Quotes About Ache

she was crooning to herself: "Oh, my back and oh, my bones ! Oh, my back and oh, my bones!

Hurts so—That's just loss. This hole within—

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

How is your injury?" Dominic asks. "My what?" It says a lot about me that I don't even notice the ache of a stab wound anymore, that a part of me is so utterly immune to pain. "It's fine. I mean, it hurts. But I'm used to that.

loneliness flowed through my bones with an ache.

There was a feeling in him like a bruise, a purple ache that set between his ribs. He tasted a cry building at the back of his throat. It was too familiar and made him fearful.

I die of thirst here at the fountainside.

Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache.

he would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion-like the phantom pain of an amputee

the Aché were hunted and killed without mercy by Paraguayan farmers.

The moon, our own, earthly moon is bitterly lonely, because it is alone in the sky, always alone, and there is no one to turn to, no one to turn to it. All it can do is ache across the weightless airy ice, across thousands of versts, toward those who are equally lonely on earth, and listen to the endless howling of dogs.

The ache of marriage: thigh and tongue, beloved, are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth We look for communion and are turned away, beloved, each and each It is leviathan and we in its belly looking for joy, some joy not to be known outside it two by two in the ark of the ache of it.

on the scale of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else's presence

know what it is to want something so badly, you feel like your cells aren't properly bonded together without it. At any moment you might just crumble apart.

the hunger that hides in our hearts is the one that kills us" ~Isabelle, Step sister

It's the hunger in our hearts that kills us.

They must have looked like traveling companions, Phoebe thought, possibly even a couple. She noticed her voice leaning into laughter, how she tossed her head, each tiny gesture like the sweet ache of a muscle craving exercise.

Life is an accumulation of aches. They fill you up and take your breath away and you think you'll never breathe again, but before you know it, you are just words on paper, gone quiet and asleep until someone finds those words and reads them.

Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something other than the ache in my heart.

I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.

At times I hardly can believe in you. Except this ache, this longing in my gut, this emptiness which theorizes you because if there is emptiness this deep, there must be fullness somewhere.

also, i wanted to kiss you, said lola. come here, said emmett.