What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.
Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?
My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.
The gloom encroaches upon my mind, and my heart flutters like a bird held fast in a fist.
When he smiled, something strange happened to my insides. It was like they turned to liquid.
Red was smiling back at me. "Ok. I'm not in trouble. But tell me your heart didn't start beating for the first time in a month." I couldn't deny it. So I didn't.
'Pears like my heart go flutter, flutter, and then they may say, 'Peace, Peace,' as much as they likes - I know it's goin' to be war!
Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don't make memories like that anymore
Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.
He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your lungs with air.
My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.
I had this memory of being with my aunt, who I loved, you know, and watching her blow some bubbles in sunlight, and my heart fluttered when I watched her.
I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.
There are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
