“Ann: How my heart has ached. How empty I have felt. How I’ve ached to hold my two babies.”
“I wonder why when I told him that my chest still ached even though I had finally told him how I felt, he said, "So you finally realize how I've felt these past three years?" and laughed.”
“I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.”
“I had wondered a million times how I could possibly go on living when my heart was gone? How was it possible that it still beat in my chest when it felt so empty?”
“I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.”
“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...”