The desert sharpened the sweet ache of his longing, amplified it, gave shape to it in sere geology and clean slant of… — Jon Krakauer Copy Share Image
“This is the first time that Andrea ever knows it, feels it, deep in her gut: the dull ache of longing. It’s… — Miren B. Flores Copy Share Image
I miss all the little things. Like him driving with his hand resting on my knee and the way wed share a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
“I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was… — Irene Hunt Copy Share Image
As I got older, I discovered that nothing within me cried out for a baby. My womb did not seem to have… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
