Quotes About Ache

When we focus on our pain, our ache deepens.

Born in the City, her husband wasn't familiar with the taste of healthy, green food you had picked only hours before. The sight of earth not taken over by concrete. That in darkness, if there was no trouble, the only sounds came from small beings. He didn't know that you could ache for a place, even when it had hurt you so badly.

In the end he sleeps because waiting is a dull, sick ache, like a tinnitus of the soul.

He felt his arms ache and, looking down, saw that the girl had stopped struggling. There came that point, that sudden, blissful point, when it was useless to go on living, and when the mind and body came to accept that such was the case. That was a beautiful, peaceful moment, the most relaxed moment of one's life.

Jay couldn't fill that empty space with anything. Nothing brought him joy.

To be close to your greatest desire could be an exquisite pain

When you grow up without something, the lack of it is always with you. Even when you finally have it." Helen

a bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.

Because if the Texan hadn't been mistaken (or lying), and Jake had been convicted of the murder—and sentenced to hang for it—her dreams of a future with him would remain just that. And the mere thought of losing him, even for a reason like that, woke an ache inside her that she'd thought long buried, a pain as cutting and as deep as Mary's death had caused.

They had nothing. He wanted to weep. She makes men cry, Morris had said. Maybe they ought to.

Ellie closed her eyes and felt the aching loneliness well up inside her chest.

He shouldn't be inclined. Mallory Quinn was sweet, warm, and caring. She was a white picket fence and two-point-four kids. She was a diamond ring. She was someone's keeper. Not his. Never his. He didn't do keepers. And yet in that beat, with her mouth close to his, a smile in her eyes, he... ached. He ached and yearned for something. Someone. He wanted to wrap his arms around a woman, this woman, and lose himself in her.

I want you, Elle, he said, voice low and rough. It's a goddamn ache, I want you so much.

There was a flash, a tingling pain in my head, and then a lingering, dull ache. For some reason that didn't surprise me. You don't gain knowledge without a little pain.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

No matter how much you consumed, you would not have your fill.

Oh I miss you, I miss being overwhelmed by you, and I need rescue, I think I'm fading away..

So sick of being lonely, so sick of being horny!

What I wanted was a simple response. I didn't want to feel, that was too difficult. I wanted to hurt, I wanted real, tangible, physical pain. That I could understand.

The chief characteristics of my childhood were an aching loneliness and the daily struggle to avoid a bleakness of spirit that unrelieved loneliness can foment.

But by nature, the human heart yearns most for what it cannot have.

hurts?" "My whole arm hurts.

desire is so much sweeter when you cant have it.

Then how come you went there?" "I was lonesome. Lonesome takes what it can get.