Always, my heart has risen at the beginning of a journey, and this one was no exception.

When I saw the cathedrals my heart just rose up and sang within me.

His heart rose further, and he tried desperately to think of something clever to say.

It felt as if her heart rose into her throat.

This part of the coast was vaguely known to me, and my heart rose a little.

I'll go home for a couple of months, she thought, and her heart would rise.

But through all this immediate anguish, his heart still rose.

This time, however, it was only rain that went through the opening in the heavens, and my heart did not rise at all.

His heart rose when he saw that they were gentle with their prisoners, taking care to ease them to the ground.

But her heart rose in the next moment, because he had found a sling!