Feel My Heartbeat Quotes

#1. For a moment, I'm captivated. He's seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard. #Quote by Lauren Hammond

#2. Tobias is standing in the hallway outside the dormitory. I am breathless, and I can feel my heartbeat even in my fingertips; I am overwhelmed, teeming with loss and wonder and anger and longing.
"Tris," Tobias says, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you all right?"
I shake my head, still struggling for air, and crush him against the wall with my body, my lips finding his. For a moment he tries to push me away, but then he must decide that he doesn't care if I'm all right, doesn't care if he's all right, doesn't care. We haven't been alone together in days. Weeks. Months.
His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep, for the rest of my life.
He leans down and kisses my throat, hard, and his hands smooth over me, securing themselves at my waist. I hook my fingers in his belt loops, my eyes closing. In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.
I hear footsteps and laughter at the end of the hallway, and we break apart. Someone--probably Uriah--whistles, but I barely hear it over the pulsing in my ears.
Tobias's eyes meet mine, and it's like the first time I really looked at him during my initiation, after my fear #Quote by Veronica Roth

#3. Okay, okay." I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so it's right over my heart. "Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?"
"Yes."
"Feel how steady it is?"
"It's fast."
"Yes, well, that has nothing to do with the box." I wince as soon as I'm done
speaking. I just admitted to something. Hopefully he doesn't realize that. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#4. 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. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#5. I can't stop myself - I reach out a hand and lay it against his knee. He tenses at the contact, but, after a few seconds, I feel his muscles relax under my fingers. He's unused to being comforted, I think to myself. Unused to the idea that someone might reach out to give rather than take, requiring nothing in return. #Quote by Julie Johnson

#6. As I make the ten-minute drive into town, I curse O'Shea for forcing this volunteer gig on me and ponder the authenticity of voodoo dolls. Eventually I decide it doesn't matter if they're real or not. It'd still be fun to poke needles into a teeny doll version of Frank O'Shea. Once it starts falling apart from all the holes, I can use the head as a stress ball.

At a red light, I shoot a quick text to my teammate Fitzy - Hey, do u know how 2 make a voodoo doll?

His response doesn't come until I reach the small arena across the street from the school.

Him: I'd think u were fcking with me, but the question is stupid enuff to feel legit. No idea how to make v-doll. Can prolly use any old doll? Challenge will be finding a voodoo witch to link it to your target.

Me: That makes sense.

Him: Does it??

Me: Voodoo implies magic, hexes, etc. I don't think any doll would work. Otherwise every doll is a v-doll, right?

Him: Right.

Me: Anyway. Thx. Thought u might know.

Him: Why the fuck would *I* know?

Me: Ur into all those fantasy role-play games. U know magic.

Him: I'm not Harry Potter, ffs.

Me: HP is a nerd. Ur a nerd. Ergo, ur a boy wizard.

He sends a middle-finger emoji, then says, Bday beers at Malone's 2nite. U still down?

Me: Yup.

Him: C U ltr #Quote by Elle Kennedy

#7. From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover. #Quote by Homer

#8. While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject labels imposed on me. #Quote by Raquel Cepeda

#9. I never feel to force my doctrine upon any person; I rejoice to see prejudice give way to truth, and the traditions of men dispersed by the pure principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ. #Quote by Joseph Smith Jr.

#10. This room is crowded, haunted by the stale breath of the living. Until now, I have been able to imagine him dead, gloriously rotting in soil, on his way to Hell, perhaps, or stuck in the mire of nothingness that catches wandering spirits. In that image I have found small degrees of warmth, a tangible explanation for not knowing my father.

I look at the picture and enlarge it with my mind. It is impossible to sleep knowing the chance exists that I might still meet him. I feel the planet spinning under me, like a whirlpool, the surface shrinking so that everything must eventually touch. I resist until it shatters. #Quote by Laurie Perez

#11. I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people. #Quote by John Lennon

#12. I had always been very rational, but I'd always used reason in such a way as to convince myself that reasoning alone would not solve anything, really. Reasoning is theoretical. Until you feel with your heart, you don't know if a thing is true. I found that book was absolutely authentic. I absolutely knew it was the truth. My whole heart accepted it. #Quote by Goswami Kriyananda

#13. My family never talks about feelings, and we certainly never talk about plutonium. It's hard to take something seriously if you can't see it, smell it, touch it, or feel it. Plutonium is a cosmic trick. The invisible enemy, the merry prankster. Can it hurt you or not? None of us know. #Quote by Kristen Iversen

