A heart to the king lost to the ace, and another diamond lead was ruffed in the closed hand.

Presumably my heart is losing weight right along with the rest of me.

His heart lost some beat and he could not breathe.

And the public heart, if there is such a thing, has lost some of its elasticity.

My heart lost its beat for a second.

Eventually the heart loses its ability to pump enough blood to meet the body's needs (systolic dysfunction).

The heart also rapidly loses the ability to maintain a normal rhythm.

The heart of the father, the mother, lost in darkness.

Doctors also discovered that the heart, which pumps less vigorously in weightlessness, can lose strength.

My heart had lost a beat or two, by this point, I confess.