#he might even blame their deaths on firepaw...

[spinnysocks]

whitestorm is a great character, he could never do anything wrong! *Side glancing at multiple aus were he Does Something Wrong*

[rusty-shadowclan-au]

Idk if I'm ever going to actually write this but I thought a ton abt it so I wanted to post my brainstorm here for how this AU plays out!

Background:

Basically in this AU Brokenstar starts stealing kits much sooner bc the ShadowClan kits keep dying. He starts off stealing kits from rogues and kittypet but also steals kits from WindClan once he realizes he has the fighting force to overpower them

The first kit he abducts is Tiny/Scourge, who is younger than in canon but wanders onto ShadowClan territory after his run in with Tigerclaw (who is a warrior acting of his own volition in this incident, making it even worse)

Tiny is named Darkkit

He makes it look like the Clan kits he steals were accidentally killed during camp raids so nobody looks for them

Yellowfang stays in ShadowClan as the sole medicine cat bc Runningnose died of illness earlier here, and even Brokenstar knows better than to leave the Clan with no med cat.

Yellowfang receives a sign from StarClan telling her that "Fire burns brightest in the dark" and that fire will lead ShadowClan out of their long night.

Dustkit and Ravenkit wander out of ThunderClan camp at about a moon old and are abducted by Brokenstar. There is a fox on ThunderClan territory at the time so ThunderClan believes they've been killed.

Brokenstar abducts a number of WindClan kits, including Ashkit (Ashfoot) and Ryekit (Onewhisker)

Brokenstar conditions the kits he abducts to forget their families by withholding food whenever they ask about when they can go home. They eventually forget.

Brokenstar kills Nutmeg and steals her kits (including Rusty) when they are about half a moon old. They are given to Dawncloud to raise. Dawncloud loves her adopted kits and feels bad about their origins but she's also deeply traumatized by Brokenstar bc she was a kit warrior herself (the only kit warrior who made it to adulthood so far)

Firekit (Rusty), and his siblings Leafkit (Princess), Wildkit, and Mistkit grow up believing they are ShadowClan born.

Into The Wild

Book starts when Firekit and siblings are about 3 moons old.

Duskpaw and Ravenpaw are 4 moons old

Ashpaw and Ryepaw are 5 moons old, hoping to earn their warrior names soon

Darkclaw (Scourge), now a warrior (9 moons old), has a soft spot for other stolen kittypet kits so even though he's not allowed to talk about their origins he visits the nursery often and becomes close to Firekit and siblings. Firekit looks up to him a lot and wants to be just like him

One of the first scenes in the book is Flintfang's return to camp with Badgerfang's battered corpse. He delivers the kit warrior to camp and confronts Brokenstar, saying he'll never train another kit warrior again because its wrong.

This is the first time Firekit realizes something might be wrong in ShadowClan, that maybe this isn't how its supposed to be

Brokenstar, being the manipulative shit he is, basically says "Oh you won't train any more underage apprentices? Well since Firekit and his siblings are ready to be apprenticed, I'm sure you won't mind my choices of mentor." Brokenstar decides to mentor Wildkit, and gives Leafkit to Clawface, and Flintfang is sitting there knowing that these warriors are going to tear these kits to SHREDS, so he steps in and offers to mentor Mistkit to spare her some suffering. Brokenstar mockingly agrees, and Darkclaw offers to mentor Firekit.

Firepaw and his siblings go straight into battle training. Their first session is monitored by Brokenstar and is against Dustpaw and Ravenpaw, who are instructed to fight with claws out. All four of the new apprentices are obviously beaten up pretty badly, but Wildpaw and Leafpaw manage to land a few strikes which catches Brokenstar's attention.

Nobody is given adequate time to recover from their injuries, and they're back to battle training the next day. It's another joint session, this time against each other, and none of the kits really want to hurt each other but they also don't want to get hurt themselves so they fight their hardest. Firepaw injures Leafpaw and feels horrible about it. He talks to his mentor about it who tells him "You do what you must to keep yourself safe" and that doesn't sit quite right with Firepaw.

After a few days, Flintfang and Darkclaw finally get a chance to train their apprentices alone. Mistpaw and Firepaw are instructed to train with claws sheathed when they're alone like this and Firepaw privately wonders who he's supposed to trust: his mentor or his Clan leader?

All four of the new apprentices get to go to the gathering a moon later, where they meet Sandpaw, ThunderClan's newest apprentice. She talks to them because she thinks she smells a familiar scent (Dustpaw and Ravenpaw) but decides she must be mistaken. Firepaw notices that his sister Leafpaw is totally crushing on Sandpaw and talks to her about it like a good supportive brother would. This helps them reconnect after he injured her in training.

Firepaw privately wonders why Ashpaw, Ryepaw, Ravenpaw and Dustpaw weren't allowed to come to this gathering, and he realizes that this whole time they've never actually been invited to gatherings. Firepaw thinks its weird but doesn't dwell on it, deciding that they must not have impressed Brokenstar yet.

A couple moons pass, Wildpaw is killed by Brokenstar during training, but Brokenstar blames a cave in for his broken spine and names him "Wildfur" postmortem.

The siblings are heartbroken, Leafpaw most of all, because Wildfur was the sibling she was closest to. She vows to be the strongest warrior in his honor and throws herself into her training.

Mistpaw worries to Firepaw that Wildfur's death is leading Leafpaw down a dark path.

Leafpaw and Firepaw are part of the battle party that goes to drive out WindClan. While they're fighting, Firepaw ends up tussling with an apprentice (Morningpaw) that looks suspiciously similar to his buddy Ryepaw. Their tussle takes them away from most of the fighting (Morningpaw tries to run and Firepaw pursues her)

Morningpaw pins Firepaw and spits something along the lines of "ShadowClan kit killer! This is for my Ashkit and Ryekit! You'll pay for their deaths!" And shes about to kill him but Firepaw is like "Your siblings are alive and I didn't know that they were from here"

Mormingpaw stops attacking in her shock, and before Firepaw can say anything else Tallstar calls for WindClan to retreat, and Morningpaw dashes off.

Firepaw returns to the scene of the main battle, WindClan camp, and finds his sister Leafpaw covered in blood standing over a dead WindClan warrior.

Leafpaw has a breakdown, saying that she didn't mean to kill her, she was just trying to be a good warrior. She is in shock. Firepaw and Flintfang lead her back to camp and settle her into the medicine den. Caught up in caring for his sister, Firepaw forgets to tell Ashpaw and Ryepaw the truth about who they are.

That's all for now, more soon hopefully

[oldwarriors-fireandwater]

Chapter Twelve

Firepaw followed his Clanmates into camp, pelt bristling nervously. They had traveled home as quickly as they could, but they could only go so fast with an elder.

A shriek ran out, and Firepaw jumped. He forced his way forward through the group, and there he saw Whiteclaw pinning Yellowfang to the ground as she writhed desperately. “Get off me, you fat oaf!” she yowled.

“Murderer!” he snarled. “Did you plan to gut my kits, too?”

“Whiteclaw!” Crookedstar snapped. “Get off of her. I sent you to make sure the camp was safe, not flay an old medicine cat!”

“You heard what Brokenstar said!” hissed Frogleap, who was standing nearby. “What if she attacks our kits?”

“You imbeciles!” Yellowfang snarled. “If I wanted to kill your kits, why would I lie about in your camp for half a moon as a prisoner?”

Whiteclaw still held her down. “She's a danger to us!” he spat. “Let us deal with her or at least exile her!”

Crookedstar let out a low growl. “Get off. Now.” The fur along his spine started to bristle.

Whiteclaw stared at him for a long moment, before he flattened his ears, bowed his head, and stepped off of the old molly. Yellowfang grunted and tried to sit up.

Firepaw, without thinking, rushed to her side. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Yellowfang, you didn't do what Brokenstar said… right?”

“Get away from her!” Whiteclaw hissed.

“Silence,” Crookedstar snapped. “One more word out of you and I'll send you out of camp to cool off. There is no proof of Yellowfang’s crimes other than the word of Brokenstar.”

“You know how obsessed ShadowClanners are with honesty,” Blackclaw growled. “They might be heartless, but they aren't liars.”

Yellowfang glanced at Firepaw silently. It was clear she was in pain—Whiteclaw had clearly clawed her up before he pinned her down.

Crookedstar flicked his tail. “Think, Blackclaw. Brokenstar has been attacking WindClan for StarClan-knows how long. He is trying to force them to give up their territory, and obviously did not want them to speak at the Gathering. Does he sound like a leader worthy of automatic trust?”

“That doesn't mean she didn't murder kits,” Frogleap growled.

Yellowfang looked up at Crookedstar. “I would never lay a claw on kits,” she said. “The kits Brokenstar claims I killed were my nieces. I don't know who did kill them. I only discovered their bodies.”

I knew it couldn't be true! Firepaw thought, and nearly sighed in relief.

His Clanmates began to whisper. Crookedstar flicked his tail, looking thoughtful. “I have never heard Yellowfang make threats against kits,” he said. “I don't think she has even been near the nursery.” He glanced at Firepaw. “You have been her caretaker,” he said. “What is your opinion of her?”

“You're leaving it up to the kittypet?” Blackclaw demanded.

Firepaw ignored them. Yellowfang looked at him again, a curious look in her eye. What do I say? He swallowed. “Yellowfang can be mean,” he said. “She's a grouch. But… I can't believe she would murder kits. She hardly leaves her nest as it is.”

Crookedstar nodded. “Thank you, Firepaw.” He paused for a few heartbeats. “Yellowfang will remain as she is,” he said. “She has posed no threat to us and there is plenty of reason to believe there may be darker motives to Brokenstar’s banishment of her. That is all.”

“That's it?” Beetleclaw hissed.

Crookedstar glanced at him sharply. “As I said,” he replied, voice firm. “Yellowfang has not acted in a way that seems dangerous. My decision is made. If any other cats have issues, they may speak to me privately tomorrow. You are all dismissed.”

It was hard to tell how the Clan felt. Some went to their dens like it was any other night, others looked sympathetically at Yellowfang, and the rest were bristling with outrage. Whiteclaw, to his credit, obeyed Crookedstar and did not speak again, but he let out a low hiss at Yellowfang and stalked towards the nursery. He sat down outside the den, glaring at her from across the camp.

Firepaw returned his attention to the old molly. “Did he hurt you?” he asked. “Should I get Mudfur?”

Yellowfang chuckled dryly. “Just bruised and missing some fur.” She sighed and lowered herself into a crouch. “Thank you for saying what you did,” she said, a bit quiet. “Thought they'd throw me out for sure.” Yellowfang eyed him. “Though I wasn't sure you'd stick up for me.”

Firepaw shuffled his paws. “You are a mean old hag,” he said, only half-joking, and the molly grunted, as though amused. “But I don't believe you'd kill kits.” He glanced back towards the nursery. “Are you worried about Whiteclaw?”

Yellowfang shrugged. “Don't blame him for being like that, myself. Seen plenty of cats who’d kill to protect their kin.” She huffed as she stood back up. “Though I wish he hadn't taken some of my pelt.” Yellowfang turned away. “Off with you, lad. I'll go back to my nest now. You do the same.”

Firepaw nodded. “Alright.”

Yellowfang called to him as he began to pad away. “And don't forget to bring me something to eat in the morning!”

Firepaw snorted. Still the same old Yellowfang as ever.

Firepaw woke early the next morning and headed out of the den. There was a light drizzle, but it was still pleasantly warm. Out of habit, he headed right for the fresh-kill pile to find Yellowfang a meal. Mallowtail was sitting beside it, looking quite sullen.

She glanced up as he padded closer. “Don't eat anything, Firepaw,” she meowed. “The rain will let rot set in. None of this is any good.”

“Frog-dung,” Firepaw grumbled. “I was going to get something for Yellowfang.”

At the mention of the old molly, Mallowtail cast her a glare. Yellowfang was in her nest as always, and though the rain was hitting her, she hardly seemed bothered enough to move. “I heard what she did,” Mallowtail growled. “You tell her to stay away from the nursery. If I so much as see one hair from her pelt in there, I'll tear her whiskers out and feed them to her.”

Firepaw blinked, surprised by her sudden anger. Mallowtail is usually so kind, he thought. “I don't think she really killed those kits…” Firepaw meowed. “She says she was framed.”

Mallowtail lashed her tail. “A queen can never be too careful,” she said, firmly. “I don't trust her, and neither should you.” The queen rose and turned back towards the nursery.

Firepaw sighed. I should at least see if Yellowfang wants her nest moved.

As though she had read his mind, he heard the old molly call out to him in a loud hiss. “Firepaw!”

The tom twitched his whiskers curiously before he padded over. Yellowfang had an odd look about her—she seemed on edge. Her fur bristled in the slightest, her eyes darted about, and her tail was twitching to and fro.

“Something wrong?” Firepaw asked. “Is the rain bothering you?

Yellowfang let out a hmph and flipped her tail. “Don't be daft!” she spat. She stared past him, looking up. “The crows, boy.”

“The… crows?” Firepaw glanced over his shoulder, trying to follow her gaze. It took him a moment, but he noticed them—in a willow just outside of the reeds bordering camp. There was a whole flock there, quietly preening. “Oh. What about them?”

“StarClan’s sake!” Yellowfang hissed. “Crows are an omen, you absolute lizard-brain. They always come calling in such numbers when death is near…” her voice trailed off, though she continued to stare accusingly at the flock in the tree.

“I don't understand,” Firepaw meowed, feeling a bit sheepish. “Why would some birds in a tree mean—”

“Firepaw!” Leopardfur’s voice made Firepaw jump. “Come here.”

Firepaw glanced over his shoulder. The deputy was sitting beside Silverpaw near the warriors den. “I've got to go,” he said. “Mallowtail says the rain will have started to rot the prey, so you'll have to wait—”

“Mouse-dung to prey!” Yellowfang spat. “You listen here. I don't want you going out today. Crows are no joking matter. Why do you think a flock of that ragged lot is called a murder?”

Firepaw was a bit unsettled by her insistence, but he still hardly understood the sense of urgency. “I didn't know they were called that,” he said. “I don't know much about crows—”

“Firepaw!” Leopardfur snapped. “I know you can hear me!”

The apprentice winced. “I have to go. I'll bring you back something, alright?”

Yellowfang narrowed her eyes to slits and turned away from him. “Apprentices always think they know more than their betters,” she grumbled.

Firepaw sighed and headed towards Leopardfur, who was looking increasingly more annoyed with each passing second.

“What took you so long?” she demanded.

“Yellowfang’s just worrying about the crows,” Firepaw explained, lowering his head. “She said I shouldn't be out. Something about crows having to do with death.”

Silverpaw snorted. “That old hag wouldn't know a sign if it hit her on the nose.

Leopardfur swiftly and sharply cuffed him over the ears. “Be quiet,” she snapped. “Crookedstar has decided that she is to be treated with respect. You may mistrust her all you want, but an experienced medicine cat is a valuable asset.”

Silverpaw bowed his head, but his eyes burned with indignance. “Yes, Leopardfur.”

“Firepaw,” Leopardfur said, glancing back at him. “You may have noticed that the fresh-kill pile is soon to be soaked through. It'll need restocking, and it needs to be put somewhere out of the rain. I've already sent out a patrol at dawn, but I want it as stocked at it can be. You and Silverpaw will hunt at Sunningrocks. If you can't find any prey, then fish.” She narrowed her eyes in the slightest. “Do not come back empty-pawed.”

Fox-dung! Firepaw thought. The last thing he wanted was to hunt alone with Silverpaw. He dipped his head anyway, knowing that he had no chance of arguing with the deputy. “Okay. I'll do my best.”

“Very good,” Leopardfur said, giving a quick nod. “On with you, then. I should have a new place for the pile sorted by the time you return.” She rose and left them quickly.

Silverpaw fixed him with a glare. “Come on, kittypet,” he sneered. “You better not mess up my hunting.”

Firepaw bit back a retort. He wants to make me angry. Instead of replying, he padded stiffly past the tom, heading for the camp entrance. Silverpaw huffed and hurried after him.

Before Firepaw padded through the reeds, he hesitated and glanced over his shoulder. Yellowfang was staring straight at him, that same frantic look about her. She lashed her tail before she closed her eyes and scowled.

She's just superstitious, Firepaw thought. It'll be alright.

“Keep up, Drypaw!” Silverpaw snapped.

Firepaw bristled with irritation. Unless I end up killing Silverpaw, that is.

The two toms crossed the river quickly. Silverpaw was much faster in the water than Firepaw, and had no intention of keeping pace with him. Still, Firepaw could handle himself fine enough, and made it to the other side without much fuss. He shook himself off and sat down to taste the air. Silverpaw stalked across the Sunningrocks, presumably to find his own catch.

It took a moment, as the drizzle made it hard to catch any smells, but Firepaw picked up the scent of vole. He crouched down and began to follow the scent trail, eyes scanning the rocks. He didn't enjoy hunting here—although he had smaller paws than his Clanmates, which made it easier to scoop out prey from the crevices, the scattered rocks made it near impossible to see what he was hunting. Thankfully, he found it. The vole caught his eye as it darted over some scattered stones to nibble on some shoots that had grown between some pebbles.

Firepaw paused. His tail flicked with excitement, and it took him a moment to force himself to hold it still. He took a step forward, then another, slow as he could be. The other trouble of hunting on Sunningrocks was noise. It was all too easy to step on a loose stone or kick a few pebbles, and that was all it would take for prey to dart back into their burrow. Firepaw was careful to test the flat rocks before putting his weight on them. I'll show Leopardfur I can be useful.

When he decided he was close enough, he paused again. Firepaw stiffened, readying himself to pounce.

Snap!

Both vole and Firepaw glanced up, startled by the sound of a breaking branch. By the time Firepaw looked back at the vole, it was already taking off. He tried to dart after it, but it scrambled underneath a stone, and was lost to him.

Firepaw glared back towards the source of the sound. Silverpaw was staring at him, a light smirk on his face. “Oops,” Silverpaw said. “My bad.”

Firepaw’s tail whipped in frustration. Fox-dung! He growled quietly and set about trying to locate another rodent.

The morning continued on the same way. Whenever Firepaw found something, Silverpaw disturbed a bush, or kicked some rocks, or splashed some water for “minnow-hunting”. Firepaw was empty-pawed, and his irritation only grew with each failure.

When Silverpaw had disturbed his fourth attempt, Firepaw whirled about on him. “What is the matter with you?” he demanded, lips drawn back in a snarl. “I know you're ruining my catches on purpose!”

Silverpaw tossed his head. “It's not my fault you're an incompetent hunter, Drypaw.”

“Stop calling me that!” Firepaw hissed. He knew Silverpaw was goading him, but he was too furious to care. “I swim the river same as you! You've been horrible to me for no reason since I got here!”

Silverpaw’s smirk twisted into a scowl. “You're a pathetic excuse for a cat,” he spat. “No self-respecting cat would let humans feed them slop and keep them in those dens. Kittypets like you shame real cats like us!”

