Quotes About Craving

Surely anyone who has ever had a smartphone or a Twitter account can relate to such compulsive behavior. Check, check, check, and once more, just to see. When the ability to check something turns into the compulsion to do so, we often find ourselves craving the time before, when there was no ability to check in the first place.

I have learned that however strong the craving gets the guilt afterwards will be stronger.

Kissing was very like eating. But instead of reducing the appetite, the food consumed actually increased it.

Some humans not only liked violence but craved it, I realized. Not because they wanted pain, but because they already had pain and wanted to be distracted from that kind of pain with a lesser kind.

Reading is added to that great pile of things—work, love, sexual prowess, the words they didn't say when they really needed to say them—that they are bound to feel a bit dissatisfied about.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is

There was absolutely nothing wrong with this life, but she felt inside her a craving for other things, other lives, other possibilities. She felt like she was still in the air, not ready to land.

You hear the ping of an incoming text or call, you respond; the ping happens, you respond. And each time you respond, you get a hit of dopamine. It's a pleasurable feeling, a release from the reward center. Then it's gone. There is no incoming text, no stimulation. You start to feel bored. You crave another hit.

Nor does the being hungry prove that we have bread.

We need. To need is to be human.

que gustan de verter su sangre, y que están ávidas por devorar su carne.

The most fundamental thing about a person is desire. It defines them. Tell me what a person wants, truly wants, and I'll tell you who they are, and how to persuade them.

Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We're supposed to be exercising.

but it was like some witch's curse where the more we tried to stop being hungry the more starving we got. It

And after a little while of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

The generation that had information, but no context. Butter, but no bread. Craving, but no longing.

Like all that you are is the wanting, and the rest of you just burns away?

I can't deny that I desired her in that moment. Anyone would have.

I haven't had anything to drink in so long, I figured it'd be best to have something I'd probably never want two of.

we're all wanting things we don't understand. things we can't even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.

In the end, for me, there was only this: desire and addiction and hunger, a craving that made the world look hard-edged and brutally lovely.

craving that made the world look hard-edged and brutally lovely. "Would you have

I'd been a substitute for something they both wanted and neither could have.

Every now and then I'd squint my eyes to visualize a time when I'd start feeling the craving myself: when I was thirty, it would be at thirty-two; at thirty-two, I'd be ready by thirty-six; and on it went.