A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of all people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to love, to be loved, and to belong. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick.
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
As a former football player who has carried a football more than 4,000 times, trust me, I did not go into ballroom dancing with my body being 100 percent, with no aches or pains or ailments coming with me. When you're dancing, you're doing stuff that your body's not used to, and so you start to aggravate those old injuries.
Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.
Sometimes I think God loves the ones who most desperately ache and are most desperately lost - his or her wildest, most messed-up children - the way you'd ache and love a screwed-up rebel daughter in juvenile hall.
It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.
The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.
I always think the most romantic books or films are the ones where the romance doesn't happen, because it makes your heart ache so much watching it.
Drawing makes you see things clearer, and clearer and clearer still, until your eyes ache.
The best thing I've learned is that you have to listen to your body, and you have to be your own physician. Don't ignore those little groaning aches and pains.