly in the absoluteness of a thing he couldn't control was useless. He felt different now. Desperate in a way. This time he had to hold the truth in his own hands like a beating heart."
Author: William Kent Krueger

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