Quotes About Yearning

Desperately wanting to communicate with someone who no longer exists is essentially a lesson in gravity. No matter how hard you try to overcome it, it will always pull you down.

For the rest of the day all I could think about was that precious fruit. The mango, that is.

trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.

A search. We're all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two hundred pairs. But it's all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.

And sure, I could've stayed where I was, continued working my nowhere job, living in my nowhere apartment, eventually marry some nowhere man, have a few kids and anesthetize myself with provincial monotony like most of my peers had done, and before I knew it I'd be six feet under. I wanted more.

You weren't to know how your touch with the teaspoon stirred me…

It was an odd feeling, longing to see someone and dreading it at the same time.

No-one's ever satisfied.

I lived across the street from Noodle Bar. I could barely stand it, because you're there all the time; you can't get away.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

Nostalgia is an amazing thing.

Nostalgia is a strange and powerful emotion. As much we try and fight it and fight ourselves, it's very hard not to.

Nostalgia is very powerful.

I love nostalgia.

I'm a deeply romantic person, nostalgic to a fault.

I'm a nostalgic guy.

I'm a very sentimental guy; I'm a very nostalgic guy.

I love a Coffee Crisp, and they are nowhere to be found in America.

No, I haven't asked for a guy's number, but I've always wanted to.

Desire creates its own object.

Because of the accumulation of objects, things are never quite the way I want them to be. There has always been a lack of, well, clarity.

I obsess over places I will never live and restaurants at which I aspire to eat.

I never have crushes, apart from my husband Michael, I guess, because I was obsessed with him, and I didn't speak to him for nearly a year. I kept going into the restaurant where he worked to look at him.

I'm obsessed with getting married, but I don't even have a boyfriend.