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“Blood drummed in her ears and adrenaline coursed through her veins, driving her to move. To act. Her hands trembled against his chest. Time…

— G.S. Jennsen

“She wanted to be alone. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected.…

— Jane Austen

“Her presence incites madness within me and yet it calms me.”

— samin

“Finally, she grew quiet. After that, coherent thought. With this, stalked through her a cold, bloody rage; Hours of this; a period of introspection;…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet…

— Richard Matheson

“His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and…

— Sarah J. Maas

“Seeming utterly fragile and vulnerable, the silhouette pulsed almost imperceptibly with the beating of her heart or the motions of her inner heart, as…

— Haruki Murakami

“Her heart was beating appreciably faster, and she took more rapid breaths, but she was enjoying herself. Adventuresses are born, not made.”

— Kerry Greenwood

“rushing through her system drowned all other sound. Numb, she listened to the world pulse in and out around her. Then, deathly silence reigned.    ”

— Adriana Noir

“She did not move. Nor did she scream or faint; her only actions were to draw back the hem of her dress from where…

— Philip Pullman

“She was a masterpiece of composure; nothing ever ruffled her or made her upset, and though she was not beautiful her calmness had the…

— Donna Tartt

“It was only in the first few years that she felt herself screaming silently, at times, for a glimpse of human ability, a single…

— Ayn Rand