Quotes About Craving

or furniture I wanted to buy or even people I was attracted to (well, I'm referring to those things a little) but, rather, a sensation I can only describe as the ache of not being there

He was watching her, testing the edges of her emotions and believing she was unaware of what he was doing. So she gave him the emotion he craved most from her, need. She couldn't say it , couldn't make the first move. She counted on him to do that. It absolved her of responsibility for the mistake she intended to make.

Love ans desire aren't the same

Rosella asked. "I'm starving.

Just thinking about the cake she was not eating made her cry.

men spell relief S E X.

There are times when a person wants something so badly that price or condition cease to be obstacles.

That is, after I've eaten all the juicy parts.

He'd almost forgotten how much he loved the cigarettes, what a poisonous comfort they were.

How many things there are that I do not want. —SOCRATES, CIRCA 425 B.C.

Desire for power is a kind of greed indulged by the unfulfilled

You can put a drug addict in the middle of the Sahara Desert and somehow they'll find drugs.

We need' is always code for 'I want.

Deep inside each of us is a part that mistrusts order and craves the relief of seeing the world shatter into the chaos it believes lies underneath all along.

DID YOU BECOME ADDICTED BECAUSE YOU FELT PAIN?' 'I wish I could say that, Doctor, but no,' says Burroughs. 'I became addicted because I wanted more.

After all, I couldn't name my longing, and yet it was there, always driving me away from the place I stood.

If the human looks at anyone or anything other the place where food is kept, interrupt the view, explaining that you have not been fed in days, perhaps weeks, and you need sustenance this instant. As in immediately. Or sooner.

I've seen this happen before. Elder flesh works wonders on their systems, making them huge. And once they get a taste for Elder flesh, nothing else will satisfy them. It's probably after me now." Then, when the creature ignored him, he added, "Or not . . .

At this moment, Paul was hungry. He would go home, it was the only right thing to do, he said to himself before he realized there was nothing to eat at home, that the shelf in the refrigerator reserved for him would be despairingly empty, and that the very expression "home" was a testament of unreasonable optimism.

Or maybe I was just hungry. I'd forgotten to eat the day before, and possibly what I should do was go back to my hotel and sit down to a few duck's legs instead of falling down between the pews in an attack of mystical hypoglycemia.

I'd worked plenty hard in practice before, but never had I come off the ice and had every single muscle in my whole body ache with tiredness. All I wanted was a hot shower and about 30 tons of food. My stomach felt like it was eating its own lining. I sure hoped there were groceries at home.

A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.

flesh still wants what it wants.

Good food, good sex, good digestion, good sleep: to these basic animal pleasures, man has added nothing but the good cigarette.