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“I've ran only about 3 meters and I feel like my heart is going to explode”

Feels Heart My Heart Ran Meter

Author:Onew

“I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind, I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had, But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind; I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad.”

Mind Heart I Can Sides Opinion Blood Wind Bears My Heart Healthy Madness Mad Caught Flesh Ran Flesh And Blood

Book:The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

“The last sort of really low-key race I ran, I realized with about a hundred metres to go, that my heart just wasn't in it. I wasn't trying my hardest, I didn't care to compete against the girls I was up against. That spoke a lot about where my heart was taking me-which was off the track.”

Trying Heart Care Lasts Girl Race Keys My Heart Lows Hundred Track I Realized Hardest Ran Spokes Low Key Trying My Hardest

Author:Cathy Freeman

“I started out mopping floors, waiting tables, and tending bar at my dad's tavern. I put myself through school working odd jobs and night shifts. I poured my heart and soul into a small business. And when I saw how out-of-touch Washington had become with the core values of this great nation, I put my name forward and ran for office.”

“And I ran after that voice through the streets so as not to lose sight of the splendid wreath of bodies gliding over the city, and I realized with anguish in my heart that they were flying like birds and I was falling like a stone, that they had wings and I would never have any.”

Heart Body Fall Voice Loses Cities Streets My Heart Bird Stones Sight Wings I Realized Flying Ran Anguish Splendid Wreaths Gliding

Author:Milan Kundera

“I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”