Quotes About Craving

I crave my mom's Sloppy Joes.

I don't eat bubble gum, but I like the smell.

I actually get quite sad when I smell bacon.

I love the smell of Burger King when I ride past, but sometimes I have to avoid it.

My favorite snack would have to be Fritos, no doubt about it. Fritos and mayonnaise. I know. Really healthy, isn't it?

I always leave a box of unsalted almonds in my house. A handful of those are a good snack that should keep you satisfied.

I get snappy if I don't eat.

I could certainly eat more of this, but am I still hungry?

Could it be that sweetness is the prototype of all desire?

If I have you for a day, I'll want you for a week. If I have you for a week, I'll want you for another week.

El amor no es más que el deseo furioso de algo que huye de nosotros...

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

como una especie de droga; te exalta, pero a su vez crea una fuerte dependencia, por lo que es posible convertirse en un gran adicto a él. Y

To die of thirst is a heavenly, blissful death compared with the craving for morphine. The feeling must be something like that of a man buried alive, clawing at the skin on his chest in the effort to catch the last tiny bubbles of air in his coffin, or of a heretic at the stake, groaning and writhing as the first tongues of flame lick at his feet.

But no, no! The seductive mystics are lying. There are no Caribbean Seas in the world, no reckless buccaneers are sailing them, and no corvettes are chasing them, no cannon smoke drifts low over the waves. There is nothing, and there never was! There is only a stunted linden tree out there, and iron fence, and the boulevard beyond it...And ice melting in the bowl, and someone's bovine bloodshot eyes at the next table, and fear, fear...Oh, gods, gods, poison, give me poison!... (67)

She was in the grip of an insuperable longing to fall. She lived in a constant state of vertigo. "Pick me up", is the message of a person who keeps falling.

Suffering comes from desire, not from pain.

I love food too much - not because I'm fat but because it's so consumptionistic, etc.

I would love to eat a really great burger, but it doesn't exist in our part of the world.

Lust is raw selfishness. It's all about my wants, my needs, my pleasure. Most love songs are actually lust songs.

[I love] anything chocolate, anytime, anywhere.

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.