Quotes About Craving

Who needs men when they can have chocolate? Who needs sex when they can have chocolate, come to that

Friendship? What friendship? I lust after him and he rightly ignores it!

Think about cows think about cows think about delicious fat cows. . . .

He pushed back against the little jump that his heart made when he saw her.

Wanting no other man save the one she could not get, any other man, the nearest at hand, served her purpose.

She had begun to read in the beginning as a protection from the frightening and unpleasant things. She continued because, apart from the story, literature brought with it a kind of gentility for which she craved.

Dennis had just kissed her once, and she was screaming for a hamburger.

He was practically pushing the hot dogs down his throat.

It was not the caress of her lips the length of him was looking for, but the back of her throat.

He had to choose between something he had become accustomed to and something he wanted to have.

Suffering comes from desire, not from pain.

Desire is not what you see, but what you imagine.

love something I don't possess.

We're surrounded by Universal Desire. It's not happiness; it's desire. And desires are never satisfied, because once they are, they cease to be desires

Hunger makes thief of any man.

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

Refraining—not habitually acting out impulsively—has something to do with giving up entertainment mentality. Through refraining, we see that there's something between the arising of the craving—or the aggression or the loneliness or whatever it might be—and whatever action we take as a result. There's something there in us that we don't want to experience, and we never do experience, because we're so quick to act.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

Art theft gave a guy an appetite.

side of onion rings, which was all she wanted.

Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.' 

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

I'm hungry, he whimpered instead. Food is on its way. No, he said. The other kind of hunger. P198

The hunger inside us must be fed to be controlled.