Quotes about Pang

And then, he was not there. A terrible storm came over her, as if she were drowning. She was possessed by a devastating hopelessness. And she approached mechanically to the altar. Never had she known such a pang of utter and final hopelessness. It was beyond death, so utterly null, desert.

Love, that is the pulse of all, the sustenance and the pang […] No other theme but love—knitting, enclosing, all-diffusing love. — Walt Whitman, from "The Mystic Trumpeter", Leaves of Grass (Simon Schuster, August 1st 2006) Originally published July 4th 1855.

In an instant's compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men's whole lives.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.