Quotes About Craving

Flies? Flies? Poor puny things. Who wants to eat flies?

The ego wants to want more than it wants to have. And so the shallow satisfaction of having is always replaced by more wanting.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

Often, the thing we pursue most passionately is but a substitute for the one thing we really want and cannot have.

Our ignorance is such that most of us don't realize we're thirsty. Or, if we realize we're thirsty, we look for water in the wrong place. We go into fire looking for cool refreshment. And often we're confused about what our thirst actually is.

Slake the thirst that has assailed you for so long.

Othman willed her face to turn to him. He could see she was anxious, uncertain, but recognised within her eyes a hunger for him.

Daniel noticed that Sofia glared hungrily at the remains of the fruit as Enniel replaced it on the altar. She looked as if she might rise up, throw herself across the temple, and gorge herself on the sticky fragments.

The cruel bitterness of the drink drew claws down Khaster's throat. He craved that feeling. It was as if a creature were captive in his brain, punching his skull, trying to get out. But he did not fall as his companion had suggested. The Red Witch cleared his sight. Every sense felt honed, alert, precise.

Pharinet, more than anyone he knew, craved freedom.

She craves his attention, and the least morsel of it gives her satisfaction.

It is an addictive substance, life.

I could not let such a tasty morsel pass through my domain without knowing him this way.

The ache of longing was sweeter if its gratification was denied.

Will we ever get a taste for that? It is like sugar and spice mixed with bile.

Sing a lust song," Bayard said. "Sing it for me.

Once you have been touched by them, it becomes an addiction.

All that compels me now is a mindless quest to see the face of the one I have pursued.

What an unfortunate time for the wanderlust to strike!

How much Tayven had been like good food: a delight to the senses. People had wanted to gorge on him and they had. But the flavors eventually had become bitter.

He was a simple, animal hunger, and he didn't care what he was eating or how it tasted . It was like taking aspirin to make a headache go away. You don't enjoy the aspirin

It's pitiful to have a life in which junk food is awarded the same high status as sex.

I have always come in a poor third with the people whose affection I most craved. Well, you know what? I'll be damned if I'll settle for that from you, too. I deserve better. Its taken me a while to realize it, but I do.

What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.