heartbeat - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Your heartbeat is my metronome, keeping the rhythm of my soul at a steady pace. With your heartbeat I can be music, dance, and so much more. And I hope that it is my steady heart that can do the same for you.
I could feel my heart beat… every single pound in my chest. Not through my ears, that was occupied by the steady drum, pipe, and dark voice of the Celtic music; drowning it out in the ears. But I couldn't lay there. I had to but I couldn't. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. I couldn't hear it, but I could feel it. It remains now, even as I write, it remained through what little of the Great Gatsby I could shove down my throat. It remained when I stood and stumbled into the other room trying to relieve myself of the small dogs who wouldn't stop nagging. That dark beating remained, alone in this house with me. Every beat a turbulent push from within pushing as a giant placed within the chest; as a great wave against a minuscule dike. This pressure urges the words, this horrible pressure. I tried sleeping through it, drums beating along with the muscle; but the music lost, ran out of time. I don't know for what reason I have to be placing these words here. I started in an attempt at relief, from the beating; some trickle of words to relieve the flood. I can feel it still, beating, pulsing, thumping. It didn't work; why won't it stop.
Sometimes my heart beats shallow, sometimes it beats so strong I think my chest will burst, but always it beats only for you, my soulmate, my love. What else is a heart for? For without love, why would I need a pump? The two for me go together, ba boom, I love you, ba boom, I love you. I know your heart beats for me too, beats for our children, as does my own. I wish it to beat as long as yours does, my love, no more, no less. To me, that makes perfect sense. For me, it is you that makes my world warm. No matter the weather outside, you are my warmth.
My heartbeat can sound like an echo, but even if it is only a faint echo of yours I have the courage to be myself. In a large palace a “fire” like mine would die in the drafts, yet in a tiny cottage even the smallest of fires can keep a home warm. I am warm with you and my heart beats louder than the crashing waves.
My heart beats for my daughter. My heart beats for my sons. My heart beats for my husband. I love my dear friends, I love the earth and all her beauty. In my heart is peace, courage and a will to survive. I am. I think. I live. I laugh. I joke. I dance. And for all those things, I need a heart that beats. But for my own personal harmony I am more like a pendulum that just needs to be left to swing, I will find my resting point all on my own.
My heartbeat does a tango when you are near, don't tell the doctors *smirk.* It can dance the light fantastic without the first note from an orchestra. Yet it is only a heart, human and frail. How can this be so? I can only assume that it is love that makes my heart so strong; so be with me baby. Our hearts can beat together. I never wanted a “Prince Charming,” just a really nice guy who would love me like I love him. I got my wish. You are my smile. You are my only. I belong to you because I love you so.
I daren't move, I daren't even breathe, I'm frozen to the spot. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest...duh-duhn, duh-duhn. Deep heavy breathes sound nearby. The hairs on my arms stand to attention, as a militia of chills march down my spine. Is there something there or is it just my imagination? The beating gets louder and louder, surely if there is something there, it can hear this cacophonous thrumming rhythm. The sound is intolerable, my breathes get deeper and deeper by the second. I swing around...
His heartbeat echoed in his ears as the firing squad approached, a grim reminder of his own mortality. It beat so loudly that it seemed to want to escape his chest, to flee the oncoming bullet. But there was to be no reprieve and the beats of his heart were numbered. They counted down to their own demise as surely as a ticking bomb.
The tiny tympanic heartbeat from the ultrasound wand was the only outward sign that a new life had begun within her.
The heart is amazing, a symbol of love that beats within every person. It is there: love, life, a simple heart, a pure soul.
My heartbeat is steady like a drummer, keeping rhythm, keeping beat. It is no more fancy that a ticking clock or an acorn falling from a mighty oak. It is just my heart. Yet I would never describe your heart that way. Yours is my everything. So maybe I'll paint a picture of it someday; don't they say a picture is worth a thousand words? Trouble is, I'm a lousy artist, all I'd ever paint would be meadows. Good news is... I love you... and sometimes those three words really are enough.