Quotes About Craving

I'm a sucker for fries. It's definitely one of my biggest vices. My biggest savory vice for sure.

We all have our vices, you know. One of my vices is ice cream.

I didn't have any vices before the Internet. There are a lot of cracks in the day, moments where you don't know what to do next, so you have a little hole where you look at your phone. You want something that will mean you're not alone in that moment.

He, who had never feared anything, was terrified of the power she had over him. And he was afraid of his own desire to have her with him every minute of the day, to stare at her, to hear her voice. He craved her touch. His skin seemed to drink in every caress of her fingers, as if the sensation of her could be woven into the human fabric of his body. It was different from mere sexual need…it was some kind of pathetic, full-blown addiction for which there seemed to be no remedy.

When you grow up without something, the lack of it is always with you. Even when you finally have it." Helen

He wanted to bed her. Visions darted from his seething imagination, of her body, the limbs and curves and skin he had not yet seen, the swell of her bottom as he cupped it in his hands. He wanted the scent of her in his nostrils, and on his own skin…the drag of her long hair over his throat and chest…He wanted to do unspeakable things with her mouth, and with his own.

Releasing an explosive breath, Ross went to the chair where Sophia had sat, his fingers coasting over its back and arms. Driven by primal urges, he hunted for any trace of warmth her hands might have left on the wood. He breathed deeply, seeking to absorb a lingering hint of her fragrance. Yes, he thought with purely masculine agitation, he had been celibate for too long.

He craved activity and noise, having even gone so far as to insist that the carpenters and plumbers resume their daily cacophony of work, despite the fact that Devon had told them to stop while Winterborne recovered. Apparently the last thing Winterborne wanted was peace and quiet.

I'm letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it's running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I'm standing on a high-rise ledge and walking the edge, and while there is fear and apprehension, there is also a high I can only call an adrenaline rush that I crave more and more each day.

Too much caffeine. Not enough you.

Chocolate isn't food; it's a drug meant to cure all.

I really need an ice cream cone right now. Chocolate. Anything chocolate. Maybe chocolate ice cream dipped in chocolate.

Wszystko, co czu?am, to g?ód. Straszny g?ód, który mog?abym nazwa? brakiem, potrzeb?, bezsilno?ci?, frustracj?, pustk?; prze?ladowa? mnie, z?era?, a wkrótce mia? ?ar?ocznie po?kn??.

Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.

I'm never satisfied Honey my appetite Is keeping me up at night I'm going crazy for more of your love I need you all the time You bring me back to life I'm going crazy for more of your love

The great object of life is sensation—to feel that we exist, even though in pain. It is this 'craving void' which drives us to gaming—to battle—to travel—to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description, whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.

You know what that's like, don't you, Jon? Having a hunger? Relentlessly pursuing, taking what you want, what should be yours?

Chocolate is not a matter of life and death--it's more important than that.

She was like a drug. The most addicting kind, and he had a problem—he was pretty sure that she was developing feelings for him. He had no idea what to do with that, or with is own feelings, which were definitely getting in his way. This whole no emotional attachment thing had gone straight to shit. Because Mallory Quinn was emotionally attached to every person she ever met, and she had a way of making that contagious. He craved contact with her in a way that he wasn't experienced with.

If I ever get the chance to eat you, I promise you'll like it.

Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?

Maybe man cannot live on chocolate alone, but a woman can.

Stress wouldn't be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.

There's a big difference between want and need, she muttered to herself, picking her pad and pen back up. I mean I want a bikini body, but I need chicken nuggets.