Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

Heart broken-he felt a deep ache in his chest, like that of a sore muscle, and each beat of his heart pained him

The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each

It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.

Whether anybody comes to convince me or not
a part of my life does always ache
arresting my chest.

I didn't know what to think, but what I felt was magnetic and so big it ached like the moon had entered my chest and filled it up. The only thing I could compare it to was the feeling I got one time when I walked from the peach stand and saw the sun spreading across the late afternoon, setting the top of the orchard on fire while darkness collected underneath. Silence had hovered over my head, beauty multiplying in the air, the trees so transparent I felt like I could see through to something pure inside them. My chest ached then, too, this very same way.

…what I am aches in me.

Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start

O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.

…the war goes on — an ache in the bones, an ache in the gut, an ache in the heart.

I have entered the place I thought was death and it has turned out to be life itself. I entered this Ache alone, but inside it I have found everyone. In surrendering to the Ache of loneliness I have discovered un-loneliness. Right here, inside the Ache, with everyone who has welcomed a child or held the hand of a dying grandmother or said goodbye to a great love. I am here, with all of them. ... Inside the ache is "We." We can do hard things like be alive and love deep and lose it all, because we do these hard things alongside everyone who has ever walked the Earth with her arms, eyes, and heart wide open. The Ache is not a flaw. It's our meeting place. It's the clubhouse of the brave. All the lovers are there. It is where you go alone to meet the world. The ache is love. The ache was never warning me "this ends, so leave." She was saying "this ends, so stay."

El corazón es un infinito de pesadísimas cadenas, encadenando puñaditos de aire.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so…

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.

You have a hollowed out heart, but it's heavy in your chest I try so hard to fight it, but it's hopeless You're hopeless.