Quotes About Craving

Normally I don't feel like having a belly full of pasta.

I'm the fussiest eater on earth; my husband despairs. I like chicken and pasta, and can't resist milk chocolate. I figure if you're going to do something naughty, make it really enjoyable.

I do love pasta. It gets me into trouble. If I could give up pasta and bread, I'd look like Cate Blanchett.

I miss it like crazy, but I don't eat pasta anymore.

I do like a savoury bake, I love a Gregg's savoury pastry more than something with the word chocolat in it.

Any kind of peanut butter/chocolate concoction is my jam.

If I'm snacking, I'll go for peanut butter and jelly in between meals.

I'm obsessed with peanut butter.

I just can't resist mutton biryani. It's something I've loved eating as a child too. Whenever I'm feeling low, I just pep myself with some good biryani.

It's not like I think: 'By the age of 40 I've got to be an international household name.' When the opportunity to perform comes up, then I'll take it. It's really good fun. But because I don't crave the attention or the buzz, it's not like I'm desperate for it.

If you're hungry, you know that you want to eat. You don't know what's on the menu - perhaps it's not your favorite dish - but you will eat.

el corazón hambriento de cualquier migaja se alimenta

Everything's either concave or -vex, so whatever you dream will be something with sex.

It is a hard matter, my fellow citizens, to argue with the belly, since it has no ears.

Human beings are unsatisfied beggar.

JEAN I need him like the axe needs the turkey. HARRINGTON Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.

Where rational thought is overcome by the strength of physical attraction. This feeling will draw words from the pen that one doesn't even know exist. This feeling will make one combine words that don't go 2gether but just sound so good U not only read them, U can smell them. (Reflecting on that straight up animal lust feeling)

The love has its yearning of which yearning knows nothing.

We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have.

Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more. —JOHN UPDIKE, The Witches of Eastwick

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable

Our minds are like our stomaches they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us

A fancy comes to me--that desire can never attain its object--it need never attain it.