Ached in a sentence

Again and again, as my forearms trembled and my fingers ached, my feet slipped on the mercilessly smooth granite.

I spiked a fever with chills (this is when I found out that my baseline temp is not 98.6 but 97.9) and ached all over.

Faced with an exciting, yet terrifying, new power, Tim sets out on a journey to find the one thing he’s always ached for: love.

Once again, my stab wound was still weeping, my head and body still ached from the beating.

Madhubala touched the hearts of her fans, but one thing she ached for till her last breath was the love of tragedy king of Bollywood, Dilip Kumar.

She added: ‘This year I have felt a loss so profound that my whole body has ached.

Having helped in making them mine, I remember their arrivals that still produced grave guilt in one’s motherhood because we have ached for sons instead.

As soon as you walked into my bookstore/bakery, my soul ached for your touch.

I laughed hard, cried 'til my eyes ached, and once gasped so loud that I heard it echo across a theater struck silent by a moment both shocking and tender.

Because — we were never given permission as children to feel whole / to feel validated / to feel like ‘good people’ when it was our minds & hearts that ached.

New Jersey Sen. Cory Booker, who is in Atlanta this weekend being honored by The King Center for Nonviolent Social Change, said “my soul has ached” during Trump’s presidency.

He was somewhat disfigured from surgery for cancer, and he told me his foot ached because he was standing for so many hours every day keeping an eye on the self-checkout counters.

My thumb ached from hours spent scrolling.

I ached with laughter, or was it recognition as the ‘performers’ the students milled, chatted, worked whilst the tutor, in this case Francis, observes, bites his tongue and oh, oh, staying neutral.

My mind feels as if it ached to behold & know something great – something one & indivisible – and it is only in the faith of this that rocks or waterfalls, mountains or caverns give me the sense of sublimity or majesty!

But when I got the prints back, the room was so little and sparse—four walls with a giant poster of David Bowie on one, a bed scrupulously made with a cheap wool blanket—that I ached at the difference between my hopes for him and his reality.