Quotes About Craving

I've always had an addictive nature.

I have an addictive personality, so when I like something, I really want it all.

It's very addictive having a hit.

I've always been intemperate in my affection for food.

I can eat Chipotle all day long for years.

a clerk, a machine, a riding-school hack, eating and drinking and sleeping at fixed hours. I should be like everyone else. And that's what they call living, that life at the grindstone, doing the same thing over and over again.... I am hungry and nothing is offered to appease my appetite.

He who is greedy is always in want.

The covetous man is ever in want.

Why do you always want the things that you cannot have...

At times when the strain is heaviest upon us, And our tired nerves cry out in many-tongued pain Because the flow of love is choked far below the deep recesses of the heart, We seek with cravings firm and hard The strength to break the dam That we may live again in love's warm stream. Until, at least, we are restored and made anew!

The enemy ate away at their will so they could not resist, their bodies not only craving, but needing the very poison that ground them into that pitiable state of being; the mind diseased and crippled by the enemy it was obsessed with and the obsession and terrible physical need corrupting the soul until the actions were less than those of an animal, less than those of a wounded animal, less than those of anything and everything they did not want to be.

He sat down again. He wanted her body, even though there were plenty of other bodies he could have. Which meant, I suppose, that he wanted her body to want his. It would have been beneath his intellectual dignity to admit that he also wanted her soul to like his own soul.

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem

You can never get enough of what you don't really want.

Addiction is the result of deep, and unmet needs.

Always Hungry and Stay Hungry.

For the first time, she did want more. She did not know what she wanted, knew that it was dangerous and that she should rest content with what she had, but she knew an emptiness deep inside her, which began to ache.

Cuando siento la comezón de pisar Francia, cruzo la frontera, pido una cerveza o un vino y me lo dan sin tapa, tengo ganas de volver enseguida a casa.

like he could use a good meal. Rebus had seen more meat on a butcher's pencil.

Dog's just want to sniff an ass and eat some food.

Poor greedy one, wherever he runs He's after food, and death is after him. (Saadi)

Was it that bureaucracy, taken to extremes, became oppression? Or that oppression needed the fiction of legality, a craving for the respectability that it could never have?

Why does everything so bad for you always taste so dreamy?

Stolen sweets are best.