Throbs Quotes

#1. Everyone is silent, under the spell of the song. But it is strange: that desperate sorrow and that bitter reproach with which it throbs are sweeter than the most sublime, most passionate joy.

Ivan Bunin

#2. Music is in all growing things; And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard; Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.

George Parsons Lathrop

#3. My heart throbs and aches and, for once, it's not for myself. It's for all of us. It's for everyone who knows what it's like to be helpless, to have to watch on the sidelines, to be paralyzed, literally unable to do anything.

Sarah Wylie

#4. It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again ... yet demon spirit bids to laugh

Alan Grant

#5. At last an authentic voice from Saudi Arabia. Al-Mohaimeed has written a remarkable, rhythmic, genuine novel. Wolves of the Crescent Moon throbs with sensuality and moral courage, as if it didn't take place in a society that denies the tick of the heart.

Hanan Al-Shaykh

#6. Like countless first-year medical students, immersed in the symptoms of one disease after another, I am alert to the tingles and pangs, the throbs and quivers of my mortal body, each one of which is potentially a sign of the end.

Siri Hustvedt

#7. I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and wrong.

Henry James

#8. And yet they are in us, those who have long since passed away, as natural disposition, as burden on our destiny, as blood that throbs, and as gesture that rises up out of the depths of time.

Rainer Maria Rilke

#9. Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips
from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and it
throbs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.

Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch

#10. Heart throbs- yes, heart throbs of happiness, heart throbs of courage, heart throbs that make us feel better. Those things that appeal to others; that note of inspiration laid aside
bring it forth and let us make a magazine that will speak the language of the heart as well as of the mind.

Ami McKay

#11. Poor Matilda! She sleeps in the Grave, and her broken heart throbs no more with passion.

Matthew Gregory Lewis

#12. She takes my hand, kissing each finger, each knuckle and my pulse throbs inside my wrist. Please. We already know each other, so well. I'm ready to give the last part of myself to you.

Annie Brewer

#13. People tend to be exquisitely precise when describing pain. We don't just say it hurts, we say it throbs or aches; it's a burning, wrenching, gnawing sensation; it's sharp or dull; it chafes; it stings. But where pain specifies, joy generalizes. It was great! we say. Terrific! Beautiful! Fantastic!

Letty Cottin Pogrebin

#14. Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.

Samuel Johnson

#15. Here, I can hear things, the world throbs differently, silence thrums like a chord strummed eons ago, music in the aspen trees and in the firs and burr oaks and even in the fields of drying corn.

Nickolas Butler

#16. He is looking down into the toilet bowl. He sees a bright shiny red ball, about the size of his fist, covered with blood and bobbing jauntily in the yellowed water. It throbs in time
with Ernest's pulse. It is his heart.

J. Mulrooney

#17. Even the heart, which in higher animals, when agitated, pulsates with increased energy, in the snail under similar excitement, throbs with a slower motion.

Anthony Doerr

#18. The child's grief throbs against the round of its little heart as heavily as the man's sorrow, and the one finds as much delight in his kite or drum as the other in striking the springs of enterprise or soaring on the wings of fame.

Edwin Hubbel Chapin

#19. Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a heart and throbs. Like a gnawing hunger.

Amy Efaw

#20. The realisation that Stevey is dead returns to me in flashes, like a rotten tooth it suddenly strikes a nerve and throbs inside me.

HISTORIES OF THE DEAD

Math Bird

#21. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Philip James Bailey

#22. Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!

George MacDonald

#23. The sky was clear
remarkably clear
and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

Thomas Hardy

#24. Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be.

Walt Whitman

#25. Man must be doing something, or fancy that he is doing something, for in him throbs the creative impulse; the mere basker in the sunshine is not a natural, but an abnormal man.

Henry George

#26. Does the beef salute the butcher as it throbs to it's knees?

Clive Barker

#27. To grow up at all is to conceal the mass of internal scar tissue that throbs in our dreams.

Ernest Becker

#28. A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.

M.R. Gott

#29. Of course, when a poem is being born, the reasoning part of the brain throbs away at full throttle, but all the other areas are overlapping and interacting as well, the emotional, intuitive, animal areas.

Michael Longley

#30. I will never get to tell him I love him, even if my love was never enough. The empty ache grows and throbs in my chest. It's a living and breathing thing inside me. Sucking the air from my lungs, and the warmth from my body. The ache and pain leaves me hollow and cold.

Ashley Jeffery

#31. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

Philip James Bailey

#32. One must flee those places where life throbs and seek out lonely spots untouched by human hand in order to lift the magic veil of nature

Guido Von List

#33. When there throbs in the heart of an individual Latter-day Saint a great and vital testimony of the truth of this work, he will be found doing is duty in the Church.

Gordon B. Hinckley

#34. I find a provision in the constitution of the world for the writer or secretary, who is to report the doings of the miraculous spirit of life that everywhere throbs and works.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#35. Week before that, I was out in Italy
Italian heart-throbs could not get rid of me

Pharrell Williams

#36. I wake up next to a woman. I'm not sure which one. My eyes burn and my head throbs; even the pricey stuff does it. No matter how much you pay for the drink, you pay again in the morning.

Isaac Marion

#37. The soul throbs like the sea for a larger life. No thought which I have ever had has satisfied my soul.

Richard Jefferies

#38. We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.

Oscar Wilde

#39. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams ...

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

#40. Deeds are the pulse of Time, his beating life, And righteous or unrighteous, being done, Must throb in after-throbs till Time itself Be laid in stillness, and the universe Quiver and breathe upon no mirror more.

George Eliot

#41. ... a thief's heart is an impetuous organ, and while inwardly he throbs for absolution, at the same time he can't keep from bragging.

John Banville

#42. With beat of systole and of diastole One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart, And mighty waves of single Being roll From nerveless germ to man, for we are part Of every rock and bird and beast and hill, One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill. From

Oscar Wilde

#43. Advertising is the ability to sense, interpret ... to put the very heart throbs of a business into type, paper and ink.

Leo Burnett

#44. The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#45. I will hide my heart in your heart and you will hide your heart in my heart; and no evil eye will hear it, our common heart, as familiar, in unison, it throbs to the world.

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#46. We weep for gladness, weep for grief;
The tears they are the same;
We sigh for longing, and relief;
The sighs have but one name,
And mingled in the dying strife,
Are moans that are not sad
The pangs of death are throbs of life,
Its sighs are sometimes glad.

George MacDonald

#47. Between black and white there throbs the universe of chromatic phenomena.

Johannes Itten