The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names - now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don't remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under the table, as the stars are there.
Annie turned away, her eyes glittering. 'Here's what no one tells you,' she said. 'When you deliver a fetus, you get a death certificate, but not a birth certificate. And afterward, your milk comes in, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. ' She looked up at me. 'You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever. I know I didn't do the wrong thing. But I don't feel like I did the right thing, either.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.
I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.
My back hurts. My legs ache. I'm only four!
I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear.
We're living in a certain time, and we're aware of it. And that's part of what we're aware of, along with our own personal aches and pains.
Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.
What do you think love is - a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. I gave it to you with my name that night and you are its guardian, to treasure it, or let it whither and die. I do not understand you. I am angry with you. I am hurt and helpless, but nothing will fill the ache of the hollowness in me where your name would echo if I lost you.
When a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache.
This was nonsense, he thought. The need of her was a physical thing, like the thirsty of a sailor becalmed for weeks on the sea. He'd felt the need before, often, often, in their years apart. But why now? She was safe; he knew where she was - was it only the exhaustion of the past weeks and days, or perhaps the weakness of creeping age that made his bones ache, as though she had in fact been torn from his body, as God had made Eve from Adam's rib?
. . . no matter how one's heart aches, one can do the necessary things and do them well.
A woman who lives with the stress of an overwhelmed schedule will often ache with the sadness of an underwhelmed soul.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
the cold winds of insecurity. . . hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.
Some men make money not for the sake of living, but ache In the blindness of greed and live just for their fortune's sake.
There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.
Lina loved her little sister so much that it was like an ache under her ribs.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
