Quotes About Craving

I wanted to cut for the cut itself, for the delicate severing of capillaries, the transgression of veins. I needed to cut the way your lungs scream for air when you swim the length of the pool underwater in one breath. It was a craving so organic it seemed to have arisen from my skin itself. Imagining the sticky-slick scarlet trails of my own blood soothed me. This

The underlying questions of appetite, after all, are formidable — What would satisfy? How much do you need, and of what? What are the true passions, the real hungers behind the ostensible goals of beauty or slenderness?

Of course, there is no simple answer. Trying to describe the process of becoming an alcoholic is like trying to describe air. It's too big and mysterious and pervasive to be defined. Alcohol is everywhere in your life, omnipresent, and you're both aware and unaware of it almost all the time; all you know is you'd die without it

To a drinker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek; in the bottle, you find.

Addiction to alcohol is also a neurological phenomenon, the result of a complex set of molecular alterations that take place in the brain when it's excessively and repeatedly exposed to the drug. The science of addiction is complicated, but the basic idea is fairly straightforward: alcohol appears to wreak havoc on the brain's natural systems of craving and reward, compromising the functioning of the various neurotransmitters and proteins that create feelings of well-being.

So it persists, for many of us, hunger channeled into some internal circuitry of longing, routed this way and that, emerging in a thousand different forms. The diet form, the romance form, the addiction form, the overriding hunger for this purchase or that job, this relationship or that one. Hunger may be insatiable by nature, it may be fathomless, but our will to fill it, our often blind tenacity in the face of it, can be extraordinary.

If it ran, a Bean would eat it. If it fell, a Bean would eat it.

It's impossible to desire something without also fearing it a bit, and it's impossible to fear and dislike something without also desiring it.

Sometimes I feel like I've got my nose pressed up against the window of a bakery, only I'm the bread.

I'm feasting on a banquet of crumbs.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

I. Am. So. Hungry.

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

I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

There was plenty for the eye to feast on, but nothing for the soul. He had a hunger for something that no sky could satisfy. Somewhere on the planet there had to be a different kind of light.

What do you want?" "Just coffee. Black - like my soul.

When Will truly wants something," said Jem, quietly, "when he feels something — he can break your heart.

there are two things men have never been able to satisfy: their curiosity and their greed.

She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother's milk and Drogo's seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them… and then the glass was empty.

A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.

Lonely? Yes. But a solemn, brooding, tragic loneliness that a man hates with a passion—and yet loves so much he craves for more.

The smell of food made him realize how ravenous he was. There was hot bread and honey, a bowl of pease porridge, a skewer of roast onions and well-charred meat. He sat by the tray, pulled apart the bread with his hands, and stuffed some into his mouth.

Forbid her anything and it became her heart's desire.

Los hombres siempre aseguran estar hambrientos de verdad, pero cuando se la sirven, pocos encuentran su sabor agradable. Tyrion Lannister