An autological word (also called homological word) is a word expressing a property which it also possesses itself (e.g., the word “short” is short, “noun” is a noun, “English” is English, “pentasyllabic” has five syllables, “word” is a word, “sesquipedalian” is a long word; see Wiktionary for a partial list). The opposite is a heterological word, one that does not apply to itself (e.g., “long” is not long, “verb” is not typically a verb, “phonetic” is not spelled the way it sounds, “monosyllabic” has five syllables, “German” is not German, etc.). — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autological_word
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rive - from Old Norse rīfa (“to rend, tear apart”) To break apart; to split. Archaic except in past participle. — http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/rive#English
But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor, and it gathered into a roar that sucked at the hearing itself, and coalesced into a voice that penetrated into the sinuses and finally into the very minds of those hearing it, taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship’s horn, the locomotive’s lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever. — Denis Johnson, Train Dreams
[Saudade] describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return. A stronger form of saudade may be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover… — Saudade, from Wikipedia