“I'm not even a kittypet anymore!” Firepaw retorted. “I gave up that life!”

“Only because you were too afraid to go back!” Silverpaw said. “You knew if you set foot on ThunderClan land, they'd gut you, and rightfully so. If you could've easily gone home from RiverClan land in a heartbeat, and you know it!”

Firepaw hesitated. Is he right? he wondered. I only ended up in RiverClan because ThunderClan chased me here. Did I stay because I was a coward? He narrowed his eyes. No! That’s not why I joined RiverClan. “You're wrong,” he insisted. “I knew the risks of staying. I wanted to be part of RiverClan.”

Silverpaw scoffed. “And what a shame that you joined us. You barely can hunt, and you brought a kit-killer into the Clan. All you do is leech off us.” He turned up his nose. “To be fair, who can blame you? It's in your nature, same as all kittypets.”

“Like you've caught anything!” Firepaw spat. “You've been so busy scaring off the prey that you haven't hunted at all. You're so obsessed with upsetting me that you have nothing to bring back to Leopardfur either!”

Silverpaw faltered. He had no response to that. His expression loosened, and his ears pricked. “Shut up,” he said, voice suddenly urgent. “I heard something.”

“No you didn't, you fox,” Firepaw growled. “Quit trying to mess with me.”

“Shut up. I'm serious,” Silverpaw flattened his ears. “Something in the ferns.”

“You're not fooling me,” Firepaw said. “Just give it up and we can go back to hunting.”

“You stupid kittypet, just pay attention for one second,” Silverpaw insisted. He lifted his head, as though scanning the undergrowth. “There's something—”

“Attack!”

Firepaw nearly jumped out of his pelt at the sudden shriek. He turned in time to see cats streaming out of the thick undergrowth.

ThunderClan.

He had no time to react. A tabby warrior leaped straight for him and bowled him over. Firepaw had the breath knocked out of him as he was slammed to the ground. The enemy warrior let out a loud hiss. “Fish-face!”

Firepaw couldn't see Silverpaw, but he heard the apprentice let out a screech, followed by a loud thud. Firepaw squirmed, but it was hopeless. The tom pinning him was much too large.

“It's just a couple of apprentices!” A molly scoffed. “RiverClan spread too thin for a proper border patrol?”

“Shut up, squirrel-chaser!” Silverpaw spat. “If you two weren't holding me down like cowards, I'd—”

“Shut it!” A tom snapped. Silverpaw hissed in pain—the cat must have struck him. “I have no need to kill apprentices, but I don't want to bring the whole of RiverClan upon us.” His deep voice was familiar. “The rest of you, get to work. We may be able to reclaim Sunningrocks without a proper battle.”

Is that Tigerclaw? Firepaw wondered. He tried to turn his head to see, but the warrior slammed a paw to his head and pressed his face into the ground. “Don't even try to escape, fish-face,” the tom ordered.

“I'm not!” Firepaw grunted. There's nothing we could do anyway. I didn't have time to count, but… we’re way outnumbered.

“Good,” the tom huffed. “You and your buddy behave, and we might let you go when we’re done with only a scratch or two.”

Firepaw’s stomach swirled. Is Thistlestar here? he thought. What if they change their minds and kill us? The cats seemed to be moving around. One tom, a darker tabby, padded into his view. He tasted the air before he padded over to a large rock, and lifted his tail to mark it.

They're covering up the scent markers! Firepaw thought. If it's that easy to take territory, why doesn't it happen more often?

A new screech rang out from across the river. All of the intruders paused, and the tom holding him started.

Firepaw noticed the grip on him loosen, and he took the chance. He lashed out as hard as he could with his hind legs, and kicked the warrior directly in the gut. With a wheeze, the tom stumbled back.

The sound of splashing came from the other side of the river. Help was coming.

Firepaw stood, and without thinking, he leaped upon his attacker. The tom reacted in time to latch his claws into Firepaw’s shoulders, and the two rolled over, kicking and biting.

The dark tabby raced to the warrior’s aid, but he stopped as RiverClan cats burst from the water.

Firepaw and the warrior fell apart from each other, and both looked towards the RiverClan cats. Leopardfur was facing off against the dark tabby, while Silverstream, Sunwhisker, Blackclaw, Weaselfoot, and Shadepaw were all on the shore, each racing for a ThunderClan cat.

The tabby let out a hiss and swiped for Firepaw’s face. He ducked, but still felt sharp claws graze his cheek. Firepaw stepped back, trying to recall his training. Other cats are useless in the water, he reminded himself. Dawnwhisker said to always lure them towards it.

The tom growled and crouched down to spring for him. The coming move was obvious, and Firepaw rolled away easily—getting ever closer to the riverbank. “Come on, flea-bag!” Firepaw taunted, as he rolled back up onto his paws. “You ThunderClan cats are clumsier than kits!”

The warrior let out a hiss. Wordlessly, he charged for Firepaw. The apprentice jumped to the side, but he clumsily bumped into another cat. He turned to face them, and hesitated as he recognized the cat as Sandpaw. “Sandpaw?” he meowed.

The molly struck him across the face before he could react, and claws tore through his face again. Firepaw yowled at the sharp pain and stepped back. “Ow!” he protested. “What was that—”

Sandpaw reared up and swiped for him again. Firepaw ducked, thinking she was aiming for his ears, but she suddenly slammed her paws down on his shoulders and twisted. The molly shoved him right off his paws and brought him down.

“This is a battle!” She spat. “Quit doddering around!”

So that's how it is! Firepaw narrowed his eyes. You aren't as big as that warrior, snake-heart! He wrenched his paws free and shoved her in the chest. He managed to push Sandpaw off of him, but she held her balance well as she jumped free of his claws. She pounced forward and sliced her claws along his flank before he could stand.

Firepaw gritted his teeth, but forced himself to his paws. He felt hot blood dripping down towards his belly from the cut, but it only fueled him on. He leaped for Sandpaw. She fell onto her back, and kicked him as he landed on her. One foot hit his leg, and another paw was thrust against his jaw. Firepaw moved his face, but she lashed out with her other forepaw and split his nose open. Firepaw recoiled, blood spurting from his nose, and shrieked.

Sandpaw lunged up and knocked him away. She faced him, ears flat. “Just swim on home and it can be over,” she hissed.

She didn't notice Shadepaw racing toward her from behind, but Firepaw did, and he smirked. Sandpaw furrowed her brow, and started to look over her shoulder, but a moment too late. Shadepaw leaped and landed right on Sandpaw’s back. Sandpaw yowled and crumpled under the RiverClan molly. Shadepaw glanced at Firepaw. “I've got this one,” she said. “Get back to camp! You don't need to get any more scratched up than you already are.”

“I'm fine!” Firepaw replied. His wounds were burning, but he had fight in him. He turned away to find another fight, pausing a moment to assess the battle.

Silverstream was tussling with a warrior molly about her size, while Sunwhisker and Blackclaw were fighting back-to-back against two other warriors. But it was Silverpaw who caught his attention—the tom was hissing at Tigerclaw, who batted him back to the ground as though he were only a dead mouse. The deputy was simply massive, especially compared to short-legged Silverpaw.

Firepaw watched a moment longer. The sight of the giant tom striking down one of his biggest bullies should have pleased him, but Firepaw felt his blood go cold. Would Tigerclaw kill him? Is this the death Yellowfang warned me about?

Firepaw didn't wait a heartbeat longer. He raced across Sunningrocks, dodging around the battling cats. Tigerclaw slammed a huge paw down on Silverpaw’s chest. The deputy leaned in and snarled in his face.

Firepaw leaped, aiming for Tigerclaw’s back. His claws latched into the deputy’s shoulders as he landed with full force.

It wasn't enough to topple the tom, but he grunted from the sudden weight. Firepaw swayed dangerously as the tom stood straight and glared up at him over his shoulders. The apprentice dug in his claws as deep as he could, but the tom’s pelt was thick, and the skin around his shoulders loose. “Little flea,” Tigerclaw growled. With a grunt, he reared up, shaking himself. Firepaw held his grip, and sank his teeth into Tigerclaw’s scruff for measure.

Firepaw struggled to keep his claws in. He felt himself slipping as Tigerclaw held himself upright. His claws lost their hold, and he slid down Tigerclaw’s back, tearing fur out as he went. Firepaw released him completely and jumped clear.

Tigerclaw lowered himself down to all fours again and whirled upon Firepaw. His ears were flat, and lips were drawn back in a snarl. “RiverClan pest,” he growled. “I'll—” He threw back his head in a sudden yowl.

Silverpaw had rose and was biting into his tail, bristling like a hedgehog. Tigerclaw turned around, trying to swipe at him, but Silverpaw kept moving, still digging his teeth deep into Tigerclaw’s thick tail.

Firepaw darted forward while Tigerclaw was distracted and scored his claws down his hind leg. Tigerclaw turned towards him this time, hissing furiously. Silverpaw left the tail and reared up to sink his claws into Tigerclaw’s haunches, and leaned in to snap at his spine.

Tigerclaw seemed to have decided to ignore Silverpaw this time, for he swung a hefty paw at Firepaw, knocking him in the head. His claws didn't tear his face, but his paw was heavy, and Firepaw stumbled back, dizzy. He blinked up, trying to focus, and saw Tigerclaw readying another strike.

“Enough, Tigerclaw.” Leopardfur’s cold voice stilled the mighty tom. “Quit battering around apprentices and let's finish this.” The molly was standing close by, back arched in a challenge.

Tigerclaw looked her over, then paused a moment to survey the battle. Behind him, Silverpaw backed away uncertainly.

Something else caught Tigerclaw’s attention before he looked back at her, and Firepaw noticed an odd sort of gleam to his eyes. “No need,” Tigerclaw huffed. He straightened back up, anger seemingly forgotten. “Your apprentices aren't half-bad, Leopardfur, but perhaps you should teach them not to take on cats they aren't ready for.” He let out an odd sort of chuckle. “If you hadn't brought my attention to the greater situation, this one might have been missing an eye.” He twitched his tail. “RiverClan can keep these rocks a little longer.”

The deputy lifted his head and let out a yowl. “ThunderClan!” he roared. “Back to camp!”

He nodded briefly to Leopardfur before he turned away and darted back towards the ferns. He crashed on through, and the rustling ferns were the only sign he’d been there.

The other ThunderClan cats were quick to follow. Sandpaw, fur ruffled and pelt riddled with scratches, tore off first. The tabby tom that had first attacked Firepaw followed, a molly close behind. Another cat tore themselves free from Blackclaw, leaving behind a few clumps of fur.

Only one cat remained—the darker tabby. He was staring at something on the ground, back to Firepaw. An uncertain moment passed, and he turned to head for the ferns. As he moved around, Firepaw noticed the blood coating his jaws.

Leopardfur snorted softly. “Coward,” she muttered. She lifted her head and scanned the area. “Everyone accounted for?”

Shadepaw shook herself. “Think so.”

“ThunderClan cats are all gone,” Silverstream said.

Blackclaw glanced around. “Where's Sunwhisker?”

Firepaw felt cold. The other warriors from the defending patrol were all standing and looking around. What the tabby was looking at… it couldn't have…

“No!” Weaselfoot suddenly yowled. “Sunwhisker!”

Leopardfur’s eyes narrowed. She stalked across Sunningrocks towards Weaselfoot. Firepaw followed uncertainly. Weaselfoot was standing near a large boulder—and just around it lay the still body of Sunwhisker.

Firepaw’s stomach swirled. The molly’s throat was coated in her own blood. Her eyes were still open, lips drawn back in a snarl. Her claws reached out for nothing.

“StarClan,” Blackclaw sighed. “Beetleclaw is going to be distraught.”

“Poor Sunwhisker,” Silverstream murmured. “She was so kind.”

Leopardfur flicked her tail. She maintained her usual regal composure, but grief was clear in her eyes. “I'll take her body. Blackclaw, Weaselfoot, stay behind and cover and their wretched scent. The rest of you, back to camp.”

Firepaw turned towards the river, away from the body. That tabby must have killed Sunwhisker, he thought. He was covered in blood. For a moment, he looked up towards the trees on the edge of the river.

The crows crowded every branch. One let out a throaty caw, and then they took to the sky, lifting off in a great flurry of leaves and feathers.

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Enter Darkness Chapter 26

Tigerclaw  bounded over to  her. He  called to  the  Clan,

“Quick, search  the  camp! Whitestorm, stay  where you are.  Warriors,  patrol  the  camp  boundary. Apprentices,  search  every den!” Firepaw  rushed  to  the  nearest  den, the  warriors’, and pushed his  way inside. It  was  empty. He  scrabbled through the  bedding  with  his  paws  but  there  was  neither sight  nor scent  of Frostfur’s  kits. These were Brackenfur, Cinderpelt, Thornclaw and Brightheart, some of his best warriors in the future. He had no intention of losing them to ShadowClan again.

He  charged outside  and headed  for his  own den. Ravenpaw  and Greypaw  were  already inside, pushing aside  their nests,  sniffing  every corner. Dustpaw  and Sandpaw  were  searching  the  elders’ den. Firepaw  left them  to  it  and charged from  one  clump of grass  to  another, pushing  his  muzzle  into  them, ignoring  the  nettles that  stung  his  nose as he yowled their names. There  was  no sign  of the  kits  anywhere. He  looked around the  camp boundary. Warriors paced backward and forward, urgently  sniffing  the  air. Suddenly Firepaw  spotted Yellowfang  in  the  distance. She  was  pushing  her way through an  unguarded part  of fern wall.  She  must  have  found a  scent,  he  thought, and raced toward her as  her tail  disappeared  into the  greenery. By the  time  he  arrived at  the  fern wall,  she had gone. He sniffed the  air. No kit-scent, just  the bitter smell of Yellowfang’s fear. What was she afraid  of?  

Tigerclaw’s  yowl  sounded from  the  bushes  behind the  nursery. All  the  cats  raced over to  him,  headed  by Frostfur. They  crowded as  closely as  they  could, jostling  to  see  through the  dense  undergrowth. Firepaw nosed  his  way forward and saw  Tigerclaw  standing  over a  motionless  bundle  of dappled  fur. Spottedleaf!

Now Firepaw remembered, as he stared  in  disbelief at  her lifeless  body. Clawface had snuck into camp and taken the kits, where Spottedleaf had died defending them

Bluestar  stepped  through  the  crowd  and  leaned  over  the  medicine  cat.

“She  has  been  killed  by  a  warrior blow,”  she  meowed  softly. Firepaw  craned  his  neck  and saw  a  single  wound on the  back  of Spottedleaf’s  neck. His  head  swam. Spottedleaf was gone, and they already didn't trust Yellowfang. If she didn't come back, who would be the medicine cat?

She will come back!

He rebelled against any other thoughts.

Firepaw  heard a  murmur at  the  back  of the  crowd that  swelled into  a  single  piercing yowl.“Yellowfang  is  gone!”

“Yellowfang has  killed Spottedleaf  and taken  my  kits!”  screeched Frostfur. The  other queens  rushed  to Frostfur’s  side  and tried to  calm  her with  licks  and caresses,  but  Frostfur pushed them  away  and wailed her grief to  the  darkening  sky. As  if  in  reply, the  sky rumbled ominously  and a  cold  wind ruffled the  cats’ fur. “Yellowfang!”  hissed Tigerclaw.  “I  always  knew  she  was  a  traitor. Now  we  know  how  she  managed to fight  off the  ShadowClan  deputy. It  was  a  setup to  let  her trick her way into  our Clan!” Lightning  crackled  overhead, punctuating  Tigerclaw’s  words  with  a  glaring  white  flash, and a  clap  of thunder rolled around the  woods. Firepaw  couldn’t  believe  what  he  was  hearing.  Above  the  shocked murmurings, Darkstripe  meowed  loudly,

“Bluestar! What  do you say?” The  cats  fell  silent  as  they  turned  to  look at  their leader. Bluestar’s  gaze  moved across  the  crowd of cats, and settled finally  on Spottedleaf’s  body. The  first drops  of  rain  began  to  fall,  sparkling  like  dewdrops  on  the  medicine  cat’s  still-glossy  fur. Bluestar  blinked slowly. Grief clouded her face, and for a  moment  Firepaw  was  afraid  that  this  new death would overwhelm  her. But  when  her eyes  opened they  glittered with  a  fierceness  that  showed  her determination  to  seek  revenge  for  this  cruel attack.  She  lifted  her  head.  

“Check Spottedleaf's claws. If there is grey fur, then Yellowfang  has  killed  her and  stolen  Frostfur’s  kits, and she  will be  hunted  down without  mercy.”  

The  crowd meowed  approvingly.

“But  we must  wait,”  Bluestar  went  on. “There  is  a  storm  coming,  and I am  not  prepared  to  risk  more  lives. If ShadowClan  has  our  kits,  they  will come  to  no  immediate  harm.  I  suspect  Brokenstar  wants  them  as  recruits for his  own Clan, or as  hostages—to  force  us  to  let  him  hunt  in  our territory. As  soon as  the  storm  has  passed, a  patrol  will follow  Yellowfang  and  bring  back  our  kits.”

“We  cannot  waste  time, or the  scent  will be  lost  in  the  rain!”  Tigerclaw  protested.

Bluestar  flicked her tail  impatiently.

“If we  send out  a  hunting  party now, our efforts  will be  wasted anyway.  In  this  weather  the  scent  will already  be  lost  by  the  time  we  are  ready. If we  wait  until  after the storm,  we  stand a  better chance  of success.”

There  were  murmurs  of agreement  among  the  Clan. Even  though it  was  barely  sunhigh, the  sky was growing  much  darker. The  cats  were  unsettled  by the  lightning  and thunder, and seemed  willing  to  listen  to their  leader’s  advice. Bluestar  looked at  her deputy.

“Well?”

“Spottedleaf has brown fur between her claws, and ShadowClan is being washed away as we speak.” Dustpaw reported loudly. “Yellowfang is not the cat who killed Spottedleaf, but she might know who is. That's probably why she left.”

Firepaw was stunned. Yes, Dustpaw had been something of a friend to him this time around, but the brown tom had despised the idea of Yellowfang in camp just as much as anyone else.

Bluestar nodded and glanced at Firepaw, signaling with  a  flick of her tail  and a  ripple  of her whiskers  that  she  wanted  to  speak  to  him  alone. The  other cats  gathered  around Spottedleaf and began to  share  tongues  with  her, their wails  of grief sounding  above  the  thunder. Bluestar  wound her way through them  and went  toward the  fern tunnel  that  led to  Spottedleaf’s  den.

Firepaw  quietly  skirted the  mourning  cats  and followed her inside. It  was  very dark beneath the  ferns. The  storm had  blotted  out  the  morning  sun  so  that  it  seemed  as  if  night  had  fallen.  Rain  was  falling  more heavily  now, spattering  noisily  against  the  leaves, but  at  least  it  was  sheltered in  Spottedleaf’s  clearing.

