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“I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!"
"You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive
or awake
however you choose to see it
and I live in my own flames
sometimes burning too bright and too wild
to make things last
or handle
myself or anyone else
and so I run.
run run run
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split
and it feels good.
Hear that people? It feels good
because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

“I would like to be able to breathe鈥� to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

“Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?”
― Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

“lean in to kiss me
in all the places

where the ache
is
the most special.”
― Sanober Khan

“in the afterglow
of an evening rain

i lay down
in the grass
and think of you

my body aches
like an after-kiss

breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers

my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.”
― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

“If my eyes have pain, I close them; If my body aches, I rest it; If my heart breaks, I mend it; If my soul is lost, I pray for it”
― Jeremy Aldana

“She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.”
― Kristan Higgins, Somebody to Love

“Do you have any idea what it feels like to suddenly realize that the reason you鈥檝e have been so lost your whole life is because a piece of you was missing and you never even knew it鈥攐nly to find that missing piece and know that you can鈥檛 have it and so you will never, ever be whole?”
― Olivia Fuller, Something Wicked

“The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I remembered when I woke up, the last thing that drifted through my mind as I went to sleep, and during the day she came to me obtrusively, obsessively, always with a painful shock.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“And her heart burst like the stars do in the end, and She fell on her knees. But the whole world looked her in awe. She lit the whole universe with her fire for a moment. In the end, she was as beautiful as the stardust falling from the sky and her heart didn't ache anymore.”
― Akshay Vasu

“there is some aching
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“Whether anybody comes to convince me or not, a part of my life does always ache arresting my chest.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.”
― Lauren Oliver, Liesl & Po

“Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.
I鈥檓 the winner in this game,
unable to stoop to your level of shame.
Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.”
― Jamie Weise

“This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.”
― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

“Of course to one so modern as I am, `Enfant de mon si猫cle,鈥� merely to look at the world will be always lovely. I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall see the wind stir into restless beauty the swaying gold of the one, and make the other toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me. Linnaeus fell on his knees and wept for joy when he saw for the first time the long heath of some English upland made yellow with the tawny aromatic brooms of the common furze; and I know that for me, to whom flowers are part of desire, there are tears waiting in the petals of some rose. It has always been so with me from my boyhood. There is not a single colour hidden away in the chalice of a flower, or the curve of a shell, to which, by some subtle sympathy with the very soul of things, my nature does not answer. Like Gautier, I have always been one of those 鈥榩our qui le monde visible existe.”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis and Other Writings

“The hurt felt real - much more real than the entire afternoon of staying silent. So she lay on the hard wooden floor between her brothers' beds and let that ache fill her.”
― Malinda Lo, Last Night at the Telegraph Club

“Red is all right, I thought to myself. Wherever and whatever he is or will be, he is all right. It is I who must be made well. There's a hole inside me that will have to be filled up. And an aching that will have to grow less.”
― Sheila Moon, Knee-Deep in Thunder

“He cut off her protest with his mouth. When he was certain she would no longer object, he moved his lips from her mouth to her breast. They were so full and fit perfectly in his hands. She cried out when his tongue flicked her sensitive nipple so he did it again and again. Her response was driving him wild. His plan had been to take his time and wait for her to come to him. But the moment she'd said his name, he was lost. Couldn't control himself. She was his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slammed into her and she met every thrust head-on, grinding into him as he came.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“My heart bleeds after saying goodbye,
A sad ache that will not subside.
The pain of parting is a heavy price,
A longing for what can never be complete;
Only the memories remain of what once was shared,
And the dreams that can no longer be.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“Even after seeing you a thousand times why is there this ache within my heart?”
― Avijeet Das

“We became paid professionals of pain,
Specialists in suffering,
Aces of the ache,
Masters of the moan.”
― Amanda Gorman, Call Us What We Carry

“You can't hate a proov when you're near one, because you want to be like them, you ache to be like them. You want to be perfect, too, and you know if you were improved you'd act just like they do, and feel what they feel, and glide through the world with sky-colored eyes and hair like sunlight, and nothing dirty or broken could ever touch you.”
― Rodman Philbrick, The Last Book in the Universe

“El caso es que toda mi existencia era, al final, un mont贸n de hilos de los que hab铆a tirado en alg煤n momento, pero que siempre hab铆a terminado por cortar antes de que pudiesen hacerse lo suficientemente largos como para ser resistentes.
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No ten铆a mucho m谩s. Curiosamente, me di cuenta de que todos los hab铆a cortado por mi cuenta, como si una parte de m铆 huyese de la compa帽铆a, de la amistad, del amor, de todo lo bueno. Quiz谩 buscaba la tristeza, la soledad, la desdicha. Quiz谩 las persegu铆a.”
― Alice Kellen, Nosotros en la Luna

“Amidst the Orange Dreamy hues of life, a mindful truth whispers: 'No one is too busy; silence echoes unspoken desires. The heart yearns in a silent war with the mind's certainty. In this dance, acknowledge the ache, for within, lies the key to healing.”
― Huzefa Nalkheda wala

“I deeply ache for more than this. But to ache, is to exist. And I can't do more of that right now.”
― S.A. Quinox

“The ache for home lives in all of us.”
― Maya Angelou

“The space between
Petals of love and ache
Mirrors the distance
Between us鈥�
Comforted by faith.”
― Jasmine Mir贸, Where Written Words Remain: Route to My Soul

“It is a deep, relentless ache,
that I cannot escape.

Unfazed,
and perhaps,
relieved, by the pain,
that has taken root.”
― Nyx Thorn, VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind