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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. koontz— Chapter 64; words of former policeman Thomas Vanadium
My 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 keats— 1820 Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and Other Poems,'Ode to a Nightingale', stanza1.
When the head aches, all the members partake of the pains.
Miguel de Cervantes— Ch. 2. (Part II (1615))
Yet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.
fernando pessoa— Original: Eu, porém, não tenho nobreza estilística. Dói-me a cabeça porque me dói a cabeça. Dói-me o universo porque me dói a cabeça.
— Ibid.
Sun-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 teasdale— The Unchanging
If only one tooth aches, rejoice that not all of them ache.... If your wife betrays you, be glad that she betrayed only you and not the nation.
Anton Chekhov— Life is Wonderful
My 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 keats— Stanza 1. (Ode to a Nightingale)
If 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 lightfoot— If You Could Read My Mind, Track 8, Reprise
Yet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.
— Original: Eu, porém, não tenho nobreza estilística. Dói-me a cabeça porque me dói a cabeça. Dói-me o universo porque me dói a cabeça.
— Ibid.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
— Prospero, scene ii
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— "Recalling War," lines 1–6, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938)
