Quotes About Aching

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

There is no happy land. There is no end to hunger.

aching to get back in the game. Was he? Aching

Turned out, her version of true love had a compulsive element to it. Made sense. Happiness had always bored her. A cycle of aching need, followed by ecstatic acquisition or fulfillment, culminating with a glow of satisfaction? That was her fucking jam.

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.

in the process, I was creating a hunger that could never be satiated.

He would find consolation in the reminder that all flesh was as grass, that in the end all our striving came to nothing, but that in that brief aching and vivid time that we call life, one must do all that was possible to protect, conserve, and nurture this phenomenon of life.

The occupational hazard of being a Playboy Bunny is the aching facial muscles brought on by obligatory smiles.

To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.

Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.

An inconsolable longing describes that aching sense of waiting and dissatisfaction that regularly clouds our thoughts; that feeling that in the deepest depths of existence all we will find is a void.

really, what a strange man he is, thought klara, with that aching feeling of loneliness which always overcomes us when someone dear to us surrenders to a daydream in which we have no place.

Without rest in the darkness, Weary as the tired night, My soul Empty as the silence, Empty with a vague, Aching emptiness, Desiring, Needing someone, Something.

His brain is like a big dog penned in his skull, restless and pacing, aching for a run.

The world is aching for feminine wisdom to come forward.

Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.

Putting down the power right from the whistle would be ugly and brutal, but it would get the job done. He wanted to tell her that, but this was the thing with coaching: you had to step back at exactly the moment you ached to step forward.

There's a small part of my heart that's always sad Part of me that walks with a slow aching step Forever longing The beauty of that To be forever longing Too much joy makes the time pass too quickly A bit of sadness slows things down so you can see it

Shine: clear dew aching with light.

If with kindly generosity One merely has the wish to soothe The aching heads of other beings, Such merit knows no bounds.

Night's heart is full of pity for us: she cannot ease our aching; she takes our hand in hers, and the little world grows very small and very far away beneath us, and, borne on her dark wings, we pass for a moment into a mightier Presence than her own, and in the wondrous light of that great Presence, all human life lies like a book before us, and we know that Pain and Sorrow are but the angels of God.

My feet ached in my Cinderella shoes. I shifted my weight and wiggled my toes beneath the cutting Lucite straps. My Prince Charming had finally showed up, I thought wretchedly, and he was too damn late.

I know you've been aching to have your hands on my staff, I said to Ascher, as Nicodemus examined the altar for himself. I held out my hand. But I'd rather be the one fondling my tool. Wizards are weird like that. Wow, she said, and flashed me a grin, her face flushed, excited. You left me nowhere to go with that one. I have nothing to add.