“Firepaw,”  Bluestar  meowed  urgently  as  he  arrived at  her side, “If what Dustpaw said was true, do you know where Yellowfang would go?”

Firepaw couldn’t  help  remembering  the  last  time  he  had come  to  this  clearing.  An image  of Spottedleaf, coat  gleaming  in  the  sunlight as she gave him different herbs to sniff  burned in  his  mind, and he closed  his  eyes  to preserve  it.

“Focus,”  snapped Bluestar, “you must  save  your grieving  for later.”

Firepaw  shook himself out and spoke.

“I…I saw  Yellowfang  go  through the  camp boundary after the  kits  went missing.”

Bluestar  gazed steadily  at  him.

“I  want  you to  find her and bring  her back alive.  I need  to  know  the  truth.”

“You’re  not  sending  Tigerclaw?”  Firepaw  couldn’t  help  asking.

“His judgment is skewed, as is everyone's.”  Bluestar explained. “He  wants  to  give  the  Clan  the  vengeance  it  desires.  No  cat  can  blame  him  for that. The  Clan believes  Yellowfang  has  betrayed  us, and if  Tigerclaw  thinks  he  can reassure  the  Clan  by giving  them  the dead  body of Yellowfang,  that’s  what  he  will  do.” Firepaw  nodded. She  was right about that. Tigerclaw  would kill Yellowfang  without  question. Bluestar  looked stern for a  moment.

“If I find that  Yellowfang  is  a  traitor, then  I will kill her  myself.  But if  she  is  not…”  Her  blue  eyes  burned  into  Firepaw’s.  “I  will not  let  an  innocent  cat  die.”

“But  what  if  Yellowfang  won’t  come  back?”  Firepaw  whispered frantically.

“She  will,  if  you  ask her.” Firepaw  was  stunned by Bluestar’s  faith in  him.  The  enormity of what  she  was  asking  him  to  do weighed down on him, and he couldn't help but wonder how he could handle this. His nighttime plan had been in the heat of the moment, but now it seemed like they actually were depending on him to go to ShadowClan!

“Go at once!”  she  ordered. “But  be  careful;  you will be  on  your own and there  may be  enemy patrols about. This storm  will keep our own warriors  in  camp  for  a  while.” Thunder rolled overhead as  Firepaw  dashed  out  into  the  clearing.  Rain  hammered down, pelting  against his  fur like  tiny stones.  A  bolt  of lightning  lit  up the  faces  of Darkstripe  and Longtail  as  they  watched him cross  the clearing. Firepaw  bounded past  the  nursery. He  couldn’t  leave  without  sharing  tongues  with  Spottedleaf. The other cats  had run for shelter, abandoning  the  medicine  cat’s  body to  the  downpour while  they  huddled beneath the  dripping  ferns,  meowing  their fear  and loss. Firepaw  buried his  nose  in  Spottedleaf’s  wet  fur and breathed in  her scent  one  last  time. “Thank you for everything you've taught me, my friend.  It was an honor to learn from you.” He  murmured. His  ears  pricked as  he  overheard the  voices  of Frostfur and Speckletail  talking  nearby. He  froze, straining  to  listen.

“Do you think Dustpaw is right? Could Yellowfang truly be saving my kits?”

“If she knows who did this, then it shall be a test of her loyalties. We will see exactly how grateful she is to us, but we will get those kits back.” Speckletail growled fiercely.

Firepaw turned to find Greypaw and Sandpaw racing over to him.

“We need to get Ravenpaw out of ThunderClan as quickly as possible!” Sandpaw insisted. “Or Tigerclaw just might kill him!”

“What?! When did Tigerclaw-?” A streak of lighting made Firepaw turn for the nursery, where a betrayed Dustpaw stood guard over a shocked Ravenpaw.

“Frostfur, we only wanted to make sure everyone else was okay!”

“Get as far away from the nursery as possible!” The white queen snarled. “Because my kits are definitely not okay thanks to that traitor!”

“Dustpaw, Ravenpaw, let's go!” Firepaw insisted.

The  apprentices  rushed  toward the  camp  entrance, their fur flattened by the  howling  wind. As  they entered the  gorse  tunnel,  a  voice  called them  back.

“Where  are all of  you going?” It  was  Tigerclaw. Firepaw  whirled around, feeling  his  heart  sink. He  wondered desperately what  he  could say, when  he spotted Bluestar  striding  toward them. She  frowned for a  moment;  then  her face cleared.

“Well done, Firepaw,” she meowed. “I see you’ve persuaded your friends to go with  you. ThunderClan has  brave apprentices, Tigerclaw,  if they  are  willing  to  run  an  errand  in  weather  like  this.”

“Surely this  is  not  a  time  for errands?”  objected Tigerclaw.

“One  of Brindleface’s  kits  has  a  cough.”  Bluestar’s  voice  was  icily  calm. “Firepaw  has  offered to fetch some  coltsfoot  for her.”

“Does  he  really  need  all of the apprentices?”  asked Tigerclaw.

“In this  storm,  I think he’s  lucky to  have  the  company!”  answered  Bluestar. She  looked deep  into Firepaw’s  eyes, and he  was  suddenly aware  of the  trust  she  was  placing  in  him.  

Off you go, you lot,”  she meowed. Firepaw  returned  her gaze  gratefully.

“Thank you,”  He  panted, dipping  his  head. With  a  swift  glance  at his  companions,  he  led  the  way  along  the  familiar  paths  toward  Fourtrees.

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Rise of the Sha: Chapter 16

章十六 Chapter 16

General Nazgrim scowled at Ji Firepaw, brow etched with surprise that quickly transmuted to rage.

“Did the Warchief not command you: never engage Deathwing!” he roared.

“Yes, general—he did,” Ji said. “But I had a good reason…”

“I don’t care—you’re lucky he didn’t rip your damned head off!  Perhaps he should have.  At least then you won’t make the same bumbling mistake again!”

Ji bowed his head, shrinking back at the unbraiding.

“You know what?  Perhaps you should report your findings to Hellscream himself.  Tell him everything—including your mistake.  And then let’s see what he does about it.”

His eyes bored into Ji for a moment, then he turned and stormed down the path. Ji fell in behind, obeying the silent command. The raised huts of Grookin Hill passed quickly, the path taking them to the outskirts of the Horde-aligned village. The ring of hammers on metal, the crackle of fire, and the grunts of workers greeted them, the sound of weapons being forged and armor tempered. 

Nazgrim would change these backwards Hozen primitives into soldiers.

All for the glory of the Horde. 

He brought the Pandaren to a large carved ring, arcane-saturated minerals glinting in the dappled light filtering through he forest.  The air seems to ripple as they moved in front of it, an image of the dark, cavernous throne room of Grommash Hold appearing.

Garrosh Hellscream’s golden eyes burned hotly at the center of the image, flickering firelight cast over his armor and the throne he sat on.

Garrosh’s lips pulled over his tusks, a fierce sneer twisting the edges of his mouth.

“Warchief,” said Ji, sweeping into a deep bow.

“What have you to report?”

Ji glanced to Nazgrim out of the corner of his eyes.

“Oh, no, you can tell him everything,” said Nazgrim his tone ice. “Go on…”

“I…discovered Deathwing,” said Ji, trying to swallow his fear. “I can confirm he is on Pandaria.”

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” Garrosh asked, irritation creeping into his tone.

“He was at Honeydew, the village that is considering joining the Horde,” he said.

“What was he doing in this village?  I want to hear everything, no matter how unimportant it may seem.  No detail is too small where Deathwing is involved.”

“He…was talking to a barmaid,” he said. “A beer seller.  Drinking Honeybrew with her.”

“Oh yes,” Garrosh chuckled. “The one claiming the title of ‘Earth-Warder’ is a pathetic drunk.  The only difference between the drunken vagabonds sprawled beside the taverns and Deathwing is…well…he can damage the planet while drunk. Let’s just say a drunken Worldbreaker is worse than a sober one..”

“I did not catch what they were talking about.” He swallowed, then continued.

“I…found someone from the Wandering Isle.  She…was an old acquaintance of mine.  She…”

“Yes?” Garrosh cocked an eyebrow.

“She…she was heading for Deathwing. So…I…”

“Tell him what you did…” Nazgrim growled.

Ji’s paws curled, and he pressed his lips together.

“I am waiting,” said Garrosh.

“I tried to stop her…”

“Why?”

“I…thought she might be…useful to our cause,” said Ji. “Another noble monk on the side of the Horde would be an advantage…but then she started walking towards Deathwing.”

“And why was she walking towards Deathwing?”

“I…don’t know—she wouldn’t tell me,” he said. “So, I tried to stop her.  I hit her over the head, and was going to take her away. But Deathwing interfered. He used his powers, and the earth rolled like a wave, bringing her to him.”

“And then, what happened?” Garrosh asked.  His eyes seemed to flash as he spoke, muscles tightening along his neck.

“I demanded that he let her go,” said Ji. “He…looked like he was using…shaman healing on her.  I…I…”

“What did you do?”

“I attacked Deathwing.  Only I couldn’t land a single punch.  His movements, his command over the elements.  They were…even when focusing on healing someone, he could strike with precision.  I’ve never seen anyone move like that, command the elements like that.  Not even the few Pandaren honored to be shaman could manage it…like…”

“You attacked Deathwing!?” Garrosh asked. “Did I not tell you force cannot stop him?  Now he knows your face!  He knows to avoid you!  You were to remain in the shadows, follow him from a distance.  Not interact! Not start a fight!  Just how much an idiot are you, to fail such a simple instruction?”

“I am sorry, Warchief,” said Ji. “But you must know—Deathwing…the way he was using the elements.  It looked like…”

“I know what it looks like!” said Garrosh. “After Theramore, when my army was returning home, victorious…he struck!  The very ground opened up, much like on Draenor long ago. That monstrosity broke the world to swallow my army!”

“I know,” said Ji. “Warchief, you said that I was to discover information on Deathwing.  I have information.”

“You can’t provide more than what you told me,” said Garrosh. “Not after you let him know you’re there.  Not after you completely fouled it all up by starting a fight with him.”

The Warchief crossed his arms, emitting a disgusted snort.

“Tell me, what happened?” he asked. “What part of your ego did he bruise?”

“He didn’t strike at me, not offensively.  He just restrained or deflected.  He spoke even…”

“What did he say?”

“He…said you slaughtered his children, enslaved them,” he said. “That the attack on the Barrens, the winter that followed…they were because you hurt his family.”

“He sided with the Alliance,” said Garrosh. “He knew that they would be expendable targets.”

“Then…perhaps he found the army to be an expendable target…” said Ji.

“Do not question me!” Garrosh roared, anger making him loom larger. “You are a mewing babe compared to this war—a war spanning nearly thirty years.

Neltharion must pay for his crimes, as must his kin. We will bring such monsters to justice!  His kin pay their own debts, and serve as collateral against his own! For he owes us a planet!”

“He…voiced an opinion on that as well,” Ji said, speaking with careful delicacy. “He claimed you were foolish to fault him for Ner’zhul’s mistakes.  That if you insisted in blaming him for Ner’zhul’s destruction of Draenor, he would blame the Horde for the deaths of his children…even those that did not participate in the attacks on Theramore.”

“Did I not explain role he played?” Garrosh ground out. “Ner’zhul could never have gotten the artifacts he used to destroy Draenor without Deathwing’s help. And the so-called ‘Aspect of Earth’, Deathwing, would have known what they could do better than anyone! He is just as guilty as Ner’zhul, Teron Gorefiend, and the others who conspired to destroy our home.  Destroying an Alliance outpost and an infestation of black dragons doesn’t even begin to pay for those who died when Draenor was destroyed! Remember that the next time he moans about his monstrous children— that he destroyed an entire world, and he and his children nearly did the same to this one!  Do not lose sight of the truth, Ji Firepaw.  I warned you he would try to get under your defenses, corrupt you. I warned you. But you didn’t listen. Now, will you listen?”

“Yes, Warchief,” said Ji.

“I will give you one chance to redeem your failure,” said Garrosh. “Do not make me regret it.  If you do, another will do my work.”

“Yes, sir,” said Ji. “But…I have more news.”

Garrosh took in a deep breath: “What other news do you have to share?”

“It concerns a legend—the legend of the Great Beast, one of the Sacred Beasts…”

“Great Beast?  What is this legend?”

“It was told even on the Wandering Isle,” said Ji.  “The Great Beast taught the shaman how to harness the power of the elements, speak their language.  And he taught all Pandaren to respect the land.  Other legends tell of a darkness in the land, a darkness that feed on doubt, despair, and other negative emotions.  They say the Great Beast knew…we think he knew…that the shades were there. So when he gifted the Pandaren the will to free ourselves from oppression, he reminded us to be mindful of the land.”

“Who is this Great Beast from your legends?” Garrosh asked.

“A terrible, fierce creature, but also beautiful, graceful,” said Ji. “A winged creature as great as the mountains…” his brow furrowed. “Scales as black as night, but glistening like diamonds, with a mane of glowing crystals.”

“A great black beast as big as a mountain, with a mane of crystals?” Garrosh asked his brow raising.

“Who could command the elements as if they were an extension of his form,” he said. “Much like what happened during my fight with…Neltharion.”

Garrosh chuckled: “And why are you telling me this?”

“Because,” said Ji, taking a deep breath. “Neltharion is the Great Beast of Legend.”

The Warchief burst into a guffaw.

“Kites and serpent riders from the Temple of the White Tiger and the Jade Serpent are spreading the news,” said Ji. “The Jade Serpent confirmed it.  I saw him fly over Grookin Village and she was by his side, announcing him to all below.”

Garrosh continued to laugh at the news.

“He is the one who set a fire in the hearts of all Pandaren, who stood up against a tyrant long ago, the one who built Kun-Lai as a show of strength, the one who gave our shamans the Gift of the Elements…he is Neltharion, Daiyaju, the Great Beast. They say that the mists falling brought him home. And the news is spreading like wildfire.”

“Glorious,” said Garrosh.

“Warchief, this could undermine everything you set me to do,” said Ji. “The populace won’t believe that Neltharion is a Destroyer of Worlds, not when the Jade Serpent stands by his side and confirms who he is.”

General Nazgrim came around to the front of the portal.

“Nazgrim!” said Garrosh. “Can you believe what he is saying?”

“Our other agents confirm it,” said Nazgrim.

“Oh, this is better than I could have hoped for!” Garrosh laughed. “Oh, no propaganda of mine could hope to create the tsunami of disappointment and hostility that Neltharion has placed himself in front of.  The Earth-Warder has dug himself a bigger grave than any of us could ever hope to do.”

“Hellscream sir,” began Nazgrim. “I don’t quite follow.”

“Don’t you see?” Garrosh asked. “This Great Beast of legend, spoken of in ages of old— that is not the Neltharion that exists today!  He is a broken shadow of what he used to be.  All their expectations, their rose-colored glasses…all their hopes and dreams come true. It will all implode upon itself!  And I will watch their world crumble when they discover the truth.  No greater damage could ever be done, than to see that fool Neltharion be flattened by the weight of his own legend.”

“Genius,” said Nazgrim.

“Exactly!” said Garrosh. “This is more than I could ever hope for!  More than I could ever dream!”

“So, what is the plan?” Nazgrim said.

“Say nothing overt for now,” said Garrosh. “Don’t spread any news about Deathwing.  Let them hope, let them dream. And support their hopes: That the noble Great Beast of Legend is a blessing to all of us!”

“But wouldn’t that be lying?” Ji asked. “He created a winter in Kalimdor, he caused worldwide mass destruction.  The Cataclysm…”

“Yes, the Cataclysm,” said Garrosh. He paused in thought, lifting his thick fingers to his chin. “Spread what he has done, but subtly. Hint at it. Gently, not forcefully as you did before. Let the words fill the backroom of every tavern and reach the ear of every village gossip. Prepare them for the moment when they discover their sheep is truly a wolf in disguise.  I want to see their hopes crumble when the bumbling fool Earth-Warder finally slips up. And when they realize that we who were right all along, they will come flooding to us with minds clear of doubt.”

Ji and Nazgrim both nodded.

“Keep me informed,” said Garrosh as his image faded from the ring. Ji sighed, turning back to Nazgrim.

“Bumbling fool?” he asked. “Garrosh told me that was an act—one Deathwing used to fool us.  He spoke of Deathwing as a cunning and crafty foe. And dangerous.”

“He is dangerous,” said Nazgrim. “But the words Hellscream used were simple— decades of history condensed into a short explanation of why Neltharion is our greatest enemy.  In truth, since the end of the Cataclysm Deathwing has lost all sensibility. And it has only made him more dangerous.”

“Deathwing was focused, methodical and effective; Neltharion is erratic, incompetent, and prone to bursts of violent, chaotic emotion.”

“Some shamans say that the Earth-Warder will heal this world.  But Garrosh knows better.  Neltharion will destroy this world if left unchecked; such power in his hands will only bring destruction and misery. As it did to the Barrens, as it did to Ironforge. ”

“So, we are saving this world from a broken guardian?” Ji asked.

“Yes,” said Nazgrim. “That is the truth, monk. Perhaps tens of thousands of years ago Neltharion was a great protector, worthy of respect…but those days have long turned to dust, and that person is long since lost to history. His purpose is exhausted, and his former role obsolete. Now he is the greatest threat facing this world and its people, one that serves no purpose other than to bring destruction and misery.”

“But he is the Great Beast…” said Ji. “I…attacked the Great Beast.”

Nazgrim took hold of his arms, yanking him forward to stare deep into his brown eyes.

“That creature is gone,” he said. “Do not forget it.  You have seen the evidence of what he is now. What he can do.  The power he wields has only brought destruction, suffering and death. And that is all it will ever bring with him as the wielder.”

“I will not forget,” said Ji, lowering his head. The images of the ravaged barrens struck his mind, the lifeless grey wastes where lively villages once stood, the haunted eyes and hacking coughs of orphaned children, lungs full of grey ash. “The Great Beast my ancestors knew…is no more.”

“Yes,” said Nazgrim. “Remember the Warchief’s words.  We cannot hope to defeat a monster like Neltharion through strength of force, but through imposing our greater will over his. We must outthink him.”

“Yes, sir,” said Ji.  He paused in thought, bushy eyebrows furrowing. A moment was needed to cast for the correct words to avoid upsetting the general.  He looked up to Nazgrim, taking a deep breath. “How complete was what he told me?”

“What do you mean?”

“About Draenor,” said Ji. “Did Neltharion truly destroy Draenor?”

Nazgrim sighed at the question, reaching up to brush his topknot.

“Yes, Deathwing made it possible, though he was not the one to pull the trigger,” he said. “That dishonor belongs to Ner’zhul. Did he tell you of the war with the Draenei, and what followed?”

“No, he did not.”

“Garrosh’s anger is great, and justified,” said Nazgrim. “But the war with the Draenei devastated the ecology of our planet. Azeroth was denied us after defeat by the Alliance, so there was no choice but to look elsewhere, or starve. At that moment Deathwing approached and offered his services— the moment of our greatest weakness.”

Nazgrim flinched at the admission of weakness, quickly catching himself and suppressing the expression. He continued, tone rising.

“In exchange for uncontested access to Draenor, Deathwing helped Ner’zhul and Teron Gorefiend acquire the artifacts Ner’zhul later used to destroy Draenor. And a creature like Deathwing would have fully understood what they could do. Indeed, he even possessed one of them—the Skull of Gul’dan—for a time, and would have studied it extensively. It is to our misfortune that Deathwing was defeated by the mage Khadgar and left Draenor, as he escaped the justice of being on Draenor when it was destroyed…”

“He left his eggs?” asked Ji.

“Yes,” said Nazgrim. “Left them to the raging storm of the Twisting Nether. Some died, but others survived, mutated from the energies. They became Nether Dragons.”

“How could a father leave his children?” Ji asked. “When he spoke to me about how much he cared for them…”

“That was Deathwing,” said Nazgrim. “Neltharion…might have acted different.”

“So, Neltharion being of two minds is true?”

“Perhaps. There is no evidence it is true beyond his behavior. And Deathwing has fooled many with that type of deception before,” said Nazgrim. “But know this: Neltharion is accountable for Draenor regardless. He had a hand in it. Ner’zhul is dead; he has paid for his sins. So has Teron. The only one left is Neltharion. And all must answer for their crimes.”

He placed his hands behind his back.

“Garrosh knows he can never truly secure this world as long as Neltharion is allowed to be free,” he said. “Our war with the Alliance is a minor scuffle compared to the danger Neltharion presents.  We must always keep him in the fore of our mind.  The next time you see him, remember your failure and take it as a lesson.  Do not underestimate his power.  Undermine him with wits, not fists.”

“I will remember,” said Ji. “It’s just that…what you are asking, it goes against the path of the Houjin.  We are about the way of might.”

“Then perhaps you should take a page from the Tushui,” said Nazgrim.

“Because wits are what we need where Neltharion is involved.  We need crafty warriors, not dumb brutes that try to knock heads with a physical god just because he was healing the warrior’s love interest!”

Ji turned away, silently fuming under his shaggy fur. 

“Don’t be so cocky—you cannot physically defeat a being like Neltharion in a straight fight,” said Nazgrim. “We cannot afford to make that mistake again— the people can not bear his wrath another time.  Do you understand?”

“How could we hope to defeat a monster like that?”

“Not with fists,” said Nazgrim. “But with wits. And that is how we will defeat him. Garrosh plays a delicate chess game against Neltharion. And you must learn to play your part as he directs.”

“Yes, sir.”

He entered the library, carefully navigating stacks of well-worn books and elegant scrolls. Lorewalker Stonestep trailed him by a respectful half-step, chest puffed out in Pride at assisting the one known as the Great Beast. Neltharion paused, an elegant bamboo wall scroll catching he eye. The painting was of a landscape, verdant misty hills separated by a cascading waterfall, billowing clouds rising high into the sky.

Though that was not what caught his eye.

For crowning the clouds was an elegant back dragon, crystals on his black gleaming, replacing the position of the sun. Its paw was outstretched, soothing and sculpting the landscape, guiding the artist’s brush.

“It is an old story,” Stonestep inserted, voiced hushed. “The artist is in the image, not outside it.”

“The artist is the black dragon?” Neltharion asked.

“The artist is you…”

“But…who painted the image?”

“That red seal in the corner is the artist’s mark,” he replied.

Neltharion leaned over to study the seal. In a moment he rumbled, pulling away with dismay.

“It’s my name,” he said. “But…I can’t paint…”

“You sculpted the landscape the artist was trying to capture,” said Stonestep.

“He felt unworthy to call the painting his own…”

“So he signed it with my name?”

“He was doing as honor demanded, as it was not his place to take credit for the landscape,” he said.

“I really don’t get this culture,” Neltharion sighed. “Are there more paintings like this?”

The archivist motioned for him to follow, approaching a wide tapestry woven in crimson, black jet, and brilliant lavender. His older visage stood out from the image, standing nobly as a Pandaren held a cub before him.  The visage’s paw was outstretched over the child’s head, his pose one of blessing.  Halos wrapped both their heads, flashing brilliant in gold thread. 

His brow arched up in confusion at the sight, jaw parting in surprise.

“I…have a halo?”

“Aureola, actually,” said Stonestep. “The iconography is symbolic of the reverence due the Great Beast…the reverence due to you.”

“Honestly, it makes me into something I’m not…” he started, struggling for words. “Holy.  I am not holy.  Or sacred, or anything.  I’m…not…it just makes me more than I really am.”

“Apologies, Great Beast,” said Stonestep, with a quick bow. “I beg forgiveness if these images offend you…”

“No!” Neltharion sputtered. “No…nonono…it’s just that…it is an idealized image.  It depicts something I am not.  I’m not grand or sacred…I’m just…Neltharion.  The image and reality do not match…it makes me out to be something I never was.”

“It doesn’t offend me.”  He quickly added, lowering his head. “But I cannot live up to…what it…what you all saw me as.  I don’t even know what I could have done to deserve imagery like that.”

“Well, this image is of you blessing the new born prince,” said Stonestep.

 “Prince Shaohao.  The aureola around the cub is especially detailed because he will be our blessed Emperor.  And that blessing came from you—the legends say you had a premonition of what would happen during his reign.  So you gifted him the power to save Pandaria from the demons.”

Neltharion scratched his chin, rumbling as he shook his head.

“How much of these legends are truth and how much is…spiced up…?” he asked.

“They are all true,” said Stonestep. “Though different storytellers add their own flavoring…some embellishing here, others there.  But they are all truth. Our accuracy is our duty.  For we must make sure all remember you…”

“Right…” Neltharion huffed again. “You…remembered…of me.  Just not everything—not my name.”

“Your name, regrettably, had been lost over the centuries,” said Stonestep. “But now that you are here, we can repair that dishonor.  Edit the old stories to add your name, ensuring future generations will never forget.”

“Could you…just replace Great Beast…or Sacred Beast with…Dragon Aspect…or Earth-Warder?”

“Whatever for?”

“If you’re going to have any reference to me…make sure it’s the right one.”

He paused, struggling for words, before continuing in a rush.

“I’m not sacred. I’m not great.  I am just…the Earth-Warder.  That is my duty.  It’s not glamorous.  I just don’t want anyone to think that I am…something I am not.  I’m not a sacred anything.  I’m not worthy of such a title.  Not anymore.”

“Oh…alright,” said Stonestep, a hint of disappointment in his tone. “I’ll have my assistants to go through all the manuscripts and prints and make the proper edits.”

“No…no you don’t have…” Neltharion began. “I mean…I…damn it…”  he exhaled, exasperated. “You don’t have to put yourself out of shape for me.  Just…understand I’m not the grand being you all revere.  That part of the legends is not true. I don’t deserve such praise.”

“Modesty,” said Stonestep, brow scrunched in thought. “That I can understand.  Never have I seen such a stately being be so…humble…about whom you are.” “I am not being modest,” said Neltharion. “I am being truthful.  I do not deserve your appraise.  I am not worthy of it.  There’s nothing humble about what I am saying.  I…can’t even begin to explain why…or how to put it in a context that you would understand.”

“I see,” said Stonestep.

Neltharion huffed another sigh, shoulders slumped and wings sagging like a soggy cloak.

“Never mind,” he whispered. “Sorry I said anything. This is all a bit much for me. Because your idea of who I am…and the reality of who I am…who I know I am…they don't match. I just…don’t want any of you to be disappointed, or lose faith in what you’ve accomplished without me.”

“Is there anything else you want me to show you, Great B—”

“Neltharion,” he interrupted.

“Neltharion,” Stonestep amended.

“No, there isn’t,” he said. “Well…maybe one thing.  Um…do you have anything written by Lorewalker Cho?  About me taking on Lei Shen…raising Kun-Lai…anything like that?”

“Oh, yes, I do. Let me see…”

Neltharion paused, giving a scratch to his chin.

“Are there any books on Malygos, by any chance?” he asked.

“Malygos?” Stonestep asked. “Who is Malygos?”

“He is the…he was the Aspect of Magic,” he replied. “He was like me…one of the guardians…big blue dragon…”

“Hmmm…do you mean the Shugokugeki-ju?” Stonestep asked.

“The who?” he asked.

“I can show you,” he said.

He followed Stonestep down a long wooden corridor, softly lit with glowing lamps. A group of pandaren entered the corridor as they approached the end, the quiet murmur of their conversation reaching his ears. They glanced in his direction and the sound cut off abruptly, their eyes blown wide in surprise. The soft shoof of swishing robes followed a moment later, the entire group bowing deeply in his direction. 

He halted in front of them, startled. Necklaces dangled from their necks, brilliant stone beads shining in five different colors. He stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what was expected, before turning to follow Stonestep into the shrine. Paws reached out to grace his black scales as he passed, muscles twitching at their touch. He picked up his pace, hurrying through the opening. A small shrine greeted him, five colored candles burning, each corresponding to a specific color…the color of the Dragonflights.  They stood in tower, black candle on the bottom. A yellow candle stood above, then red and green candles in sequence. At the top a blue candle burned brightly. A broad, bamboo scroll filled the wall above, stylized images of the Aspects standing out in Red, Black, Blue, Yellow, and Green.  Stroke-like characters linked the forms, connecting them to each-other.

“These are the Shensei-ju, Sacred Beasts,” said Stonestep. “You can see your image…in between the Yellow and Red  Beasts.”

“Yellow Beast?  Is that Nozdormu?  He’s bronze, actually.  Or in between bronze and gold.  He’s like a brassy color, actually.”

The Archivist inhaled at the correction, then continued, dismissing the words.

“You are known as the Shugodo-ju,” he said, pointing to the black dragon. “The Beast of Earth.  Earth…as in matter…and its forms.  You are stability and reflection.”

“That’s the name the Pandaren know me by? Not just the Great Beast?”

“That is your title,” said Stonestep. “Your name in our language is Daiyaju.”

“And the other Aspects…Shensei-ju…”

“Shugohi-ju…she is the Beast of Fire,” he said, pointing the red dragon in the image. “She represents the vibrancy of life.  Fire is the element of life.”

“Alexstrasza, the Life-Binder,” said Neltharion.

“Then there is Shugokugeki-ju,” said Stonestep, pointing to the blue dragon. “He represents energy and spirit. From the willpower to move earth and sky, to the spontaneous joy of existence. And from the pure thought of heaven, to the spontaneous spark of creativity.”

“That’s Malygos alright,” Neltharion smiled. “Don’t know about Kalec though…”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“The next is the Beast of Water,” said Stonestep. “Shugomizu-ju…she represents the fluid, formless things of the world. She covers growth and adaptation—as water conforms to a container, or plants follow the sun.”

“Shugofu-ju…the Beast of Wind,” said Stonestep, pointing to the yellow dragon. “He represents the winds of change, the freedom of choice and movement. Much as the elusive and evasive wind carves ever-changing paths across a desert, he carves paths through the possibilities of existence.”

He cleared his throat.

“So… do you have anything written about the…Shugokugeki-ju…Malygos…then?” Neltharion asked.

“We do,” said the Archivist. “An old story called Kugeki Tsuru o Otozure…When the Sky Visited the Crane.  It’s one of the young cubs’ favorites…so full of funny jokes and games the Shugokugeki-ju played with Chi-Ji.”

“That does sound like what Malygos would do,” said Neltharion. “May I have both?”

“Certainly,” said Stonestep. “We have several copies of both stories and we often given them out to children who visit. They always want to know the tale of the Great Beast…and friends.”

His deep booming laugh echoed through the shrine, head wagging at the absurdity.  Lorewalker Stonestep returned with two thin books, both written on decorative, stiff paper bound with gold and red silken ropes and tassels.  He shifted through the books, taking note of how detailed the illustrations were, the care the artist took with their craft.  Curious, he looked to the author of the books, and found a surprise: Lorewalker Cho.

“We have a printing press in the back,” said Stonestep. “We are always printing off copies of these books for the children.”

“I…didn’t know I was a character in a favorite children’s story,” Neltharion grinned. “That’s…wonderful.”

“Not just the character, but the hero of the story…”

“Not the villain,” said Neltharion. “Even better.”

“Are you not the hero in the stories told by the Outsiders?”

“I’m afraid they aren’t as…informed as you are,” said Neltharion. “But thank you.”

He gently tied the books to the red rope that circled his neck, adjusting them to sit against the flask he carried.

Satisfied he had what he needed, he asked Stonestep to show him out of the archives.  Yu’lon was waiting for him in the courtyard outside, looking as regal and elegant as her statue.  She dipped her head in greeting as Neltharion approached.

“What do you think of our archives, Neltharion?” she asked.

“Impressive,” Neltharion replied. “I got a couple stories that I wanted to read.  And I have a better idea of how the Pandaren see me and the other Aspects.  Apparently they are a part of the mythology here as well…”

“They are not quite as ingrained as you,” said Yu’lon. “However, Malygos visited nearly as often as you.”

“Malygos spoke of Chi-Ji,” said Neltharion.

“Yes, they are good friends,” said Yu’lon. “Just like you and I once were…and what I hope we can be again.”

“Sure!” Neltharion said. “It’s good to…have friends.  Right now, I don’t have many because…”

“I understand why,” said Yu’lon gently interrupted. She moved closer, placing a paw upon his great chest. “I will not…share what you told me…not yet.  They will not quite understand what happened.”

“I know.”

“And I would suggest you be discrete about the events of the last 10 thousand years,” said Yu’lon. “Especially about those concerning yourself.”

“I know,” said Neltharion. “But…it won’t remain secret for long.  Not with the Horde and the Alliance telling their own versions of my story.”

“We will cross that bridge when we come to it,” said Yu’lon. “And please, remember…don’t be a stranger.  I missed you these last 10 thousand years.  Pandaria wasn’t—isn’t— the same in your absence.”

“Thank you, Yu’lon,” He dipped his head, touching his snout to hers in goodbye.  He left through the temple gates, walking until he was certain he was a safe distance away. When sure, he spread his great wings and bounded into the sky.

Liu Flameheart glanced away from his departing figure, turning to Lorewalker Stonestep.

“So, what is the Great Beast like?” she asked.

“Not at all as I expected,” said Stonestep, a small note of doubt sounding in his voice.

Neltharion turned towards the southwest, flying to the Emperor’s Omen.  He wanted to see Cho, and speak with the author of the books he collected. To share the fragment of memory he had uncovered at Kun-Lai, and get Cho’s opinion of it.

The flight was quick, the gorge containing the fresco quickly coming into view. He gently landed, careful not to disturb the workers. He shifted smaller immediately, climbing the steep path to the ledge where Lorewalker Cho stood. Cho noticed him immediately, face lighting up as he saw Neltharion rise into view.

“Ah…Great Beast…Neltharion…you’ve returned!” he beamed. “How was your visit with the Jade Serpent?  Did she impart any wisdom to you?”

“Uh…no…actually she had a lot of questions for me,” Neltharion replied. “She wanted to know what has happened…since Pandaria and the rest of the world have been apart for 10 thousand years.”

“She would want to know of that…all of us want to know of that,” said Cho.

“She showed me Kun-Lai,” said Neltharion. “And…they are really big.  I can’t believe I built them so…huge.  She told me about the Grummles’ legend of me…Fortune-Bringer…”

“Oh, that story is a funny one!” Lorewalker Cho laughed. “One of my favorites too.”

“And I brought over two of the stories you wrote,” said Neltharion. “The Great Beast and the Thunder King…and When the Sky Visited the Crane.  Apparently you wrote one on my brother Malygos.  The crane one.”

“Ah, that one I wrote for the children,” he said. “The actual legend is a bit more… in depth.  So I cut a bit of it out and saved the parts that made the children laugh.”

Neltharion dipped his head, smiling softly.

“Malygos would love to know he made children laugh with a story,” he said. “He used to tell all sorts of fun tales…using his magic to stage the characters.  He’s…the Shugokugeki-ju…the Beast of Void…”

“I see Stonestep has told you the proper names for…yourself and the other Sacred Beasts,” said Cho. “He is quite regimented.”

“Yeah…and I think I made him a little mad…trying to tell him I’m not…all that great,” said Neltharion. “Probably shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yes, the way many of us see you is quite different from what you have stated of yourself,” said Cho. “I suppose you see yourself as…an Average Beast?  Not all that great?”

“More like an idiot beast,” said Neltharion. “After the Sundering, I…did things I’m not proud of.  I’ll just leave it at that.”

“Is that why the Outsiders I’ve spoken to regard you like a monster?” Cho asked.

Neltharion’s shoulders slumped heavily at the words, eyes boring into his forepaws.  He sighed heavily.

“I suppose there is a reason why they call you that?” Cho asked. “Or why they call you ‘Deathwing’?”

“I don’t know where to begin explaining that…” said Neltharion.

“Did you tell the Jade Serpent the story of that name?”

“Yes,” he said. “I told her as much as I could.  But I was truthful.”

“Good,” said Cho. “Could you tell me about this Deathwing then?  I grow confused when those adventuring outsiders talk of it…”

“Can it be privately?” Neltharion asked. “Away from all of them…”

“Of course,” said Cho, motioning for him to follow the path up the mountainside.  It opened to a red gate decorated with colorful lanterns, framing a quaint country manor.  A red cloud serpent rested on the ridge overlooking the Emperor’s Omen.  She raised her head and hissed at his presence, a soft whistling sound.

“Mishi!” Cho called. “I’ve brought a guest.  It’s alright, he’s friendly.”

The serpent turned to Neltharion and shook her shaggy black mane.  She huffed a puff of steam in distaste, circling around to coil herself away from him.

“Don’t mind her, she is not used to all the visitors coming by,” said Cho. “She’s been helping adventurers…and they’ve worn her out.  She’s getting a bit grumpy from all the strange faces.”

He opened the wide doors, gesturing Neltharion in.  They settled into the sitting room, piles of scrolls and landscape paintings, covering every surface. Cho stepped out for a moment, returning with a tea pot and a large bowl. He filled the bowl for Neltharion, then poured a small teacup for himself.

