Quotes About Craving

Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

I think I just have a problem generally in life of wanting more of everything - more emotion, more drama, more glitz.

The answer is greed. We are dying of greed. I don't know the cure for that.

Do what I will never do.

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

So now I was wine-less and new-book-less, which for me is a grievous state of affairs.

I'll have you know that inside of this body is a skinny woman yelling to escape, but I've quite successfully pacified her with Fritos.

Anything is good if it's made of chocolate.

after all we had been through, we would still risk death rather than live under communists. The craving for freedom was too strong.

Is romantic yearning an appetite for [H]eaven, or is it the ultimate refinement of covetousness?

Murphy glanced longingly at the junk food stalls. "Do you think the fried Mars bar truck will be here?" "You're such a guy." Leeda readjusted the garment bag she was carrying, trying to keep it steady over one shoulder. "I like my guy-like qualities

You want a thing when you can't have it. When you get it you suddenly sprout doubts. Then when you think you might lose it you find you need it worse than ever.

It is my sad observation that some men always want more.

There are perhaps only one or two things in the world which are not far more charming in desire than they are in possession.

I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to come to me and tell me that. Then I want you to show me it's true. - Duke Kylemore to Verity Ashton -

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

Oh the hunger in his stare!

Misery is a heart that can never be content with what it has and, by always craving something more, brings about its own destruction. And desolation is a heart so fearful of losing what it hoards that it never knows the richness that comes from being able to give.

He slid into bed, turned off the light…and groaned as an image of a wise, skinny old crone filled his mind. No, he begged the still night. Sweet Darkness, heed the prayer of one of your sons. Now that she's so close, let her be young enough to want me. Let her be young enough to need me. The night gave him no answer, and the sky was a predawn gray before he finally slept." - Daemon

Caught between the tongue and the taste.

What are we made of but hunger and rage?

Sappho begins with a sweet apple and ends in infinite hunger.

The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty, What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Likes the dogs, names, down there, starving.

What's here doesn't please you, what's far off you crave. Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides