“How much of life could he spend aching? Aching is not a stable condition; it must resolve into something”
“Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else? [Wren]”
“But maybe if he got close to me I could feel something. Maybe I could cry and the ache would go away.”
“I ache to cry... ache so much, it takes my breath away.”
“Ann: How my heart has ached. How empty I have felt. How I’ve ached to hold my two babies.”
“What is he aching to do? What are we all aching to do? What do we want?” She didn’t know. She yawned. She was sleepy. It was too much. Nobody could tell. Nobody would ever tell. It was all over. She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.”