“Now…tell me what you can…”

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• A Dirty Shame was a crazy movie. I don’t understand that movie at all. I don’t get it, but I’d work with John Waters again in a heartbeat. He’s just a delight. – Selma Blair • A human life is just a heartbeat in heaven. – Robin Williams • A hundred hundred heartbeats…” whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face. – Garth Nix • A scary dream makes your heart beat faster. Why doesn’t the part of your brain that controls your heartbeat realize that another part of your brain is making the whole thing up? Don’t these people communicate? – George Carlin • A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • A span of a few heartbeats can make for a greater memory than the sum of a mundane year.-Catti-brie – R. A. Salvatore • A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place. – Kevin Brockmeier • A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev’s searching fingertips. Win’s heartbeat…the pulse that sustained his universe. – Lisa Kleypas • Abraham Lincoln is resolute, honest, has the best interest of the nation at heart, and he’s as ugly as homemade Sunday sin, so he is modest, too. I’d vote for that in an undead heartbeat. – Bill Oberst Jr. • Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat. – Gail Carriger • All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us. – Denis Johnson • And at any moment it all ends with a heartbeat…just one heartbeat, and there’s no more time. One heartbeat and the chance to be saved is gone. One heartbeat and there’s no more choosing—it’s all sealed for eternal life or eternal death. – Jonathan Cahn • And since time sets its own tempo, like a heartbeat or an ebb tide, timepieces don’t really keep time. They just keep up with it, if they’re able. – Dava Sobel • Any chance he’s turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?” “About as likely as me doing it.” Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. “I put him at the top of the list. – Michael J. Sullivan • Anything I’ve asked of MGM Grand, they’ve done for me in a heartbeat. They’re all about making entertainers and athletes happy. – Floyd Mayweather, Jr. • Around us, life bursts with miracles–a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there. – Nhat Hanh • As he gave a sleepy, growling groan, that hand disappeared under the sheet. Arizona’s lips parted, and her heartbeat tripped up. She cleared her throat. “Spencer?” Freezing, without moving any other body part, he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She frowned at him. He didn’t look super-startled, and he said nothing. He just started at her. With his hand still under there. “Yeah…” Semi-satisfied with his frozen reaction, she nodded at his lap. “You weren’t going for a little tug, were you? Because as your spectator, I’d just as soon not see it.” -Arizona and Spencer – Lori Foster • Assured of your salvation by the unique grace of our Lord Jesus Christ” is the heartbeat of the gospel, joyful liberation from fear of the Final Outcome, a summons to self-acceptance, and freedom for a life of compassion toward others. – Brennan Manning • Athletic ability can be taken away like that. It can all end in a heartbeat. – Tim Tebow

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I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine. – Jonathan Safran Foer • Being the foundation is what I live for, some people call it being in the pocket, some people call it a groove. I think it’s the heartbeat. There’s nothing that feels better than that. – Tommy Shannon • Breath and brevity are sisters; the long-winded is an enemy who muffles your heartbeat. – Shirley Geok-lin Lim • By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught. – Walt Whitman • Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it, something deserted. – Margaret Atwood • Christ used the flesh and blood of Mary for his life on earth, the Word of love was uttered in her heartbeat. Christ used his own body to utter his love on earth; his perfectly real body, with bone and sinew and blood and tears; Christ uses our bodies to express his love on earth, our humanity. A Christian life is a sacramental life, it is not a life lived only in the mind, only by the soul… Our humanity is the substance of the sacramental life of Christ in us, like the wheat for the host, like the grape for the chalice. – Caryll Houselander • Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It’s the rhythm of your life. It’s the expression in time and movement,in happiness, joy, sadness and envy. – Jacques d’Amboise • Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It’s the rhythym of your life. – Jacques d’Amboise • Do I miss football in Scotland? It keeps you really alive, that’s for sure. Your heartbeat fluctuates. I’m flatlining at the moment which is actually quite nice but you need to go up and down to stay alive. – Gordon Strachan • Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. “I come and go as I please,” you say, “swift as a heartbeat.” You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me. – Rumi • Don’t do it for the money. Follow the path to do what makes your heartbeat faster. Follow your passion. – Lynn Tilton • Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts and you run through it some more, and if it hurts worse, you run through it even more, and when you finish, you will have broken through. In the end, when you are done, and stretching, and your heartbeat slows, and your sweat dries, if you’ve run through the hard part, you will remember no pain. – Lauren Groff • Everybody gave 100%. I mean everyone, because they all knew that the film had the bones and the heartbeat of something that could be good. And everyone was in on it and wanted it for me and wanted it for Roger and Beau. – Pierce Brosnan • Felt my heartbeat falter, hesitate, then stumble awkwardly forward, tripping on the next beat, then the next, faster and faster until each one tumbled into the other like the drumroll of dominoes crashing together. Funny how time stands still when death is imminent. – Darynda Jones • Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep…wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you….The one who turns to his friends and says, ‘that’s her.’ – Chuck Palahniuk • Firepaw held the menacing amber gaze for few moments. Warrior and apprentice, for a heartbeat their eyes were locked as enemies. – Erin Hunter • Five is for five heartbeats, the length of time it takes to breathe in or out. For that is how quickly a life may change, for better or for ill. The time it takes to make up, or change, your mind. – Cameron Dokey • For at no time are any events predestined. There should be no such word in your vocabulary, for with every moment you change, and every heartbeat is an action, and every action changes every other action. – Seth • 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. – Veronica Roth • Genetics and beats? I feel like the drumbeat is a natural thing. Our heartbeat moves at a certain BPM. The drumbeat, being the first instrument, the platform for us, being that we all kind of come from that – it’s all beats. – Q-Tip • God had a heartbeat for 18-25 years old…the vast majority of whom don’t have a clue why they are on this planet. – Louie Giglio • God has called us into a place of tenderness, when nobody is looking, when there are no great decisions to make, when it’s just him and me in a hotel room, with no one to pray for, no one to preach to. When it is just two people in a room, that’s where you learn. That’s where you learn his heartbeat. That’s where you learn the presence. That’s where you learn the voice. It’s in the moments when nobody is watching, nobody is evaluating how good you’re doing. When it is just you and him. – Bill Johnson • He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn’t going to come. That’s it. That’s the last. He looked at the dark. I would like to take this opportunity, he said, to pray for another human being. – Denis Johnson • He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear. – Lucy Maud Montgomery • He had on bunny slippers. These had fangs. They all stared at them in silence for about a heartbeat, and then Shane said, “That is impressively wicked. Crazy, but wicked. – Rachel Caine • He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat. – Rachel Vincent • He was afraid that the secrets she’d kept would always be here, inside him, an ugly malignant thing lodged near enough to his heart to upset its rhythm, and though it could be removed, cut out, there would always be scars; bits and pieces of it would remain in his blood, making it wrong somehow, so that if he accidentally sliced his skin open, his blood would–for one heartbeat–flow as black as India ink before it remembered that it should be red. – Kristin Hannah

