Ache Quotes
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I ache for the touch of your lips dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear.
Tom Lehrer
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What would happen after the tour. The thought of not seeing him daily filled her chest with a hollow ache.
Brenda Novak
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You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.
Ernest Hemingway
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Fill all thy bones with aches.
William Shakespeare
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The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
William Shakespeare
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but that mimosa grove - the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since." "this then is my story. i have reread it. it has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. at this or that twist of it i feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than i care to probe.
Vladimir Nabokov
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There were no tears in her. The wound went too deep, or she was not so constituted to give way to it. Hers would be the perpetual ache of loss and loneliness, slowly dulled with time until it became a part of her character, a faint sourness tinged with withered pride.
Winston Grime
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When I think of your name, I feel an ache.
Carrie Jones
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He's charmed by her as if she were some fairy!" continued Arabella. "See how he looks round at her, and lets his eyes rest on her. I am inclined to think that she don't care for him quite so much as he does for her. She's not a particular warm-hearted creature to my thinking, though she cares for him pretty middling much-- as much as she's able to; and he could make her heart ache a bit if he liked to try--which he's too simple to do.
Thomas Hardy
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You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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But that mimosa grove-the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since-until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.
Vladimir Nabokov
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He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache
William Shakespeare
