1 She broke it open, and her heart ached before she had read it.
2 He could do nothing but try to help the aching place to bear it, and this he tried to do.
3 But as he was going he fancied that she said something, and his heart suddenly ached with pity for her.
4 He could hardly speak for the throbbing ache in his strong teeth, that were like rows of ivory in his mouth.
5 He enjoyed the slight ache in his strong leg, he enjoyed the muscular sensation of movement in his chest as he breathed.
6 And all at once a different pain, not an ache, but an inner trouble, that set his whole being in anguish, made him for an instant forget his toothache.
7 Like a man half-awake in an agony of pain, he wanted to tear out, to fling away the aching place, and coming to his senses, he felt that the aching place was himself.
8 "Yes, to choose between me and Vronsky," thought Levin, and the dead thing that had come to life within him died again, and only weighed on his heart and set it aching.
9 But while she looked like a butterfly, clinging to a blade of grass, and just about to open its rainbow wings for fresh flight, her heart ached with a horrible despair.
10 There was no position in which he was not in pain, there was not a minute in which he was unconscious of it, not a limb, not a part of his body that did not ache and cause him agony.
11 There are people, on the other hand, who desire above all to find in that lucky rival the qualities by which he has outstripped them, and seek with a throbbing ache at heart only what is good.
12 She was expecting him the whole day, and in the evening, as she went to her own room, leaving a message for him that her head ached, she said to herself, "If he comes in spite of what the maid says, it means that he loves me still."