Quotes About Craving

DESIRE—knowing what you want.

There are hungers for a nameless bread out of the dust of the hard earth, out of the blaze of the calm sun.

You don't know what thirst is until you drink for the first time.

He just wanted to get his arms around you. He was like a thirsty man in a desert.

But I just can't do without you, I need you all the time. Darling .. .!' -Alex

When the average American says, "I'm starving," it is a prelude to a midnight raid on a well-stocked refrigerator or a sudden trip to the nearest fast food restaurant.

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them . . . She thought a long time and kept hitting her thighs with her fists. Her face fell like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them. Mick

She knew for certain there were all kinds of people who craved their youth, who would run like gazelles toward that fishhook of time, peeling off the years like old imagined skins.

Okay, let's do a tally. You think I'm infuriating, wimpy, and...adorable. I never said adorable. He shifted closer, craving the heat of her body. I know, but you're thinking it.

he was like the drug she knew she shouldn't take,but the drug that kept coming back to feed her addiction

while everybody else marches to the beat of their own important drum. I constantly feel hungry, metaphorically and literally.

while it's easy to say this is a situation to be avoided, isn't this what we also fear and crave simultaneously, that some internal force which defies understanding might remake us into the people we dream we are?

With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. "When you smell like that," he said, "I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.

I wish, I said. I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

I would feel the urge to attack people, to bite them; they'd all be walking McBloodburgers to me.

His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune.

Suddenly the blood tasted good, salty, the stuff of life.

Oh, you were the dessert. The Rattrays were the meal.

It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.

I love cheese. It intensified when I moved to France. It felt like my cheese shop lady was my dealer because every week I'd say, 'I need this cheese, I need that cheese', and she'd cut me enough for the week but I'd finish a whole piece in one go.

I have a lamp problem. I'm addicted to lamps.