Quotes of: Beats Keyword

If you don't think you have any blessings in your life...always remember that you're alive and your heart is still beating . That itself is a miracle.

Bullying Ben: How Benjamin Franklin Overcame Bullying

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

The reason we race isn't so much to beat each other, he understood, but to be with each other.

Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen

He looked at me with such raw need that my heart skipped a beat. He licked his lips and slowly lowered his head to mine. Does it even matter if he only wants me for my blood?

Blood of the Son

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980

I was always fast; I was always racing guys that were older than me and beating them, so I always had speed. I was able to make good cuts at a young age, on the side of the house with my dad, going through different plays, working on cuts and stuff l...

Adrian Peterson

Beauty - what is beauty, forsooth? Form and color; that is, surface only. Fortune - what is fortune? Nothing is ever a pleasure or a real profit to him who has to labour for it. Truth - you die in the pursuit, and the sea beats the beach as it did a ...

Richard Jefferies

He was going to punish me now. He couldn't beat me up with his old man fists, but he could hurt me with his old man words.

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Valek coalesced from the shadows and wrapped me in his long lean arms. I soaked in his musky smell, listening to his heart beat. Strong and steady. No indication that he had been sneaking around.

Ice Study

Some day, my son, you are going to learn that the two greatest joys of being a man are beating the hell out of someone and getting the hell beaten out of you, good night.

I wanderers

The scar on my chest, the beating of my heart, and the mountains that fostered my appreciation for the cold, hard, natural world—these were the few things that mattered.

Right-Hearted: Finding What's Right With a Wrong-Sided Heart

He laughed in exultation as he came upon the house, the rush of his full power better than any human drug, the joy of its unfettered release expanding his heart with every beat, gorging his lungs with every breath.

Raphael

Identify yourself,” Colleen demanded. “I’ve got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink. I’ve got a black belt,” she lied frantically, “and…and…a gun. A big one.” - Colleen O’Brien

Rogue on the Rollaway

The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.

The Secret Life of Bees:

And she loved the way he made her feel, the way her heart beat when he was near, the electricity she felt at his touch, and the nervous butterflies he always caused in her stomach.

The Soul's Mark: FOUND

My pulses quicken. The thunderous sound of my heart beating fills my eardrums. I’m jealous of a dead girl. Why? Because I think I’m in love with her boyfriend.

My Cup of Tea: Summer of Love

Our time together was a blur—not because I was drunk, which I was, but because our love was like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings.


My love can only occupy one person at a time

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

New York to Dallas

A novel rough draft is like bread dough; you need to beat the crap out of it for it to rise.

No Plot? No Problem!: A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

Nineteen Minutes

You made it clear you did not want to discuss the past with him. I followed through on your request.” “By beating him senseless?” Calisto looked at Tom, then back to her. “Perhaps he never had any sense to begin with.

Night Walker