Quotes About Craving

meditation, if it is observed without craving or attachment, leads to purity. The

Benim bekledi?im a?k ba?ka! O, bütün mant?klar?n d???nda, tarifi imkans?z ve mahiyeti bilinmeyen bir ?ey. Sevmek ve ho?lanmak ba?ka, istemek bütün ruhuyla, bütün vücuduyla, her ?eyiyle istemek ba?ka… A?k bence bu istemektir. Mukavemet edilemez bir istemek!

What way am I looking at him?" she asked. "Like he's marzipan, and you want a bite

No matter who you are or what you have achieved, you still want a little more than what you have right now. This is human desire.

If you find yourself oscillating between craving and aversion, love and hate, your karma is growing at a rapid pace; your bondage is intensifying. If you have strong likes and dislikes, your suffering is also more intense.

If you do not eat for a couple of days, you won't think about God. You will only think about food.

I knew right there in prison that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see it today, the ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

I have often reflected upon the new vistas that reading opened to me. I knew right there in prison that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see it today, the ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive. I

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive." ? Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X

He was going on four years of longing, of wanting to touch her, taste her, simply be near her.

The sky is turning from black to gray and I stop to remember this melancholy moment for my acting. I huddle on a bench in my big thrift-store overcoat and my painful hair, watching my breath make clouds and thinking Holden Caulfield-y thoughts, like how come you never see any baby pigeons? This is what those people on black-and-white French postcards must feel like. I find myself craving a cup of coffee and a cigarette despite the fact that I neither drink coffee nor smoke.

To want is to have a weakness.

On these occasions I read quickly, voraciously, almost skimming, trying to get as much into my head as possible before the next long starvation. If it were eating it would be gluttony of the famished; if it were sex it would be a swift furtive stand-up in an alley somewhere.

expectation isn't the same as desire

But hatred and viciousness are addictive. You can get high on them. Once you've had a little, you start shaking if you don't get more.

Screw poetry, it's you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

I hunger to commit the act of touch.

and nostalgia swept through Jimmy like a sudden hunger.

Which does a man prefer? Bacon and eggs, or worship? Sometimes one, sometimes the other, depending how hungry he is.

you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth

No one ever told you greed and hunger are not the same.

China does not exist. Nevertheless, she longs to be there.

But also I'm hungry. This is monstrous, but nevertheless it's true. Death makes me hungry. Maybe it's because I've been emptied; or maybe it's the body's way of seeing to it that I remain alive, continue to repeat its bedrock prayer: I am, I am. I am, still. I want to go to bed, make love, right now. I think of the word relish. I could eat a horse.

She wants to jig and amble, she wants to lisp, she wants to suck the last slurp of essence out of his almost-voided cranium. Avaunt, wanton!