Quotes About Craving

I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair

If you find yourself craving approval, you are low on self-love. Stop grasping for a few scraps wherever you can. Go home and make yourself a feast. Love yourself deeply today.

This kiss was hello.It was I've missed you, I've craved you, I've never forgotten you.This kiss was love.

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

Like hot foodI love youlike warmbread & coldcuts, buttersammichesor, days later, afterThanksgivingwhen I wantwhatever's left

What an unrequited love it is, this thirst! But is it love, when it is unrequited?

One sided-love always goes with the urge of possessing.

Everything else is nothing.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

The closest thing I have to a spiritual experience anymore is a Mocha Frappe from McDonald's.

Love is like candy floss. you crave it and it looks very promising, but if you try to satisfy your hunger with it, there is nothing. Only a sweet aftertaste - if you're lucky.

I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth

For the record, I still know nothing about marijuana or any drug, and don't want to. My drugs are chopped liver and cheesecake - probably equally damaging, but they taste better.

Having more does not keep you from wanting more.

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need...you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.

But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.

Some men drink the blood of other men, all I drink is wine.

He calls for food. Who will feed me? I, who have fed so many, am hungry. Bring me food. Let there be food. Oysters on a silver salver. He drinks them from their shells. Sweet skewers of pork with a peanut glaze. He tears them with his teeth. Filo parcels of feta and spinach. He breaks them with his hands. His prayer is answered. The feast surrounds him.

Don't do it. Please. I know this book looks delicious with its light-weight pages sliced thin a prosciutto and swiss stacked in a way that would make Dagwood salivate. The scent of freshly baked words wafting up with every turn of the page. Mmmm page. But don't do it. Not yet. Don't eat this book.

you're quite wrong there, Collie. One does miss sex. The body has a life of it's own. We do miss what we haven't had, you and I. Biologically. Ask Sigmund Freud. It is revealed in dreams. The absent touch of warm limbs at night, the absent

When I failed again and again to reproduce life in some satisfactory and perfect form, I was the more imprisoned, for all my carefree living, within my craving for this satisfaction.

Desire is craving enough to sacrifice for

Matt's mouth watered at the memory of cookies.

You're the only right thing I've ever wanted.