Any authentic struggle with addiction must involve deprivation. We have to go hungry and unsatisfied; we have to ache for something…Withdrawal symptoms are real, and one way or another, they will be experienced. If we can both accept and expect this pain, we will be much better prepared to face struggles with specific attachments.
— Joyce Houser
Let’s wait for the snow
to bury us in silence,
to freeze all that aches.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via thesnapediaries)
Imagine that human existence is defined by an Ache: the Ache of our not being, each of us, the center of the universe; of our desires forever outnumbering our means of satisfying them.
— ― Jonathan Franzen, How to Be Alone
Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I’m afraid for myself…the old primitive urge for survival. It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain…remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.
— Sylvia Plath
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
— ― Vladimir Nabokov