Quotes About Craving

I am a burger guy, but actually I'm more of a Mexican food guy.

Milk Duds kept me going.

The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate.

Everything I hated about L.A. I'm beginning to crave. L.A. is a place where you live behind a gate, you get in a car, your interaction with the public is minimal. I used to hate that.

We can practice watering the seeds in us that we want to grow and transform. Our mind is like a garden in which there are all kinds of seeds: seeds of joy, peace, mindfulness, understanding, and love, but also seeds of craving, anger, fear, hate, and forgetfulness.

We do not receive nourishment or lasting contentment from indulging in sense pleasures. When we are obsessed by sense pleasures, we lose our freedom.

imply that loving and craving are the same thing, and that the other person is just there to fulfill our needs. We might feel we can't survive without the other person. When we say, "Darling, I can't live without you. I need you," we think we're speaking the language of love. We even feel it's a compliment to the other person. But that need is actually a continuation of the original fear and desire that have been with us since we were small children.

The Buddha says the reason you're fearful is because you're still craving. If you stop running after the object of your craving, you'll have no fear.

whether it is food, sensual pleasures, money, a relationship, social status, or success. But so long as we have the energy of craving in us, we're never satisfied with what we have and with who we are right now, and true happiness is not possible.

Debemos dejar de consumir alimentos sensoriales llevados por el deseo compulsivo de huir de nosotros mismos.

We need to take time to stop and reflect deeply on our situation to identify what it is we're craving. And then we have to identify the hook. What is the danger? What is the suffering hidden in it? We've got to see all the

and agony. Are you consuming like a Hungry Ghost?

Always wanting the impossible and left with the possible in his minimal existence, the individual always find himself in the lowest depths of dissatisfaction. Nevertheless he always manages to create another life situation for himself, probably because he really loves life, just as it is. We always crave something other than we can have, than we have, other than what is suitable for us, and so we're unhappy.

I like reading and all that, but a crave to get back to the life of my infancy and all its freedom. (Sue Bridehead)

She wanted to go inside. She wanted to go in, wanting it as we want to jump from balconies, as the glint of the rails tempts us when we hear the approaching train.

This yearning for new and distant scenes, this craving for freedom, release, forgetfulness -- they were he admitted to himself, an impulse towards flight, flight from the spot which was the daily theatre of a rigid, cold, and passionate service.

It's a craving that shouldn't even exist, and yet you can't wish it didn't exist. Once it has hold of you, you can't wish it away, because you'd have to wish your life away, it's so bound up with it, and you can't do that—what good would dying do? Afterward—with pleasure. In her arms—only too gladly. But before? That's nonsense, because life is desire, and desire is life, and life can't be its own enemy.

Concupierunt concupiscentiam in deserto. . . . Numquid poterit parare mensam populo suo?

I need criticism the way a man dying of thirst needs water.

concupiscence

He was visited on a lunar basis by these great unspecific waves of horniness, whereby all women within a certain age group and figure envelope became immediately and impossibly desirable. He emerged from these spells with eyeballs still oscillating and a wish that his neck could rotate through the full 360 degrees.

You're hungry, Denis?" "Really. Hey, like Godzilla always sez to Mothra–why don't we go eat some place?

la satisfacción del deseo implica también la muerte del deseo.

I am trapped in darkness, Erienne. I can only come to you when the night will hide my face, and yet there grows in me a craving to take you in my arms while the sun is high, when I can see you flushed and warm with passion. 'Tis my hell that I must be a beast of the night." -Lord Saxton