Quote by Michael Banebrook Download Open image ““Her heart was pumping like a cement mixer but it felt good to be banging around like that”” — Michael Banebrook ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She was so fed up with unrequited love and platonic love and all the other kinds of love that weren’t passionate, romantic, can’t-live-without-you, I-have-to-have-you-right-now,… — Sarra Manning Copy Share Image
“Her heart beat hard in her chest, until she felt the echo of its pounding in every part of her.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“Her heart at that point was slippery and hot, and loud, so loud so loud.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“I felt like my lungs weren’t big enough to breathe her in, and my heart couldn’t beat fast enough to love her the way… — Jane Harvey-Berrick Copy Share Image
“I pressed her hands to my chest and wondered if she could feel the fullness around my heart.” — Ellie Danes Copy Share Image
“She was wired into my heart. Twisted and kinked and threaded right through.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I waited for my body to respond to her nearness. Hoping that my heart would beat wildly or that wonderful tingling feeling would begin… — Karen Ann Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I felt my heart skip a beat, just one, but it was enough that I took notice. It was nice to know that the poor thing wasn't too wounded to get up and try again. It had been beaten, bruised, and bloodied, broken in two and wrapped up again, but it was still there, still thumping away for one more… — C.M. Stunich Copy Share
“With each step she took that brought her closer to where I stood, my heart pounded harder against my chest.” — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
“No matter how it felt to be near him, she had to keep her swollen heart in check.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“When she left, it was like someone had ripped my heart out, crumbled it up like a flimsy piece of loose leaf paper and… — Stephanie Campbell Copy Share Image
“Her breath came out like clouds in the air. He loved her breath” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“She was like a song on the radio that touches a person so profoundly they call the station just to find out who sang… — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“Everyone around them seem oblivious to their own brand of intimacy.” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were the color of rich, dark leather and her lips were a peach fizz” — Michael Banebrook Copy Share Image