#14. I feel. I feel. Strong and untouchable and capable. An exquisite glow of joy fills me up and extinguishes my anger. For this instant, I am whole again. I am not broken or empty. The shadow-self inside me that compels me to kill is silent. I am unburdened. I am complete. #Quote by Elizabeth May

#15. Now, even when I make an outfit for myself, I wonder what other people will think. The truth is that I secretly love what seems to be my own individuality, and I hope I always will, but fully embodying it is another matter. I always want everyone to think I am a good girl. Whenever I am around a lot of people, it is amazing how obsequious I can be. I fib and chatter away, saying things I don't want to or mean in any way. I feel like it is to my advantage to do so. I hate it. I hope for a revolution in ethics and morals. Then, my obsequiousness and this need to plod through life according to others' expectations would simply dissolve. Oh, #Quote by Osamu Dazai

#16. There are only a few reasons why Delores Warren would want to talk to me at this point in my life. None of them are pleasant.
I motion toward my office. "Come on in."
This is how it must feel to invite a vampire into your house. #Quote by Emma Chase

#17. It's not always so great to be objectified, but I don't feel I have much of a choice right now. I'm young in my career. I know I have to strike when the iron is hot. #Quote by Jessica Alba

#18. A stationary sense . . . as, I suppose,
I shall have, till my single body grows
Inaccurate, tired;
Then I shall start to feel the backward pull
Take over, sickening and masterful -
Some say, desired.

And this must be the prime of life . . . I blink,
As if at pain; for it is pain, to think
This pantomime
Of compensating act and counter-act,
Defeat and counterfeit, makes up, in fact,
My ablest time.

- Maturity #Quote by Philip Larkin

#19. I glance at the house, dark and empty. "Am I my sister's keeper?" I say. Then I grin at her. "If you feel like waiting, you can come up and see my etchings. #Quote by Jodi Picoult

#20. We found out that Chris would be deploying very soon after Bubba was due. I was so thrilled about being a mother that doing it on my own for six months or so didn't scare me. The fact that Chris wouldn't be there to share his early days weighed on my heart, but otherwise I was confident and ready.
Right? You may suspect where this is going.
I planned to stay out on maternity leave as long as possible, then get some help once I had to go back to work.
I remained on the job until a couple of weeks before my due date. I was as big as a house and twice as hungry. Bubba-Chris's nickname for our son-would move around every so often. Like most moms-to-be, I wanted to share the sensation with my husband. And like many fathers-to-be, Chris was just a little nervous about that.
"He's moving," I'd tell Chris. "Want to feel?"
"No, no, I'm good."
Here's a guy who is totally calm under fire, who can deal with all sorts of difficult physical situations, to say nothing of severe wounds-but put a pregnant belly in front of him and he turns to timid mush.
Men.
"I don't know what that thing is," he said, trying to explain his squeamishness. "When the baby's born, that's my baby."
There's a reason women are the ones who have the babies. Though I will admit that seeing my stomach move and poke out on its own did remind me of the movie Alien. #Quote by Taya Kyle

#21. My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again. #Quote by V.C. Andrews

#22. But very often (too often, to my taste) I have been photographed and knew it. Now, once I feel myself observed by the lens, everything changes: I constitute myself in the process of "posing". I instantaneously make another body for myself, I transform myself in advance into an image. This transformation is an active one: I feel that the Photograph creates my body or mortifies it, according to its caprice (...). #Quote by Roland Barthes

#23. You would think no harm in a child's caressing a large dog, even if he was black; but a creature that can think, and reason, and feel, and is immortal, you shudder at; confess it, cousin. I know the feeling among some of you northerners well enough. Not that there is a particle of virtue in our not having it; but custom with us does what Christianity ought to do, - obliterates the feeling of personal prejudice. I have often noticed, in my travels north, how much stronger this was with you than with us. You loathe them as you would a snake or a toad, yet you are indignant at their wrongs. You would not have them abused; but you don't want to have anything to do with them yourselves. You would send them to Africa, out of your sight and smell, and then send a missionary or two to do up all the self-denial of elevating them compendiously. Isn't that it?" "Well, cousin," said Miss Ophelia, thoughtfully, "there may be some truth in this. #Quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe

#24. I feel better in my mind when I work out. It makes everything better. #Quote by Keri Russell

