The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I remembered when I woke up, the last thing that drifted through my mind as I went to sleep, and during the day she came to me obtrusively, obsessively, always with a painful shock.
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
ache, anguish, compulsion, compulsive, hopeless, memory, obsession, pain, unrequited-love