Quotes About Craving

He could feel her warm breath on his face and the heat of her body just barely touching his and he wanted her with an ache that couldn't be explained.

One of life's little mysteries is how a two-pound box of chocolate can make a person gain five pounds. M

She wanted him. She wanted him bad, too. But he seemed more like one of those kind of ideas that sounded really good in the moment, but had the potential to turn out spectacularly bad. Like when she opened a family size bag of chips and then ate the whole thing.

After fighting a brush fire at the base of Cedar Ridge for ten straight hours, Aidan Kincaid had only three things on his mind: sex, pizza, and beer. Given the way the day had gone, he'd gladly take them in any order he could get them.

Oh, he wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he wanted to pull off her clothes with his teeth

No matter how much you eat, there's always room for dessert. Dessert doesn't go to the stomach, dessert goes to the heart.

After high school, he'd purposefully gone for the sweet, girl-next-door type, because it would never last. Not when deep deep down he craved the edgy, tough, would-take-on-the-world-if-she-had-to type.

What is it you want?" he asked softly. Anything.

Be quick or be hungry.

Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.

My stomach rumbled. Like certain other portions of my anatomy, it had a tendency to become easily sidetracked, and to hell with little details like survival.

They were donuts of darkness.

I mean, stars and stones. Two million bucks would buy you a lot of ramen.

I wanted to drive her mad with need, to fill my senses with her warmth, her cries, her scent. I wanted to forget everything arrayed against me, even if it was just for a little while, and bare her an inch at a time. The emptiness that her warmth had begun to fill howled at me to let go.

No we don't want a bucket of blood Just a cup is all we could use

No, but it's almost as bad as that. I need to calm down, Hannah. Do you have any chocolate?" "You've come to the house of endorphins, the source of the Dark Chocolate River, the heart of the Milk Chocolate Valley, and the foothills of the White Chocolate Mountains.

Chocolate's not seasonal. It's good any time of the year. Chocolate's like oxygen. It's elemental.

More. Oh that word. That deceptive word. That eater of lives; that malcontent.

Sometimes, being told not to do something just makes us want it all the more. Sometimes, a little of what you crave is better than total abstinence.

Caro's eyes slid longingly over the display, the pralines, truffles, amandines, and nougats, the éclairs, florentines, liqueur cherries, frosted almonds.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

Love is the most dangerous craving of all, if you ask me. It turns us into people we aren't. It makes us feel like hell, and makes us walk on water. It ruins us for anything else.

This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.