#25. I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me, those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in front, to see my son, and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond.
And their eyes were my eyes.
As I felt, so they had felt, and were to feel, as then, so now, as tomorrow and forever. Then I was not afraid, for I was in a long line that had no beginning, and no end, and the hand of his father grasped my father's hand, and his hand was in mine, and my unborn son took my right hand, and all, up and down the line stretched from Time That Was, to Time That Is, and is not yet, raised their hands to show the link, and we found that we were one, born of Woman, Son of Man, had in the Image, fashioned in the Womb by the Will of God, the eternal Father.
I was one of them, they were of me, and in me, and I in all of them. #Quote by Richard Llewellyn

#26. [My] interest as a writer is not in reflecting actual human speech, which, of course, does not occur in sentences and is totally undiagrammable ... My interest is in trying to reflect the reality of experience-how we feel when we talk to each other, how we feel when we're engaging with questions that interest us. #Quote by John Green

#27. The thing is," I said, "that to be what I am, I need to feel the way I do about you. No matter how you feel about me."

"I feel good about you," she said. "I do love you, you know."

"Yeah. But even if you didn't. The way I feel about you is my problem, not yours. And it's absolute. It can't be compromised. It could exist without you."

"Dead or alive," Susan said. In her face was that quality of serious amusement that so often invested her. #Quote by Robert B. Parker

#28. So either I help you or I'm on my own?" With no way to get to Lambert. No way to stop the rage inside. No way to feel remotely normal again.
"That's the choice," she said. #Quote by Erin Kellison

#29. The person who discovered my modest abilities was, of course, a sorcerer,
whom I met by accident,' continued Vilgefortz calmly. 'He offered me a tremen-
dous gift: the chance of an education and of self-improvement, with a view to join-
ing the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.'
'And you,' said the Witcher softly, 'accepted the offer.'
'No,' said Vilgefortz, his voice becoming increasingly cold and unpleasant. 'I re-
jected it in a rude – even boorish – way. I unloaded all my anger on the old fool. I
wanted him to feel guilty; he and his entire magical fraternity. Guilty, naturally, for
the gutter in Lan Exeter; guilty that one or two detestable conjurers – bastards with-
out hearts or human feelings – had thrown me into that gutter at birth, and not be-
fore, when I wouldn't have survived. The sorcerer, it goes without saying, didn't
understand; wasn't concerned by what I told him. He shrugged and went on his
way, by doing so branding himself and his fellows with the stigma of insensitive,
arrogant, whoresons, worthy of the greatest contempt. #Quote by Andrzej Sapkowski

#30. When I am performing live, I walk into a room, and I just try to get a feel for the vibe, and I am coming from different angles musically. I might come with a new song, I might come with some hip-hop, with some R&B. Once I find my way, then I am hitting you, and hitting you all night. #Quote by Grandmaster Flash

#31. Occasionally now I feel a wang that goes in my head - once you've got it you've got it. The [illness] was quite severe, leaving me deeply unhappy and frightened. #Quote by Melvyn Bragg

#32. Detective Ramos confided in me, 'If something happens to you on my watch my ass is O-U-T.' 'How do you think I'd feel? D-E-A-D. #Quote by Nelson DeMille

#33. I want to feel the creases in his skin, connect his freckles with invisible lines, brush my fingers across the inside of his wrists. #Quote by Stephanie Perkins

#34. I got home a little after seven, but didn't feel hungry. Instead, I crawled into my pajamas and pulled out my Jimmy Stewart movie It's a Wonderful Life. I fixed myself a cup of herbal tea and settled in for the night. Normally, I'd save such a classic movie for the holidays, when I tended to feel sorry for myself, but today's need felt urgent. If Jimmy was able to accept that he had a wonderful life, maybe I could, too. #Quote by J.C. Patrick

#35. Your words are hurting me very badly; I can feel it inside my bones. #Quote by M.F. Moonzajer

#36. If I can stand up when I'm 80, I'll be happy to cruise around on a skateboard. If I feel like my skills are fading, I just won't do it publicly. #Quote by Tony Hawk

#37. I always try and mix High Street finds into my looks. It really doesn't matter how much something costs, it's the way you wear it! Fashion is about self expression, having fun, and occasionally being a little disposable. I really enjoy lots of stores that are found at local shopping malls. French Connection, Zara, and Topshop always interpret the fashions direct from the catwalk at affordable prices. This playsuit from Hoss Intropia is delicate, super sexy, and has a lingerie feel. I'd throw on a super soft, chunky cardigan and a pair of flat gladiator sandals. #Quote by Cat Deeley