• He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat. – Cormac McCarthy • Her heartbeat was in her hands, her heart beat the way she moved her head, her whole body was her heart beating. – Tom Spanbauer • Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open. – Marissa Meyer • Here’s what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite. Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst. Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back. – Pat Conroy • His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. “I still don’t understand,” he says softly, “how she knew that it would work. – Veronica Roth • His gaze was a lot steadier than her heartbeat. “She’s the reason for those whispered phone calls I used to overhear, isn’t she?” “Don’t be silly. I was talking to my lover.” “She told me she lives at a place called Brookdale. After I hung up, I did a little research on the Web. Your talent for obfuscation continues to amaze me.” “Hey, I haven’t obfuscated in weeks. Makes you go blind. – Susan Elizabeth Phillips • Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath. – Rainbow Rowell • Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. – Rainbow Rowell • How do you know that? (Stryker) I know everything. I feel every heartbeat in the universe. Hear every scream for mercy and feel every tear of pain. (Jared) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • How was it that, even in the common tasks of an ordinary life, Jesus drew the praise of heaven? At the core of His being, He only did those things which pleased the Father. In everything, He stayed true, heartbeat to heartbeat, with the Father’s desires. Jesus lived for God alone; God was enough for Him. Thus, even in its simplicity and moment-to-moment faithfulness, Christ’s life was an unending fragrance, a perfect offering of incomparable love to God. – Francis Frangipane • I asked Chief Justice John Roberts about this definition of life – you know, what is life? The Supreme Court can’t figure it out or doesn’t want us to figure it out; the fact that we know that there is no life if there’s no heartbeat and brainwaves. – Tom Coburn • I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises. – Neil Armstrong • I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and I’m damned if I’m going to use up mine running up and down a street. – Neil Armstrong • I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek. Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet. Thundering, shaking the concrete. – The Notorious B.I.G. • I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope, Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP. Your insurance is high, but my price is cheap. – Kool Keith • I could fall for you in a heartbeat – Ken Follett • I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn’t. Wrath and Beth – J.R. Ward • I didn’t mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page. – Lisa Kleypas • I don’t audition for “on-air” commercials – the ones where your face can be seen. I’ve auditioned for voiceover campaigns that I haven’t gotten, but I don’t really want to be seen in a commercial unless it’s a product that I really love. Like, if Adidas asked me, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I did a Reebok commercial, one for Pep Boys, one for Dunkin’ Donuts. I auditioned for commercials, but I really couldn’t stomach it. It just didn’t feel right. – Michael Showalter • I don’t have any choice any more. I am in a choiceless awareness. I don’t have to be aware. I am simply aware. Now it is just like my heartbeat or like my breathing. Even if I try not to be aware, it is not possible; the very effort will make me more aware. Awareness is not a quality, a characteristic; it is your whole being. When you become aware, there is no choice left to be otherwise. – Rajneesh • I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by string and horse.Tell me everything won’t end in death. That everything doesn’t end with February. Dead wildflowers wrapped around a crying baby’s throat.I’ve slowed my heartbeat to three beats a minute. I’ve redrawn the clouds into birds, a fox chasing them into the mountains.I’m going to move my hand today.I vomit ice cubes.There’s a ghost next to me.Get up, Dad.(Light Boxes) – Shane Jones • I endorse only products I actually use. Like Wheaties keeps offering me money, but I don’t eat Wheaties, so I can’t do it. Now, if Rice Krispies or Frosted Flakes offered me a deal, I’d take it right away. Apple Jacks, I’d be on the box in a heartbeat. Apple Shaqs. Yeah. – Shaquille O’Neal • I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. “Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?” “Terrified,” he replies with a smile. – Veronica Roth • I feel like I’ve gotten an extraordinary opportunity to experience a sort of collective humanity. If you hug many people in such a short period of days you pick up on a communal energy, almost like feeling a giant heartbeat that everyone is beating together. – Rob Bell • I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys – Isaac Marion • I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers” Sam, Linger – Maggie Stiefvater • I grew up among strong women so I know what it’s like to be loved and humiliated in a heartbeat. – Chris O’Dowd • I have this great fear of people – not when I’m on the runway, but backstage. In a room full of people, I really suffer. I sort of go into a tunnel and I feel very removed. I get so tense, I can’t swallow, and my heartbeat goes way up. It still happens now, although I’m better at controlling it. – Linda Evangelista • I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can’t hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long – and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole. – Veronica Roth • I knew there was only one place to go. I sank down into the center of my soul, grew still, and listened to the Rabbi’s heartbeat. – Brennan Manning • I know I hated magic for a reason,” Janco said. “Congratulations. This is the first time you’ve had a VALID reason to hate something,” Ari countered. “Remember your campaign against sand?” “Sand! Horrid little stuff. Gets everywhere. I had a perfectly good argue–” “Janco.” Ari’s voice rumbled deep in his throat. In a heartbeat, Janco switched gears. “Well, this blood magic sounds worse than sand. – Maria V. Snyder • I know there’s some poetry that sort of sounds like daisies, but most of the good poetry is also [political], you can feel the heartbeat; it’s about some situation that concerns human beings under duress. It’s suggesting a solution, or just acknowledging that [the situation] exists. Art does that. – Toni Morrison • I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own. – Ruta Sepetys • I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though darkness had a soul, here, swaying to heartbeats roaring. – Marjorie M. Liu • I love you,” she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. “Yep, you do.” “You’re supposed to say it back,” she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. “Why?” He scowled down at her. “You know you’re my heartbeat. – Nalini Singh • I loved the idea that people dressed up to go to the gardens. Our work always has a utility point of view at its heartbeat and then other things come around it, so it really allowed us to use denims and suedes and gauzes, and those sorts of hard-working fabrics – workwear fabrics – and then contrast them with crepe de chine, beautiful florals and big jewelry. – Karen Walker • I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip – David Levithan • I most resemble Benjamin Button. I evolve. I attach myself to the heartbeat of whatever is going on at that particular time, or I just chart a new path. – J. B. Smoove • I need music. It’s like my heartbeat, so to speak. It keeps me going no matter what’s going on – bad games, press, whatever! – LeBron James • 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. – Veronica Roth • I think my heartbeat might be the Morse code for ‘inappropriate.’ – Rives • I thought that you had stood up for the free will & rights of humans in this town.” “Depends on the human,” Claire said. “As far as I know, Hitler had a heartbeat, and I wouldn’t vote him to be in charge. – Rachel Caine • I try hard to hold fast to the truth that a full and thankful heart cannot entertain great conceits. When brimming with gratitude, one’s heartbeat must surely result in outgoing love, the finest emotion we can ever know. – Bill W. • I used to skip school to go there when I was growing up in Newark, … I saw the Flamingos, the Heartbeats, Jackie Wilson, Chuck Jackson. – George Clinton • I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can’t hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift. – Sara Cox • I work between my heartbeat. I have one-and-a-half seconds to actually move. And at the same time I have to watch I don’t inhale my own work. – Willard Wigan • I would rather have strong enemies than a world of passive individualists. In a world of passive individualists nothing seems worth anything simply because nobody stands for anything. That world has no convictions, no victories, no unions, no heroism, no absolutes, no heartbeat. That world has rigor mortis. – Criss Jami • I would’ve done it for you in a heartbeat. – Julie James • If I could be a country music star, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d hit the road and just jam out. – Justin Deeley • If I had to give up cheese or chocolate, I’d give up chocolate in a heartbeat. – Amanda Peet • If I have to remove one to save ten, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. If I have to waterboard somebody to save a thousand people, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. – Sean Patrick Flanery • If it came down to that, I’d protect you in a heartbeat. – Nicholas Sparks • If there was another Dr. Quinn movie, I would do it in a heartbeat. – Joe Lando • If they asked me if I wanted to go into space tomorrow, I’d do it in a heartbeat. On the other hand, if they asked me if I wanted to go into training for three years and then go into space again, I’d probably say no. – Sally Ride • If you have a heartbeat, there’s still time for your dreams. – Sean Stephenson • If you put two brigades on the ground right now with U.S. forces, they would push ISIS back into Syria in a heartbeat. – Anthony Zinni • If you want to say something profound, writing from your heartbeat is different than writing from the loud voices you get from music. If they’re rapping from noise, it’s about robbing people. It’s that simple. – Russell Simmons • If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats. – Richard Bach • I’m a really athletic person – I’m not that coordinated, but I’m really athletic, so I would play a superhero doing my own stunts in a heartbeat. But hopefully not taking swings at people. That’s not a good idea for me. – Selma Blair • I’m not sure that people want to go back to the womb. People want to go back to the teats of your mother and hear your mother’s heartbeat. – Gaspar Noe • I’m on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible, But when I swing my swords they all choppable, I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper, Child educator, plus head amputator. – GZA • I’m sure you would have stopped it if you could have.” “In a heartbeat. – Kiera Cass • I’m the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat is hot. Step into my world and your heartbeat stop! – Aaron Dontez Yates • I’m very proud to be Canadian, but I would move to New York in a heartbeat. – Lexa Doig • In a heartbeat, a thousand voices took up the chant. King Joffrey and King Robb and King Stannis were forgotten, and King Bread ruled alone. “Bread.” they clamored. “Bread, Bread! – George R. R. Martin • In order to terminate a pregnancy, you have to still a heartbeat, switch off a developing brain. – Christopher Hitchens • In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably. – Melissa Marr • In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there? – Rumi • In the time just before the bombing of Pearl Harbor, when Perfidia opens, we were pre-psychologized. There were no concepts of identity, no politics of victimization. Reparation wasn’t in the language. Nobody thought about giving the great grandchildren of black slaves so much as $1.98. And all of a sudden the bombs hit, interventionism versus isolationism became a dead issue, and it was us-versus-them in a heartbeat. – James Ellroy • In this world, there are two times. There is mechanical time and there is body time.” “They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead, they listen to their heartbeats. They feel the rhythms of their moods and desires.” “Then there are those who think their bodies don’t exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o’clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock.- Alan Lightman • In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of consideration, I am getting beyond that. What about the sunflowers? What about The tulips, and the pines? Listen, all you have to do is start and There’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water Slipping over rocks? And speaking of stones, what about The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats So secret, so hidden it may take years Before, finally, you hear them? – Mary Oliver • It is a real issue, a measurement of our society, when we say it’s fine to destroy unborn life who has a heartbeat at 16 days post-conception. – Tom Coburn • It only takes one mistake,’ the Dan Banyan guy says, ‘and nothing else you ever do will matter.’ With his empty hand, he takes one of my hands. His fingers feel hot, fever-hot, and pounding with his heartbeats. He turns my hand palm-up saying, ‘No matter how hard you work or how smart you become, you’ll always be known for that one poor choice.’ He sets the blue pill on my palm, saying, ‘Do that one wrong thing- and you’ll be dead for the rest of your life.- Chuck Palahniuk • It took my breath away, that evening. If you’ve ever dreamed that you walked into your best-loved book or film or TV program, then maybe you’ve got some idea how it felt: things coming alive around you, strange and new and utterly familiar at the same time; the catch in your heartbeat as you move through the rooms that had such a vivid untouchable life in your mind, as your feet actually touch the carpet, as you breathe the air; the odd, secret glow of warmth as these people you’ve been watching for so long, from so far away, open their circle and sweep you into it. – Tana French • It’s time we put thoughts of lack behind us. It’s time for us to discover the secrets of the stars, to sail to an uncharted land, to open up a new heaven where our spirits can soar. But first we’ll have to make changes. And lasting change does not happen overnight. Lasting change happens in infinitesimal increments: a day, an hour, a minute, a heartbeat at a time… – Sarah Ban Breathnach • It’s weird how your perspective changes. At the start of your career, you think, ‘I just want to do cutting-edge work that makes people think.’ Now, I would do a blockbuster in a heartbeat. – Matthew Rhys • I’ve learned that I can’t do it all at once. So, you have to figure out your angle of attack. Coming in on the acting front, acting is a passion of mine. It’s a true love. Dancing, I kind of just fell into. Choreographing, the same thing. But making films, producing and directing, that’s the heartbeat of my existence. – Columbus Short • Laughter is the best way To make somebody’s heart beat – Robert Holden • Let me say, it’s – what a commentary it is on American media that you have to go to Russian television in order to get covered as a candidate in this election. It’s pretty outrageous. And our media could solve that in a heartbeat if they actually opened it up, you know, but they don’t. So I think that’s more commentary on the crisis in our media. – Jill Stein • Liam in Taken has been great to see. My boys love it. They love him. And there’s just the gravitas to it. It’s believable. You know the guy’s endured. You know the guy’s lived some life. Someone like Liam has lived a lot of life. Myself, I’ve lived a lot of life. There’s loss. There’s success. There’s loss. There’s doubts. And there’s some heartbeat there. – Pierce Brosnan • Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat. – Rob Thurman • Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying – a little shove toward the end. – Erich Maria Remarque • Life is more than breath and a heartbeat; meaning and purpose are the life of life. – Desmond Tutu • Life isn’t measured in minutes, but in heartbeats. – Joan Lowery Nixon • Like a heartbeat. Something inside me. Some dream. I think it’s being a dreamer as a child. Dreamy kids become actors, don’t they? – Michael Gambon • Louis-Cesare’s anger suddenly filled the small room like water, and in a heartbeat his eyes went from silver tinged to as solid as two antique coins. I sat frozen, awash in a sea of power. I was beginning to understand why Mircea had wanted him along, only Daddy had failed to mention anything about the hair-trigger temper. I guess he assumed the red hair would clue me in. – Karen Chance • Love is connected to the heart. When the Name of God Allah is synchronized with the heartbeat, it then travels through the blood to all the veins, reaches the spirits and awakens them. Then the spirits are rejuvenated and go into the Love of God. – Riaz Ahmed Gohar Shahi • Love is the heartbeat of all life. – Paramahansa Yogananda • Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don’t know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. […] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He’s got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it’s only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum. – William Golding • Music gets inside you, music captures you. Music becomes your heartbeat. It’s a drug and makes you feel whatever the song’s about. – Ed Westwick • music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, the breath. We’re walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn’t get to any other way. – Anne Lamott • Music is the elixir of life. It can mimic the heartbeats of our bodies and heal like a magic wand… The resonance it creates in our bodies cannot be replicated by any medicine. – Walter Mikac • My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why’s everything Gotta be so intense with me. – Katy Perry • My heart is fluid and soaring. There’s no longer any space between heartbeats. – Lauren Oliver • My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet. – Edith Wharton • My loving sister Mary has always shared the pain and pleasure of my heartbeat in a unique and special way. We have sung our sad and warm songs together. – John Henrik Clarke • Namby-pamby little routines that don’t speed up your heartbeat and make you sweat aren’t worth your while. – Jane Fonda • No, there is literally nothing on the business side that I wouldn’t sacrifice in a heartbeat to have an extra couple of hours’ writing. Nothing. – J. K. Rowling • Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death, were it not for literature. It grants us what nature does not: a golden time that doesn’t rust, a springtime that never wilts, cloudless happiness and eternal youth. [my translation] – Ludwig Borne • Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I’d be all over that in a heartbeat. – J. Lynn • 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. – Veronica Roth • Once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid. My blood pounded in my chest and I knew my heart’s strength would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name. – Anne Michaels • One has to reach to the absolute state of awareness: that is Zen. You cannot do it every morning for a few minutes or for half an hour and then forget all about it. It has to become like your heartbeat. You have to sit in it, you have to walk in it. Yes, you have even to sleep in it. – Rajneesh • One’s life story cannot be told with complete veracity. A true autobiography would have to be written in states of mind, emotions, heartbeats, smiles and tears; not in months and years, or physical events. Life is marked off on the soul by feelings, not by dates. – Helen Keller • Our breath, like our heartbeat, is the most reliable rhythm in our lives. When we become attuned to this constant rhythm, our breath can gradually teach us to come back to the original silence of the mind. – Donna Farhi • Our story opens in the mind of Luther L. (L for LeRoy) Fliegler, who is lying in his bed, not thinking of anything, but just aware of sounds, conscious of his own breathing, and sensitive to his own heartbeats. Lying beside him is his wife, lying on her right side and enjoying her sleep. – John O’Hara • Over the past year I’vediscovered if you keep on giving and giving, you end up losing yourself. I think that learning to give and receive is the trick. Perfect happiness is also a feeling, and the most amazing thing is that we were all born with the gift to make it happen in a heartbeat. Putting on certainmusic, reading something can make us feel a certain way. I think the key to happiness is allowing ourselves to not feel bad or guilty for feeling it, and letting it be contagious. And to not be dependent on other people to create your own happiness. – Brittany Murphy • Patients know in a heartbeat if they’re getting a clumsy exam. – Abraham Verghese • People who are in it for their own good are individualists. They don’t share the same heartbeat that makes a team so great. A great unit, whether it be football or any organization, shares the same heartbeat. – Bear Bryant • Perhaps the Wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silence that reminds us we live by grace. – Terry Tempest Williams • Promise to my momma I’ma make it to the Top..So I’ma keep climbing til my heartbeat drop – J. Cole • Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too. – Tahereh Mafi • Remember that reputation and integrity are your most valuable assets – and can be lost in a heartbeat. – Charlie Munger • Remember, we could solve this in a heartbeat with ranked-choice voting. The Democrats won’t pass it. This allows you to rank your choices and eliminates the intimidation and the fear. They won’t pass it; I know because I helped file the bill. Sixteen years ago in Massachusetts they could have solved the spoiler problem. They won’t do it because they rely on fear. The fact that they rely on fear tells you something very important. They are not on your side. For that reason alone, they do not deserve your vote. – Jill Stein • Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it. – Boris Pasternak • Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?” He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.” “To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?” “No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat. – Darynda Jones • Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for. – Andrea Gibson • Sarah Palin lacked the preparation or temperament to be one heartbeat away from the presidency, but what she possessed in abundance was the ability to inflame political passions and energize the John McCain campaign with star quality. – Roger Ebert • Scientists say every action initiates an equal and opposite reaction. I say that’s just the start. I say every action initiates a most unequal and upredictable chain reaction, that every filament of living becomes part of a larger weave, while remaining identifiable. That every line of latitude requires several stripes of longitude to obtain meaning. That every universe is part of a bigger heaven, a heaven of rhythm and geometry, where a heartbeat is the apex of a triangle. – Ellen Hopkins • Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against his skin. I’m pinned by his touch, a sort of fearful magic. We stand and stand, and I wait for my pulse against his finger to slow, but it doesn’t Finally, he releases my wrist and says,” I’ll see you on the cliffs tomorrow. – Maggie Stiefvater • She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears. – Markus Zusak • She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this ‘must’. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying. – Yevgeny Zamyatin • She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another. – Nicholas Sparks • Some emotions don’t make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint – like a heartbeat. And pure love – why, some days it’s so quiet, you don’t even know it’s there. – Erma Bombeck • Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges. but I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, and my spirits were rising, and this was all in all a happy time for me. All these weirdos, and me getting a little better right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us. – Denis Johnson • Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I wondered if we all really did have a soundtrack, but we just get so used to it that we can’t hear it anymore, the same way that we block out the sound of our own heartbeat. – Heather O’Neill • Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough. – Walter Kirn • Such was a poet and shall be and is -who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam’s architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his hand. – e. e. cummings • Tell me what it’s like. The race.” “What it’s like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and strongest of what is left from two weeks of preparation on the sand. It’s the surf in your face, the deadly magic of November on your skin, the Scorpio drums in the place of your heartbeat. It’s speed, if you’re lucky. It’s life and it’s death or it’s both, and there’s nothing like it. – Maggie Stiefvater • That he’ll never let you down. That boy’s got a heart the size of Kentucky, and he loves you. That’s important. Take it from someone who knows. My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him. And I listened to her. Why do you think Henry and I get along so well? I’m not saying that I don’t love him, because I do. But if I ever left Henry or something, God forbid, ever happened to me, I don’t think he’ll be able to go on. And that guy would risk his life for mine in a heartbeat. – Nicholas Sparks • That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony. – Hermann Hesse • That’s my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it’s late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It’s times like that when I’m sure that I’m in love. – Lauren Oliver • The difference between deafness and any other disability is that there is no way to put yourself in a position of knowing what it would be like because you can’t stop yourself from hearing your own breath or your own heartbeat. You can not remove sound entirely from your life. You can get a sense of what being blind is like by closing and covering your eyes which provides a source of empathy because we can all project ourselves to that. But people who think they can project themselves into deafness are mistaken because you can’t. – Richard Masur • The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come. To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands. – Terry Tempest Williams • The final heartbeat for the Christian is not the mysterious conclusion to a meaningless existence. It is, rather, the grand beginning to a life that will never end. – James Dobson • The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature. – Joseph Campbell • The government is a heartbeat away from nationalizing health care based on deliberate misinformation about the nation’s uninsured and despite the 100 percent failure rate of such fantastic reforms elsewhere on the globe. – David Limbaugh • The great event on Calvary . . . is an eternal reminder to a power drunk generation that love is the most durable power in the world, and that it is at bottom the heartbeat of the moral cosmos. Only through achieving this love can you expect to matriculate into the university of eternal life. – Martin Luther • The greatest attribute of God is Love. The Tree of Life is located in the very depth of our soul. The most perfect and abundant fruit that grows and ripens is Life giving Love; it is the great healing force in the world. Love never fails to meet every demand of the human heart. The Divine principal of Love may be used to eliminate every sorrow, infirmity, in-harmony, ignorance and all mistakes of mankind. Love is God; eternal, limitless, changeless, infinite. It is the pulse of the world, the heartbeat of the Universe. – Baird T. Spalding • The heartbeat of your originality is deep within a body of thought that continually wrestles with the contradictions and limitations that we’re constantly trying to overcome, the curiosities and the ignorances of the people we seek to help. – Michael Eric Dyson • The myth of this world is that the way to transformation is through power, but God choose to enter the world in a weak manner, gentle and tender through the heartbeat of a child. – Rick Dees • The phone is gonna disappear. Maybe it will be a bracelet. After the bracelet it will be a blood cell sized device that maybe gets installed. We already have people with Parkinson’s that have chips installed in their brain to control their tremors. We already see people have pacemakers to help their heartbeats. I mean we’re already putting these technologies into our bodies. It is only going to deepen. – Jason Silva • The principles of the United States Constitution are, because of Senator Byrd, still the heartbeat of the US Senate. – David C. Hardesty, Jr. • The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people. – Ernst Toller • The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught. – Walt Whitman • The soundtrack in the poetry is the soundtrack from your own heartbeat. – Russell Simmons • The thing about physicists is that they tend to think that everything is physics. I don’t. That’s not what music is to me. You can explain aspects of it in physical terms, including the physics of anatomy: how our bodies move, the torsional moment of inertia, the way you move your body to a beat, the inherent periodicities of the heartbeat, the gait. That’s physics, too, I guess – maybe they’d call it biophysics. – Vijay Iyer • The truth is, we live in deeds, not days; in actions and thoughts and feelings, not heartbeats. – Michael Mullen • The type of girls that would sleep with you in a heartbeat aren’t the type of girls I’d want to take home anyway. – Niall Horan • The whole universe was stilled as if listening for a voice. For the space of one heartbeat there was peace on earth. For one fraction of a moment there was no deed of violence wrought on earth, no hatred, no fire, no whirlwind, no pain, no fear. Existence rested against the heart of God, then sighed and journeyed again. – Elizabeth Goudge • The young earth-solution to reconciling the order of creation with natural history makes good exegetical and theological sense. Indeed, the overwhelming consensus of theologians up through the Reformation held to this view. I myself would adopt it in a heartbeat except that nature seems to present such strong evidence against it. – William A. Dembski • There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenge or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isn’t. – Jonathan Carroll • There came a moment in the middle of the song when he suddenly felt every heartbeat in the room & after that he never forgot that he was part of something much bigger – Brian Andreas • There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. – Sarah Dessen • There is no other closeness in human life like the closeness between a mother and her baby – chronologically, physically, and spiritually they are just a few heartbeats away from being the same person. – Susan Cheever • There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew. – Maggie Stiefvater • There would be no chance at all of getting to know death if it happened only once. But fortunately, life is nothing but a continuing dance of birth and death, a dance of change. Every time I hear the rush of a mountain stream, or the waves crashing on the shore, or my own heartbeat, I hear the sound of impermanence. These changes, these small deaths, are our living links with death. They are death’s pulses, death’s heartbeat, prompting us to let go of all the things we cling to. – Sogyal Rinpoche • There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat. – Clive Barker • There’s a heartbeat in any country that carries on regardless – at least in Europe. That’s what worries me about America, because I’m not sure what that heartbeat is – unless it’s the heartbeat of someone who’s just arrived, who just ran over the border two weeks ago. – Helen Mirren • There’s a moment on the arch of a jump, when you are neither rising nor falling. All you can see is the sky. All you can feel is the air and all you can hear is your heartbeat. That is all you are. Muscle and motion. It’s called the deadpoint. I live for that. – Rhianna Pratchett • Things could change so entirely, in a heartbeat; the world could be made entirely anew, because someone was kind. – Jo Baker • This body is fragile. It is just flesh. Listen to the heartbeat. Life depends on the pumping of a muscle. – Stephen Batchelor • This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it. • This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down. – Andrea Gibson • Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt into one another, as full as the dark mass of bodies around me. I feel like the air downstairs has gone to liquid, to sweat and smell and sound, and I have broken apart in it. I am wave: I am pulled into the everything. I am energy and noise and a heartbeat going boom, boom, boom, echoing the drums. – Lauren Oliver • To be in a body is to hear the heartbeat of death at every moment. – Andrew Harvey • To listen to the silence is to hear the heartbeat of the Universe. – Laurence Overmire • Together, we can bring our planet’s heartbeat back. – Ian Somerhalder • True observers of nature, although they may think differently, will still agree that everything that is, everything that is observable as a phenomenon, can only exhibit itself in one of two ways. It is either a primal polarity that is able to unify, or it is a primal unity that is able to divide. The operation of nature consists of splitting the united or uniting the divided; this is the eternal movement of systole and diastole of the heartbeat, the inhalation and exhalation of the world in which we live, act, and exist. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Vishous’s chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch’s heart. “You did well, cop. Congratulations, true? – J.R. Ward • Vulnerability is the absolute heartbeat of innovation and creativity. There can be zero innovation without vulnerability. – Brené Brown • Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life,” murmured Niko. “They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean’s pulse, and our own heartbeat. – Tamora Pierce • We all have music in us – your heartbeat is your drum, your voice is your sound – and music is supposed to put you in tune with nature. – Randy Weston • We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of these two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love. – Tim Farrington • We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die. – David Gemmell • We conclude that the concentration of wealth is natural and inevitable, and is periodically alleviated by violent or peaceable partial redistribution. In this view all economic history is the slow heartbeat of the social organism, a vast systole and diastole of concentrating wealth and compulsive redistribution. – Will Durant • We each have a finite number of heartbeats, a finite amount of time. But we have enough heartbeats and enough time to do what is important. – Susan L. Taylor • We have our own little heartbeat, too. We already have what I would call polyrhythms going on. – John Densmore • We left no doubt that we are one heartbeat And something like that is pretty hard to stop Once it gets going – Oscar Lua • We like to think of life as a constant … Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat. – David Gemmell • We tell stories. We talk about statistics. And in 1978, we added an element of the show that gave it its heartbeat: the long distance dedication. – Casey Kasem • What interests Sam Mendes are characters and relationships, and he was a genius at giving you the freedom to create the type of character you want, and also to explore and have fun with your fellow actors. For him, characters and relationships are really the heartbeat of the film, and then the action is the backdrop. By developing the characters, he makes you care that much more about the action and going on a journey with the characters. – Naomie Harris • What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life – the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being. – Ellen Glasgow • When I was nine, I was diagnosed with an irregular heartbeat and was prescribed beta blockers, which had the side effect of turning my skin green. Looking like Shrek’s little sister at school wasn’t the easiest thing. – Jessie J • When we have heartbeat and brain waves, we refuse to accept it as the presence of life – this lack of logic of which we approach this issue because we like and we favor convenience over ethics. We favor convenience over the hard parts of life that actually make us grow. – Tom Coburn • When you do take the home pregnancy test, it doesn’t quite seem real. But when you see the baby and the heartbeat on the ultrasound, it’s so incredible. – Danica McKellar • Yes, God wants you to do signs and wonders. But the love of God manifested through you is what people really need. So you first must see His face. You must become so close to His very heartbeat that you can feel what others feel. – Heidi Baker • You are in a place that has not been seen for tens of thousands of years, because it was so sealed off. There is such silence that when you hold your breath you can hear your own heartbeat. Everything is so fresh that you have the sensation that the painters have merely retreated deeper into the dark and that they are looking at you. – Werner Herzog • You can hear the Celtic heartbeat all over Europe and America, from Bing Crosby to Jack White, from the Smiths to My Bloody Valentine, from House of Pain to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. – Rob Sheffield • You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost. – Deb Caletti • You had me tied in knots. You saved Belen’s life, and I wanted to kill and thank you all at the same time. And during those nights when we didn’t know if you’d live or die, I went from being angry, to worried to frustrated to scared all within a single heartbeat. If you had die, I would have killed you.- Maria V. Snyder • You kind of can’t help who you’ll fall in love with. I’d date someone who isn’t in the business in a heartbeat. – Selena Gomez • You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is – Enya • You must learn how to hold a team together. You must lift some men up, calm others down, until finally they’ve got one heartbeat. Then you’ve got yourself a team. – Bear Bryant • You must never check for a person’s pulse using your thumb, or you’ll feel your own heartbeat. Actually, I plan on doing that if I’m the one who’s here when Ruth dies. I plan on giving her my heartbeat before I let her go. – Elizabeth Berg • You think I’d cheat on you?” I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. “With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat. – Lisa Kleypas • You turn on the television, it’s like, “Woah is me! God almighty, we’re awful.” We are so down and out we are – name me a country in the world, name me one leader anywhere in the world who wouldn’t trade places in a heartbeat. We by far, we’re going to own the 21st century. – Joe Biden • Your mother’s heartbeat is the first sound you ever hear and your own heartbeat is the last. – Dave Brubeck

