Quotes About Craving

To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.

Forbid a man from something and he craves it like his soul's salvation, all the more so when that something is the source of incomparable riches.

Sathaz: The desire to possess that which can never be yours.

Forbid a man something and he craves it like his soul's salvation, all the more so when that something is the source of incomparable riches.

She craved the moonlight and the wind. She wanted to feel the infinite depth of space above and around her.

As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.

Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?" - Will Herondale

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness

Ugh," he said after a few swallows. "Dead blood." Jace's eyebrows went up. " Isn't all blood dead?" "The longer the animal whose blood I'm drinking has been dead, the worse the blood tastes," Simon explained. "Fresh is better." "But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic.

Enough of what? Enough of behaving as you do. Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what you sister said to me when

I don't understand what makes them come out like that!""Hunger," said Jem. "Were you thinking about blood?""No.""Were you thinking about eating me?" Will inquired."No!""No one would blame you," said Jem. "He's very annoying.

Isabelle: Do you want some soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do you think Hodge will want some soup? Jace: No one wants soup Simon: I want some soup! Jace: No, you don't. You just want to sleep with Isabelle

I would take them in a bowl," said Mark with a winning gaze. "It has been many years since I have eaten freely at my choice, fair one, and a plate of strawberries is all that I desire.

I just don't crave junk food.

I've wanted you since Texas...

Please, please be some sex-starved nutcase who wants to kidnap me and make me your love slave, I begged silently.

What?" I wanted to climb him like a tree.

My downfall, inevitably, was triggered by food.

I ate my chocolate ice cream, wondering why anyone would get vanilla when they could get chocolate.

At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone wants so much, much more than they can stomach, but the appetite doesn't converse much with the stomach. Everyone is hungry and not only for food - for comfort and love and excitement and the opposite of being alone. Almost everything awful anyone does is to get those things and keep them.

Old things have strange hungers.

When you are this hungry, you cannot even remember who you used to be, she whispered. Who you might have been, if not for the hunger.