Quotes About Craving

The heart knows nothing, sees nothing, but it kicks up a ruckus, throws tantrums to get what it wants.

thought we could order in from the Ambassador. Oh, and I

You're only hurting yourself. Besides, the citizens like blood, don't they? They smell it.

It was delicious, his horror. She wanted to see it up close. She wanted to eat it.

Nicholas Benteen stopped trying to pretend that he could ignore the determined creature who'd violated his privacy and his peace of mind, the same creature who'd unknowingly forced him to acknowledge the fact that he craved a woman with satiny–soft skin, a gentle, knowing touch, and the kind of passion that could restore his soul and bring his heart back to life again.

His nostrils flared then,and he lifted his head."Oh,God,Princess.Your scent.As much as I would love to see you work your cunt again,up close and personal this time,I must have you,taste you.Fuck,I want to drown in you,bury my face in your pussy and lap up every drop." ~Lucian Roman

You remember how much I come? ~Rush

If I could, I'd eat pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Will is seen as the source of all suffering, since willing never brings contentment, but only further desire!

The occasional embrace, a head leaned for just a moment on your shoulder, when what you really wanted more than anything was to press them to you and hold them so tight you fused together and could never be taken apart. It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and all.

It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds core, and all.

Years of yearning had made her sensitive, the way a starving dog twitches its nostrils at the faintest scent of food.

It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and

smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds, core, and all.

Coffee leads to cigarettes leads to cocaine and crystal methamphetamine.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.

People are the biggest drug addiction in the world, and I mean that quite literally. Take any single substance abuse problem in the world, and it's dwarfed in comparison to the addiction to feelings and people.

And 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?

Needing something is not the same thing as being interested in the thing itself.

He stopped and leaned against a pole and looked up at the deaf and swollen sky. It was a movement of dark shapes, a hurrying, a running. He closed his eyes. ("Hunger")

Power is like salt water; the more you drink, the thirstier you get.

I am dying of thirst by the side of the fountain.

Lack creates desire. I feel becoming it. (Le manque crée le désir. Je sens le devenir)

Meat, ma'am, meat.