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• A Dirty Shame was a crazy movie. I don’t understand that movie at all. I don’t get it, but I’d work with John Waters again in a heartbeat. He’s just a delight. – Selma Blair • A human life is just a heartbeat in heaven. – Robin Williams • A hundred hundred heartbeats…” whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face. – Garth Nix • A scary dream makes your heart beat faster. Why doesn’t the part of your brain that controls your heartbeat realize that another part of your brain is making the whole thing up? Don’t these people communicate? – George Carlin • A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • A span of a few heartbeats can make for a greater memory than the sum of a mundane year.-Catti-brie – R. A. Salvatore • A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place. – Kevin Brockmeier • A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev’s searching fingertips. Win’s heartbeat…the pulse that sustained his universe. – Lisa Kleypas • Abraham Lincoln is resolute, honest, has the best interest of the nation at heart, and he’s as ugly as homemade Sunday sin, so he is modest, too. I’d vote for that in an undead heartbeat. – Bill Oberst Jr. • Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat. – Gail Carriger • All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us. – Denis Johnson • And at any moment it all ends with a heartbeat…just one heartbeat, and there’s no more time. One heartbeat and the chance to be saved is gone. One heartbeat and there’s no more choosing—it’s all sealed for eternal life or eternal death. – Jonathan Cahn • And since time sets its own tempo, like a heartbeat or an ebb tide, timepieces don’t really keep time. They just keep up with it, if they’re able. – Dava Sobel • Any chance he’s turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?” “About as likely as me doing it.” Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. “I put him at the top of the list. – Michael J. Sullivan • Anything I’ve asked of MGM Grand, they’ve done for me in a heartbeat. They’re all about making entertainers and athletes happy. – Floyd Mayweather, Jr. • Around us, life bursts with miracles–a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain that ponders a speck of dust as easily as the entire cosmos; a heart that beats in rhythm with the heartbeat of all beings. When we are tired and feel discouraged by life’s daily struggles, we may not notice these miracles, but they are always there. – Nhat Hanh • As he gave a sleepy, growling groan, that hand disappeared under the sheet. Arizona’s lips parted, and her heartbeat tripped up. She cleared her throat. “Spencer?” Freezing, without moving any other body part, he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She frowned at him. He didn’t look super-startled, and he said nothing. He just started at her. With his hand still under there. “Yeah…” Semi-satisfied with his frozen reaction, she nodded at his lap. “You weren’t going for a little tug, were you? Because as your spectator, I’d just as soon not see it.” -Arizona and Spencer – Lori Foster • Assured of your salvation by the unique grace of our Lord Jesus Christ” is the heartbeat of the gospel, joyful liberation from fear of the Final Outcome, a summons to self-acceptance, and freedom for a life of compassion toward others. – Brennan Manning • Athletic ability can be taken away like that. It can all end in a heartbeat. – Tim Tebow

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I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine. – Jonathan Safran Foer • Being the foundation is what I live for, some people call it being in the pocket, some people call it a groove. I think it’s the heartbeat. There’s nothing that feels better than that. – Tommy Shannon • Breath and brevity are sisters; the long-winded is an enemy who muffles your heartbeat. – Shirley Geok-lin Lim • By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught. – Walt Whitman • Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it, something deserted. – Margaret Atwood • Christ used the flesh and blood of Mary for his life on earth, the Word of love was uttered in her heartbeat. Christ used his own body to utter his love on earth; his perfectly real body, with bone and sinew and blood and tears; Christ uses our bodies to express his love on earth, our humanity. A Christian life is a sacramental life, it is not a life lived only in the mind, only by the soul… Our humanity is the substance of the sacramental life of Christ in us, like the wheat for the host, like the grape for the chalice. – Caryll Houselander • Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It’s the rhythm of your life. It’s the expression in time and movement,in happiness, joy, sadness and envy. – Jacques d’Amboise • Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It’s the rhythym of your life. – Jacques d’Amboise • Do I miss football in Scotland? It keeps you really alive, that’s for sure. Your heartbeat fluctuates. I’m flatlining at the moment which is actually quite nice but you need to go up and down to stay alive. – Gordon Strachan • Do not leave me, hide in my heart like a secret, wind around my head like a turban. “I come and go as I please,” you say, “swift as a heartbeat.” You can tease me as much as you like but never leave me. – Rumi • Don’t do it for the money. Follow the path to do what makes your heartbeat faster. Follow your passion. – Lynn Tilton • Even still, we run. We have not reached our average of 57.92 years without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts and you run through it some more, and if it hurts worse, you run through it even more, and when you finish, you will have broken through. In the end, when you are done, and stretching, and your heartbeat slows, and your sweat dries, if you’ve run through the hard part, you will remember no pain. – Lauren Groff • Everybody gave 100%. I mean everyone, because they all knew that the film had the bones and the heartbeat of something that could be good. And everyone was in on it and wanted it for me and wanted it for Roger and Beau. – Pierce Brosnan • Felt my heartbeat falter, hesitate, then stumble awkwardly forward, tripping on the next beat, then the next, faster and faster until each one tumbled into the other like the drumroll of dominoes crashing together. Funny how time stands still when death is imminent. – Darynda Jones • Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep…wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you….The one who turns to his friends and says, ‘that’s her.’ – Chuck Palahniuk • Firepaw held the menacing amber gaze for few moments. Warrior and apprentice, for a heartbeat their eyes were locked as enemies. – Erin Hunter • Five is for five heartbeats, the length of time it takes to breathe in or out. For that is how quickly a life may change, for better or for ill. The time it takes to make up, or change, your mind. – Cameron Dokey • For at no time are any events predestined. There should be no such word in your vocabulary, for with every moment you change, and every heartbeat is an action, and every action changes every other action. – Seth • 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. – Veronica Roth • Genetics and beats? I feel like the drumbeat is a natural thing. Our heartbeat moves at a certain BPM. The drumbeat, being the first instrument, the platform for us, being that we all kind of come from that – it’s all beats. – Q-Tip • God had a heartbeat for 18-25 years old…the vast majority of whom don’t have a clue why they are on this planet. – Louie Giglio • God has called us into a place of tenderness, when nobody is looking, when there are no great decisions to make, when it’s just him and me in a hotel room, with no one to pray for, no one to preach to. When it is just two people in a room, that’s where you learn. That’s where you learn his heartbeat. That’s where you learn the presence. That’s where you learn the voice. It’s in the moments when nobody is watching, nobody is evaluating how good you’re doing. When it is just you and him. – Bill Johnson • He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn’t going to come. That’s it. That’s the last. He looked at the dark. I would like to take this opportunity, he said, to pray for another human being. – Denis Johnson • He had also the reputation of being a bit of a lady killer. But that probably accrued to him from his possession of a laughing, velvety voice which no girl could hear without a heartbeat, and a dangerous way of listening as if she were saying something that he had longed all his life to hear. – Lucy Maud Montgomery • He had on bunny slippers. These had fangs. They all stared at them in silence for about a heartbeat, and then Shane said, “That is impressively wicked. Crazy, but wicked. – Rachel Caine • He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat. – Rachel Vincent • He was afraid that the secrets she’d kept would always be here, inside him, an ugly malignant thing lodged near enough to his heart to upset its rhythm, and though it could be removed, cut out, there would always be scars; bits and pieces of it would remain in his blood, making it wrong somehow, so that if he accidentally sliced his skin open, his blood would–for one heartbeat–flow as black as India ink before it remembered that it should be red. – Kristin Hannah

