Quotes About Ache

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled

I've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you.

I know it's impossible to explain this to you. I carry this terrible aching hell in my heart.

Well, the rain stopped but the pain was still there

All the ache in my heart and the wound in my soul All the tearing apart at saying good-bye All the pain deep inside, like a dam giving way . .

My back only bugs me when I sleep wrong. I feel my knee more than anything, the left one. It's arthritic.

To go back to the original hunger was impossible.

Every pore mourns. Not the brain, nor the chest where bereavement nests, but the body, whole-- how it burns. The ache of new bone being grown.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

When Will truly wants something," said Jem, quietly, "when he feels something — he can break your heart.

merriment, the ache in her side that

Do you want me?" she said in a distorted voice. "God, yes, fuck yes…I ache…." "Tell me you want me." Spreading his knees wide, he put his hand on his sex and squeezed. "So bad…I'm dying…." "Say the words." "I want you…," he breathed. Elise

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

When something was said in a certain kind of way, it seemed to embrace the cosmos. It's not just my heart, but every heart was involved, and the loneliness was dissolved, and you felt that you were this aching creature in the midst of an aching cosmos, and the ache was okay. Not only was it okay, but it was the way that you embraced the sun and the moon.

Longing that is deeper than want. It's not as simple as desire. It's more like missing something you've never had.

my head hurt in a petty nagging way that wasn't quite worth a painkiller.

I feel like I need and need and need and it's wearing a hole in the fabric.

At night, when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a way to return to me.

But now he felt a deep ache in his chest—like that of a sore muscle—and each beat of his heart pained him. His

Meanwhile I was trying to stave off the ache I'd developed. I noticed it first at the airport, coming home from a trip. There was a crowd on the other side of customs, holding flowers, the little kids dressed up and excited, waiting for their loved ones, who were returning home. I hated walking past that gauntlet of waiting people, because none of them were waiting for me. I stood in the cab line and felt the weight of my aloneness come down on me.

I unlocked the door of my apartment, where the only movement, while I was gone, had been the light moving across the walls from the morning to evening and a scuttling roach or two, and the air inside smelled of loneliness. The ache got eased a little the next day, after I'd picked up my dog from my sister, gotten sucked back into the slipstream of the city. But only a little. And soon it spread, until the word home could make me cry. I wanted one.

Tenía la sensación de pasarme el día anhelando cosas que no podían hacerse realidad.

To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.