Quotes About Craving

Food is the all-purpose comforter, the giver of warmth, the source of the artificial yet deeply appreciated sugar high.

This book is a continuation of Escape from Freedom , written over fifteen years ago. In Escape from Freedom I tried to show that the totalitarian movements appealed to a deep-seated craving to escape from the freedom man had achieved in the modern world; that modern man, free from medieval ties, was not free to build a meaningful life based on reason and love, hence sought new security in submission to a leader, race or state.

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

DorinÈ›ele mele sunt împletite ciudat din pofte È™i abandon.

Cea mai profund? nostalgie a noastr? vizeaz? totdeauna ceva lipsit de nume.

Do you always get so hungry when you make love?" "When you love somebody.

I wanted it so much. I don't know why I wanted it so much.

Memory is hunger.

You want everything so much and when you get it it's over and you don't give a damn.

What do you want? Everything. I want everything and I will take whatever I get.

You have that pleasant air of a dog in heat.

Asking why isn't about the survival of the fittest; it is about the soul's craving for meaning.

Getting what we want undermines the thrill of wanting it.

Oscar Wilde wrote, "In this world there are only two tragedies. One is getting what one wants, and the other is not getting it." When our desires are unfulfilled, we

In people like us, the craving is as strong as the craving for food or water, the yearning for touch or light or love. I was looking for something--a diversion, an occupation, an unwavering force--that would elevate me, that would lift me out of the melancholy dissection of my own interior geography that otherwise would have consumed me pitilessly, as it had my father. I wanted to fly above myself-- if only for a few hours--and look down in tranquility upon my life.

My heart's like a wounded beast, clawing me in its death-throes . . . My stomach's a bottomless pit, my mouth a funnel of fire. Hunger and thirst, hunger and thirst . . .

No, I'm afraid I'm like the guy who is always panhandling for a smoke. He hasn't even got the makings. He's got only the habit.

You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to--just--pour a woman into a glass and--just-drink her--just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?

Missing someone feels like hunger. An insatiable emptiness right at the core of yourself.

I was never going to not want more swords

Human greed knows no limits.

It's all they ever have on their minds! It starts off brainy, but always comes back to humping!

If you feed an appetite, it grows. Satisfying an appetite does not diminish it. It expands it. To diminish an appetite, you have to starve it.

She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.