The ache to utter and see in word The silhouette of a brooding soul.

-Sandburg, Carl
  Describing the poet's motivation. In Reckless Ecstasy.

For a long time we dreamed of a real leather ball, and at last my brother had one for his birthday. The feel of the leather, the stitching round it, the faint gold letters stamped upon it, the touch of the seam, the smell of it, all affected me so deeply that I still have that ache of beauty when I hold a cricket ball.

-Uttley, Alison
  Carts and Candlesticks.