My heart beat too fast, and there did not seem to be enough air in the cold, dark room.

Her heart seemed to stop beating and for once she couldn't look away.

My heart seemed to have stopped dead when he spoke.

My heart seemed as if it were turning to ice.

Then his heart seemed to die in its last fear.

The heart of the storm seemed to be to the south and west.

His heart didn't seem to be in much of anything, right now.

His heart seemed to stop when he saw that the bed was empty.

And in my family, all our hearts seem to have whole different things inside.

And her heart for the fraction of a second seemed to stand still too.