• He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat. – Cormac McCarthy • Her heartbeat was in her hands, her heart beat the way she moved her head, her whole body was her heart beating. – Tom Spanbauer • Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open. – Marissa Meyer • Here’s what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite. Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst. Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back. – Pat Conroy • His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. “I still don’t understand,” he says softly, “how she knew that it would work. – Veronica Roth • His gaze was a lot steadier than her heartbeat. “She’s the reason for those whispered phone calls I used to overhear, isn’t she?” “Don’t be silly. I was talking to my lover.” “She told me she lives at a place called Brookdale. After I hung up, I did a little research on the Web. Your talent for obfuscation continues to amaze me.” “Hey, I haven’t obfuscated in weeks. Makes you go blind. – Susan Elizabeth Phillips • Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. As soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it. He rubbed his thumb through her palm and up her fingers, and was aware of her every breath. – Rainbow Rowell • Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive. – Rainbow Rowell • How do you know that? (Stryker) I know everything. I feel every heartbeat in the universe. Hear every scream for mercy and feel every tear of pain. (Jared) – Sherrilyn Kenyon • How was it that, even in the common tasks of an ordinary life, Jesus drew the praise of heaven? At the core of His being, He only did those things which pleased the Father. In everything, He stayed true, heartbeat to heartbeat, with the Father’s desires. Jesus lived for God alone; God was enough for Him. Thus, even in its simplicity and moment-to-moment faithfulness, Christ’s life was an unending fragrance, a perfect offering of incomparable love to God. – Francis Frangipane • I asked Chief Justice John Roberts about this definition of life – you know, what is life? The Supreme Court can’t figure it out or doesn’t want us to figure it out; the fact that we know that there is no life if there’s no heartbeat and brainwaves. – Tom Coburn • I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises. – Neil Armstrong • I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and I’m damned if I’m going to use up mine running up and down a street. – Neil Armstrong • I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek. Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet. Thundering, shaking the concrete. – The Notorious B.I.G. • I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope, Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP. Your insurance is high, but my price is cheap. – Kool Keith • I could fall for you in a heartbeat – Ken Follett • I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn’t. Wrath and Beth – J.R. Ward • I didn’t mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page. – Lisa Kleypas • I don’t audition for “on-air” commercials – the ones where your face can be seen. I’ve auditioned for voiceover campaigns that I haven’t gotten, but I don’t really want to be seen in a commercial unless it’s a product that I really love. Like, if Adidas asked me, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I did a Reebok commercial, one for Pep Boys, one for Dunkin’ Donuts. I auditioned for commercials, but I really couldn’t stomach it. It just didn’t feel right. – Michael Showalter • I don’t have any choice any more. I am in a choiceless awareness. I don’t have to be aware. I am simply aware. Now it is just like my heartbeat or like my breathing. Even if I try not to be aware, it is not possible; the very effort will make me more aware. Awareness is not a quality, a characteristic; it is your whole being. When you become aware, there is no choice left to be otherwise. – Rajneesh • I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by string and horse.Tell me everything won’t end in death. That everything doesn’t end with February. Dead wildflowers wrapped around a crying baby’s throat.I’ve slowed my heartbeat to three beats a minute. I’ve redrawn the clouds into birds, a fox chasing them into the mountains.I’m going to move my hand today.I vomit ice cubes.There’s a ghost next to me.Get up, Dad.(Light Boxes) – Shane Jones • I endorse only products I actually use. Like Wheaties keeps offering me money, but I don’t eat Wheaties, so I can’t do it. Now, if Rice Krispies or Frosted Flakes offered me a deal, I’d take it right away. Apple Jacks, I’d be on the box in a heartbeat. Apple Shaqs. Yeah. – Shaquille O’Neal • I feel his heartbeat against my cheek,as fast as my own. “Are you afraid of me, too, Tobias?” “Terrified,” he replies with a smile. – Veronica Roth • I feel like I’ve gotten an extraordinary opportunity to experience a sort of collective humanity. If you hug many people in such a short period of days you pick up on a communal energy, almost like feeling a giant heartbeat that everyone is beating together. – Rob Bell • I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys – Isaac Marion • I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers” Sam, Linger – Maggie Stiefvater • I grew up among strong women so I know what it’s like to be loved and humiliated in a heartbeat. – Chris O’Dowd • I have this great fear of people – not when I’m on the runway, but backstage. In a room full of people, I really suffer. I sort of go into a tunnel and I feel very removed. I get so tense, I can’t swallow, and my heartbeat goes way up. It still happens now, although I’m better at controlling it. – Linda Evangelista • I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can’t hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long – and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole. – Veronica Roth • I knew there was only one place to go. I sank down into the center of my soul, grew still, and listened to the Rabbi’s heartbeat. – Brennan Manning • I know I hated magic for a reason,” Janco said. “Congratulations. This is the first time you’ve had a VALID reason to hate something,” Ari countered. “Remember your campaign against sand?” “Sand! Horrid little stuff. Gets everywhere. I had a perfectly good argue–” “Janco.” Ari’s voice rumbled deep in his throat. In a heartbeat, Janco switched gears. “Well, this blood magic sounds worse than sand. – Maria V. Snyder • I know there’s some poetry that sort of sounds like daisies, but most of the good poetry is also [political], you can feel the heartbeat; it’s about some situation that concerns human beings under duress. It’s suggesting a solution, or just acknowledging that [the situation] exists. Art does that. – Toni Morrison • I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own. – Ruta Sepetys • I listened to the wind bury winter; and when I tasted his grace, his grace had no name; only, night became something else in his presence, as though darkness had a soul, here, swaying to heartbeats roaring. – Marjorie M. Liu • I love you,” she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. “Yep, you do.” “You’re supposed to say it back,” she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. “Why?” He scowled down at her. “You know you’re my heartbeat. – Nalini Singh • I loved the idea that people dressed up to go to the gardens. Our work always has a utility point of view at its heartbeat and then other things come around it, so it really allowed us to use denims and suedes and gauzes, and those sorts of hard-working fabrics – workwear fabrics – and then contrast them with crepe de chine, beautiful florals and big jewelry. – Karen Walker • I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip – David Levithan • I most resemble Benjamin Button. I evolve. I attach myself to the heartbeat of whatever is going on at that particular time, or I just chart a new path. – J. B. Smoove • I need music. It’s like my heartbeat, so to speak. It keeps me going no matter what’s going on – bad games, press, whatever! – LeBron James • 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. – Veronica Roth • I think my heartbeat might be the Morse code for ‘inappropriate.’ – Rives • I thought that you had stood up for the free will & rights of humans in this town.” “Depends on the human,” Claire said. “As far as I know, Hitler had a heartbeat, and I wouldn’t vote him to be in charge. – Rachel Caine • I try hard to hold fast to the truth that a full and thankful heart cannot entertain great conceits. When brimming with gratitude, one’s heartbeat must surely result in outgoing love, the finest emotion we can ever know. – Bill W. • I used to skip school to go there when I was growing up in Newark, … I saw the Flamingos, the Heartbeats, Jackie Wilson, Chuck Jackson. – George Clinton • I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can’t hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift. – Sara Cox • I work between my heartbeat. I have one-and-a-half seconds to actually move. And at the same time I have to watch I don’t inhale my own work. – Willard Wigan • I would rather have strong enemies than a world of passive individualists. In a world of passive individualists nothing seems worth anything simply because nobody stands for anything. That world has no convictions, no victories, no unions, no heroism, no absolutes, no heartbeat. That world has rigor mortis. – Criss Jami • I would’ve done it for you in a heartbeat. – Julie James • If I could be a country music star, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’d hit the road and just jam out. – Justin Deeley • If I had to give up cheese or chocolate, I’d give up chocolate in a heartbeat. – Amanda Peet • If I have to remove one to save ten, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. If I have to waterboard somebody to save a thousand people, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. – Sean Patrick Flanery • If it came down to that, I’d protect you in a heartbeat. – Nicholas Sparks • If there was another Dr. Quinn movie, I would do it in a heartbeat. – Joe Lando • If they asked me if I wanted to go into space tomorrow, I’d do it in a heartbeat. On the other hand, if they asked me if I wanted to go into training for three years and then go into space again, I’d probably say no. – Sally Ride • If you have a heartbeat, there’s still time for your dreams. – Sean Stephenson • If you put two brigades on the ground right now with U.S. forces, they would push ISIS back into Syria in a heartbeat. – Anthony Zinni • If you want to say something profound, writing from your heartbeat is different than writing from the loud voices you get from music. If they’re rapping from noise, it’s about robbing people. It’s that simple. – Russell Simmons • If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats. – Richard Bach • I’m a really athletic person – I’m not that coordinated, but I’m really athletic, so I would play a superhero doing my own stunts in a heartbeat. But hopefully not taking swings at people. That’s not a good idea for me. – Selma Blair • I’m not sure that people want to go back to the womb. People want to go back to the teats of your mother and hear your mother’s heartbeat. – Gaspar Noe • I’m on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible, But when I swing my swords they all choppable, I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper, Child educator, plus head amputator. – GZA • I’m sure you would have stopped it if you could have.” “In a heartbeat. – Kiera Cass • I’m the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat is hot. Step into my world and your heartbeat stop! – Aaron Dontez Yates • I’m very proud to be Canadian, but I would move to New York in a heartbeat. – Lexa Doig • In a heartbeat, a thousand voices took up the chant. King Joffrey and King Robb and King Stannis were forgotten, and King Bread ruled alone. “Bread.” they clamored. “Bread, Bread! – George R. R. Martin • In order to terminate a pregnancy, you have to still a heartbeat, switch off a developing brain. – Christopher Hitchens • In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably. – Melissa Marr • In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there? – Rumi • In the time just before the bombing of Pearl Harbor, when Perfidia opens, we were pre-psychologized. There were no concepts of identity, no politics of victimization. Reparation wasn’t in the language. Nobody thought about giving the great grandchildren of black slaves so much as $1.98. And all of a sudden the bombs hit, interventionism versus isolationism became a dead issue, and it was us-versus-them in a heartbeat. – James Ellroy • In this world, there are two times. There is mechanical time and there is body time.” “They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead, they listen to their heartbeats. They feel the rhythms of their moods and desires.” “Then there are those who think their bodies don’t exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o’clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock.- Alan Lightman • In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of consideration, I am getting beyond that. What about the sunflowers? What about The tulips, and the pines? Listen, all you have to do is start and There’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water Slipping over rocks? And speaking of stones, what about The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats So secret, so hidden it may take years Before, finally, you hear them? – Mary Oliver • It is a real issue, a measurement of our society, when we say it’s fine to destroy unborn life who has a heartbeat at 16 days post-conception. – Tom Coburn • It only takes one mistake,’ the Dan Banyan guy says, ‘and nothing else you ever do will matter.’ With his empty hand, he takes one of my hands. His fingers feel hot, fever-hot, and pounding with his heartbeats. He turns my hand palm-up saying, ‘No matter how hard you work or how smart you become, you’ll always be known for that one poor choice.’ He sets the blue pill on my palm, saying, ‘Do that one wrong thing- and you’ll be dead for the rest of your life.- Chuck Palahniuk • It took my breath away, that evening. If you’ve ever dreamed that you walked into your best-loved book or film or TV program, then maybe you’ve got some idea how it felt: things coming alive around you, strange and new and utterly familiar at the same time; the catch in your heartbeat as you move through the rooms that had such a vivid untouchable life in your mind, as your feet actually touch the carpet, as you breathe the air; the odd, secret glow of warmth as these people you’ve been watching for so long, from so far away, open their circle and sweep you into it. – Tana French • It’s time we put thoughts of lack behind us. It’s time for us to discover the secrets of the stars, to sail to an uncharted land, to open up a new heaven where our spirits can soar. But first we’ll have to make changes. And lasting change does not happen overnight. Lasting change happens in infinitesimal increments: a day, an hour, a minute, a heartbeat at a time… – Sarah Ban Breathnach • It’s weird how your perspective changes. At the start of your career, you think, ‘I just want to do cutting-edge work that makes people think.’ Now, I would do a blockbuster in a heartbeat. – Matthew Rhys • I’ve learned that I can’t do it all at once. So, you have to figure out your angle of attack. Coming in on the acting front, acting is a passion of mine. It’s a true love. Dancing, I kind of just fell into. Choreographing, the same thing. But making films, producing and directing, that’s the heartbeat of my existence. – Columbus Short • Laughter is the best way To make somebody’s heart beat – Robert Holden • Let me say, it’s – what a commentary it is on American media that you have to go to Russian television in order to get covered as a candidate in this election. It’s pretty outrageous. And our media could solve that in a heartbeat if they actually opened it up, you know, but they don’t. So I think that’s more commentary on the crisis in our media. – Jill Stein • Liam in Taken has been great to see. My boys love it. They love him. And there’s just the gravitas to it. It’s believable. You know the guy’s endured. You know the guy’s lived some life. Someone like Liam has lived a lot of life. Myself, I’ve lived a lot of life. There’s loss. There’s success. There’s loss. There’s doubts. And there’s some heartbeat there. – Pierce Brosnan • Lies were like acid, corrosive: They could dissolve trust in a heartbeat. – Rob Thurman • Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying – a little shove toward the end. – Erich Maria Remarque • Life is more than breath and a heartbeat; meaning and purpose are the life of life. – Desmond Tutu • Life isn’t measured in minutes, but in heartbeats. – Joan Lowery Nixon • Like a heartbeat. Something inside me. Some dream. I think it’s being a dreamer as a child. Dreamy kids become actors, don’t they? – Michael Gambon • Louis-Cesare’s anger suddenly filled the small room like water, and in a heartbeat his eyes went from silver tinged to as solid as two antique coins. I sat frozen, awash in a sea of power. I was beginning to understand why Mircea had wanted him along, only Daddy had failed to mention anything about the hair-trigger temper. I guess he assumed the red hair would clue me in. – Karen Chance • Love is connected to the heart. When the Name of God Allah is synchronized with the heartbeat, it then travels through the blood to all the veins, reaches the spirits and awakens them. Then the spirits are rejuvenated and go into the Love of God. – Riaz Ahmed Gohar Shahi • Love is the heartbeat of all life. – Paramahansa Yogananda • Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement. You, Simon? You believe in this? I don’t know, said Simon. His heartbeats were choking him. […] Ralph shouted. Hear him! He’s got the conch! What I mean is . . . maybe it’s only us. Nuts! That was from Piggy, shocked out of decorum. – William Golding • Music gets inside you, music captures you. Music becomes your heartbeat. It’s a drug and makes you feel whatever the song’s about. – Ed Westwick • music is about as physical as it gets: your essential rhythm is your heartbeat; your essential sound, the breath. We’re walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn’t get to any other way. – Anne Lamott • Music is the elixir of life. It can mimic the heartbeats of our bodies and heal like a magic wand… The resonance it creates in our bodies cannot be replicated by any medicine. – Walter Mikac • My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why’s everything Gotta be so intense with me. – Katy Perry • My heart is fluid and soaring. There’s no longer any space between heartbeats. – Lauren Oliver • My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet. – Edith Wharton • My loving sister Mary has always shared the pain and pleasure of my heartbeat in a unique and special way. We have sung our sad and warm songs together. – John Henrik Clarke • Namby-pamby little routines that don’t speed up your heartbeat and make you sweat aren’t worth your while. – Jane Fonda • No, there is literally nothing on the business side that I wouldn’t sacrifice in a heartbeat to have an extra couple of hours’ writing. Nothing. – J. K. Rowling • Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death, were it not for literature. It grants us what nature does not: a golden time that doesn’t rust, a springtime that never wilts, cloudless happiness and eternal youth. [my translation] – Ludwig Borne • Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I’d be all over that in a heartbeat. – J. Lynn • 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. – Veronica Roth • Once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid. My blood pounded in my chest and I knew my heart’s strength would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name. – Anne Michaels • One has to reach to the absolute state of awareness: that is Zen. You cannot do it every morning for a few minutes or for half an hour and then forget all about it. It has to become like your heartbeat. You have to sit in it, you have to walk in it. Yes, you have even to sleep in it. – Rajneesh • One’s life story cannot be told with complete veracity. A true autobiography would have to be written in states of mind, emotions, heartbeats, smiles and tears; not in months and years, or physical events. Life is marked off on the soul by feelings, not by dates. – Helen Keller • Our breath, like our heartbeat, is the most reliable rhythm in our lives. When we become attuned to this constant rhythm, our breath can gradually teach us to come back to the original silence of the mind. – Donna Farhi • Our story opens in the mind of Luther L. (L for LeRoy) Fliegler, who is lying in his bed, not thinking of anything, but just aware of sounds, conscious of his own breathing, and sensitive to his own heartbeats. Lying beside him is his wife, lying on her right side and enjoying her sleep. – John O’Hara • Over the past year I’vediscovered if you keep on giving and giving, you end up losing yourself. I think that learning to give and receive is the trick. Perfect happiness is also a feeling, and the most amazing thing is that we were all born with the gift to make it happen in a heartbeat. Putting on certainmusic, reading something can make us feel a certain way. I think the key to happiness is allowing ourselves to not feel bad or guilty for feeling it, and letting it be contagious. And to not be dependent on other people to create your own happiness. – Brittany Murphy • Patients know in a heartbeat if they’re getting a clumsy exam. – Abraham Verghese • People who are in it for their own good are individualists. They don’t share the same heartbeat that makes a team so great. A great unit, whether it be football or any organization, shares the same heartbeat. – Bear Bryant • Perhaps the Wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silence that reminds us we live by grace. – Terry Tempest Williams • Promise to my momma I’ma make it to the Top..So I’ma keep climbing til my heartbeat drop – J. Cole • Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too. – Tahereh Mafi • Remember that reputation and integrity are your most valuable assets – and can be lost in a heartbeat. – Charlie Munger • Remember, we could solve this in a heartbeat with ranked-choice voting. The Democrats won’t pass it. This allows you to rank your choices and eliminates the intimidation and the fear. They won’t pass it; I know because I helped file the bill. Sixteen years ago in Massachusetts they could have solved the spoiler problem. They won’t do it because they rely on fear. The fact that they rely on fear tells you something very important. They are not on your side. For that reason alone, they do not deserve your vote. – Jill Stein • Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it. – Boris Pasternak • Reyes, what happened?” He‘d been busy nibbling his way to my collarbone, his hot mouth evoking seismic activity at each point of contact. I really hated to interrupt, but … “Reyes, are you listening to me?” He raised his head, a sensual grin playing at the corners of his mouth, and said, “I‘m listening.” “To what? The sound of blood rushing to your nether regions?” “No,” he said with a husky chuckle that made me tingle everywhere. “To your heartbeat. – Darynda Jones • Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for. – Andrea Gibson • Sarah Palin lacked the preparation or temperament to be one heartbeat away from the presidency, but what she possessed in abundance was the ability to inflame political passions and energize the John McCain campaign with star quality. – Roger Ebert • Scientists say every action initiates an equal and opposite reaction. I say that’s just the start. I say every action initiates a most unequal and upredictable chain reaction, that every filament of living becomes part of a larger weave, while remaining identifiable. That every line of latitude requires several stripes of longitude to obtain meaning. That every universe is part of a bigger heaven, a heaven of rhythm and geometry, where a heartbeat is the apex of a triangle. – Ellen Hopkins • Sean reaches out between us and takes my wrist. He press his thumb on my pulse. My heartbeat trips and surges against his skin. I’m pinned by his touch, a sort of fearful magic. We stand and stand, and I wait for my pulse against his finger to slow, but it doesn’t Finally, he releases my wrist and says,” I’ll see you on the cliffs tomorrow. – Maggie Stiefvater • She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears. – Markus Zusak • She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this ‘must’. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying. – Yevgeny Zamyatin • She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another. – Nicholas Sparks • Some emotions don’t make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint – like a heartbeat. And pure love – why, some days it’s so quiet, you don’t even know it’s there. – Erma Bombeck • Sometimes I heard voices muttering in my head, and a lot of the time the world seemed to smolder around its edges. but I was in a little better physical shape every day, I was getting my looks back, and my spirits were rising, and this was all in all a happy time for me. All these weirdos, and me getting a little better right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us. – Denis Johnson • Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I wondered if we all really did have a soundtrack, but we just get so used to it that we can’t hear it anymore, the same way that we block out the sound of our own heartbeat. – Heather O’Neill • Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough. – Walter Kirn • Such was a poet and shall be and is -who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam’s architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his hand. – e. e. cummings • Tell me what it’s like. The race.” “What it’s like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and strongest of what is left from two weeks of preparation on the sand. It’s the surf in your face, the deadly magic of November on your skin, the Scorpio drums in the place of your heartbeat. It’s speed, if you’re lucky. It’s life and it’s death or it’s both, and there’s nothing like it. – Maggie Stiefvater • That he’ll never let you down. That boy’s got a heart the size of Kentucky, and he loves you. That’s important. Take it from someone who knows. My mom used to tell me that whatever you do, marry someone who loves you more than you love him. And I listened to her. Why do you think Henry and I get along so well? I’m not saying that I don’t love him, because I do. But if I ever left Henry or something, God forbid, ever happened to me, I don’t think he’ll be able to go on. And that guy would risk his life for mine in a heartbeat. – Nicholas Sparks • That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony. – Hermann Hesse • That’s my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it’s late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It’s times like that when I’m sure that I’m in love. – Lauren Oliver • The difference between deafness and any other disability is that there is no way to put yourself in a position of knowing what it would be like because you can’t stop yourself from hearing your own breath or your own heartbeat. You can not remove sound entirely from your life. You can get a sense of what being blind is like by closing and covering your eyes which provides a source of empathy because we can all project ourselves to that. But people who think they can project themselves into deafness are mistaken because you can’t. – Richard Masur • The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come. To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands. – Terry Tempest Williams • The final heartbeat for the Christian is not the mysterious conclusion to a meaningless existence. It is, rather, the grand beginning to a life that will never end. – James Dobson • The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature. – Joseph Campbell • The government is a heartbeat away from nationalizing health care based on deliberate misinformation about the nation’s uninsured and despite the 100 percent failure rate of such fantastic reforms elsewhere on the globe. – David Limbaugh • The great event on Calvary . . . is an eternal reminder to a power drunk generation that love is the most durable power in the world, and that it is at bottom the heartbeat of the moral cosmos. Only through achieving this love can you expect to matriculate into the university of eternal life. – Martin Luther • The greatest attribute of God is Love. The Tree of Life is located in the very depth of our soul. The most perfect and abundant fruit that grows and ripens is Life giving Love; it is the great healing force in the world. Love never fails to meet every demand of the human heart. The Divine principal of Love may be used to eliminate every sorrow, infirmity, in-harmony, ignorance and all mistakes of mankind. Love is God; eternal, limitless, changeless, infinite. It is the pulse of the world, the heartbeat of the Universe. – Baird T. Spalding • The heartbeat of your originality is deep within a body of thought that continually wrestles with the contradictions and limitations that we’re constantly trying to overcome, the curiosities and the ignorances of the people we seek to help. – Michael Eric Dyson • The myth of this world is that the way to transformation is through power, but God choose to enter the world in a weak manner, gentle and tender through the heartbeat of a child. – Rick Dees • The phone is gonna disappear. Maybe it will be a bracelet. After the bracelet it will be a blood cell sized device that maybe gets installed. We already have people with Parkinson’s that have chips installed in their brain to control their tremors. We already see people have pacemakers to help their heartbeats. I mean we’re already putting these technologies into our bodies. It is only going to deepen. – Jason Silva • The principles of the United States Constitution are, because of Senator Byrd, still the heartbeat of the US Senate. – David C. Hardesty, Jr. • The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people. – Ernst Toller • The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught. – Walt Whitman • The soundtrack in the poetry is the soundtrack from your own heartbeat. – Russell Simmons • The thing about physicists is that they tend to think that everything is physics. I don’t. That’s not what music is to me. You can explain aspects of it in physical terms, including the physics of anatomy: how our bodies move, the torsional moment of inertia, the way you move your body to a beat, the inherent periodicities of the heartbeat, the gait. That’s physics, too, I guess – maybe they’d call it biophysics. – Vijay Iyer • The truth is, we live in deeds, not days; in actions and thoughts and feelings, not heartbeats. – Michael Mullen • The type of girls that would sleep with you in a heartbeat aren’t the type of girls I’d want to take home anyway. – Niall Horan • The whole universe was stilled as if listening for a voice. For the space of one heartbeat there was peace on earth. For one fraction of a moment there was no deed of violence wrought on earth, no hatred, no fire, no whirlwind, no pain, no fear. Existence rested against the heart of God, then sighed and journeyed again. – Elizabeth Goudge • The young earth-solution to reconciling the order of creation with natural history makes good exegetical and theological sense. Indeed, the overwhelming consensus of theologians up through the Reformation held to this view. I myself would adopt it in a heartbeat except that nature seems to present such strong evidence against it. – William A. Dembski • There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenge or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isn’t. – Jonathan Carroll • There came a moment in the middle of the song when he suddenly felt every heartbeat in the room & after that he never forgot that he was part of something much bigger – Brian Andreas • There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. – Sarah Dessen • There is no other closeness in human life like the closeness between a mother and her baby – chronologically, physically, and spiritually they are just a few heartbeats away from being the same person. – Susan Cheever • There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew. – Maggie Stiefvater • There would be no chance at all of getting to know death if it happened only once. But fortunately, life is nothing but a continuing dance of birth and death, a dance of change. Every time I hear the rush of a mountain stream, or the waves crashing on the shore, or my own heartbeat, I hear the sound of impermanence. These changes, these small deaths, are our living links with death. They are death’s pulses, death’s heartbeat, prompting us to let go of all the things we cling to. – Sogyal Rinpoche • There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat. – Clive Barker • There’s a heartbeat in any country that carries on regardless – at least in Europe. That’s what worries me about America, because I’m not sure what that heartbeat is – unless it’s the heartbeat of someone who’s just arrived, who just ran over the border two weeks ago. – Helen Mirren • There’s a moment on the arch of a jump, when you are neither rising nor falling. All you can see is the sky. All you can feel is the air and all you can hear is your heartbeat. That is all you are. Muscle and motion. It’s called the deadpoint. I live for that. – Rhianna Pratchett • Things could change so entirely, in a heartbeat; the world could be made entirely anew, because someone was kind. – Jo Baker • This body is fragile. It is just flesh. Listen to the heartbeat. Life depends on the pumping of a muscle. – Stephen Batchelor • This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it. • This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down. – Andrea Gibson • Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt into one another, as full as the dark mass of bodies around me. I feel like the air downstairs has gone to liquid, to sweat and smell and sound, and I have broken apart in it. I am wave: I am pulled into the everything. I am energy and noise and a heartbeat going boom, boom, boom, echoing the drums. – Lauren Oliver • To be in a body is to hear the heartbeat of death at every moment. – Andrew Harvey • To listen to the silence is to hear the heartbeat of the Universe. – Laurence Overmire • Together, we can bring our planet’s heartbeat back. – Ian Somerhalder • True observers of nature, although they may think differently, will still agree that everything that is, everything that is observable as a phenomenon, can only exhibit itself in one of two ways. It is either a primal polarity that is able to unify, or it is a primal unity that is able to divide. The operation of nature consists of splitting the united or uniting the divided; this is the eternal movement of systole and diastole of the heartbeat, the inhalation and exhalation of the world in which we live, act, and exist. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Vishous’s chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch’s heart. “You did well, cop. Congratulations, true? – J.R. Ward • Vulnerability is the absolute heartbeat of innovation and creativity. There can be zero innovation without vulnerability. – Brené Brown • Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life,” murmured Niko. “They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean’s pulse, and our own heartbeat. – Tamora Pierce • We all have music in us – your heartbeat is your drum, your voice is your sound – and music is supposed to put you in tune with nature. – Randy Weston • We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of these two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love. – Tim Farrington • We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die. – David Gemmell • We conclude that the concentration of wealth is natural and inevitable, and is periodically alleviated by violent or peaceable partial redistribution. In this view all economic history is the slow heartbeat of the social organism, a vast systole and diastole of concentrating wealth and compulsive redistribution. – Will Durant • We each have a finite number of heartbeats, a finite amount of time. But we have enough heartbeats and enough time to do what is important. – Susan L. Taylor • We have our own little heartbeat, too. We already have what I would call polyrhythms going on. – John Densmore • We left no doubt that we are one heartbeat And something like that is pretty hard to stop Once it gets going – Oscar Lua • We like to think of life as a constant … Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat. – David Gemmell • We tell stories. We talk about statistics. And in 1978, we added an element of the show that gave it its heartbeat: the long distance dedication. – Casey Kasem • What interests Sam Mendes are characters and relationships, and he was a genius at giving you the freedom to create the type of character you want, and also to explore and have fun with your fellow actors. For him, characters and relationships are really the heartbeat of the film, and then the action is the backdrop. By developing the characters, he makes you care that much more about the action and going on a journey with the characters. – Naomie Harris • What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life – the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being. – Ellen Glasgow • When I was nine, I was diagnosed with an irregular heartbeat and was prescribed beta blockers, which had the side effect of turning my skin green. Looking like Shrek’s little sister at school wasn’t the easiest thing. – Jessie J • When we have heartbeat and brain waves, we refuse to accept it as the presence of life – this lack of logic of which we approach this issue because we like and we favor convenience over ethics. We favor convenience over the hard parts of life that actually make us grow. – Tom Coburn • When you do take the home pregnancy test, it doesn’t quite seem real. But when you see the baby and the heartbeat on the ultrasound, it’s so incredible. – Danica McKellar • Yes, God wants you to do signs and wonders. But the love of God manifested through you is what people really need. So you first must see His face. You must become so close to His very heartbeat that you can feel what others feel. – Heidi Baker • You are in a place that has not been seen for tens of thousands of years, because it was so sealed off. There is such silence that when you hold your breath you can hear your own heartbeat. Everything is so fresh that you have the sensation that the painters have merely retreated deeper into the dark and that they are looking at you. – Werner Herzog • You can hear the Celtic heartbeat all over Europe and America, from Bing Crosby to Jack White, from the Smiths to My Bloody Valentine, from House of Pain to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. – Rob Sheffield • You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost. – Deb Caletti • You had me tied in knots. You saved Belen’s life, and I wanted to kill and thank you all at the same time. And during those nights when we didn’t know if you’d live or die, I went from being angry, to worried to frustrated to scared all within a single heartbeat. If you had die, I would have killed you.- Maria V. Snyder • You kind of can’t help who you’ll fall in love with. I’d date someone who isn’t in the business in a heartbeat. – Selena Gomez • You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is – Enya • You must learn how to hold a team together. You must lift some men up, calm others down, until finally they’ve got one heartbeat. Then you’ve got yourself a team. – Bear Bryant • You must never check for a person’s pulse using your thumb, or you’ll feel your own heartbeat. Actually, I plan on doing that if I’m the one who’s here when Ruth dies. I plan on giving her my heartbeat before I let her go. – Elizabeth Berg • You think I’d cheat on you?” I demanded with all the innocent outrage I could muster. “With another guy, no. With a cheeseburger . . . in a heartbeat. – Lisa Kleypas • You turn on the television, it’s like, “Woah is me! God almighty, we’re awful.” We are so down and out we are – name me a country in the world, name me one leader anywhere in the world who wouldn’t trade places in a heartbeat. We by far, we’re going to own the 21st century. – Joe Biden • Your mother’s heartbeat is the first sound you ever hear and your own heartbeat is the last. – Dave Brubeck

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