When you're as hollow as Enoch Kane, the emptiness aches. He's desperate to fill it, but he doesn't have the patience or the commitment to fill it with anything worthwhile… So a man like Kane obsesses on one thing after another sex, money, food, power, drugs, alcohol anything that seems to give meaning to his days, but that requires no real self-discovery or self-sacrifice.
dean r. koontzMy heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
john keatsWhen the head aches, all the members partake of the pains.
Miguel de CervantesYet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.
fernando pessoaSun-swept beaches with a light wind blowingFrom the immense blue circle of the sea,And the soft thunder where long waves whiten —These were the same for Sappho as for me.Two thousand years — much has gone by forever,Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men —But here on the beaches that time passes overThe heart aches now as then.
sara teasdaleMy heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
john keatsIf I could read your mind love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel just like the kind a drug store would sell When you reach the part where the heart aches come the hero would be me But heroes often fail And you won't read that book again because the endings just too hard to take..
gordon lightfootYet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
robert graves