Quotes About Craving

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

he has a sleepless mind in his heart and an insatiable personality.

To feed upon the innocent is sublime, but leads inevitably to such a love of human life that the vampire who does it cannot endure for very long.

I see these mortals in a more attentive light. They are so fresh, so exotic and yet so luscious to me, these mortals; they look like tropical birds must have looked when I was a child; so full of fluttering, rebellious life, I want to clutch them to have it, to make their wings flap in my hands, to capture flight and own it and partake of it.

There was no time for the old game, the game of drawing out those who wanted to die, those who truly craved my embrace, those in love already with the far country of death of which they knew nothing.

He wanted her hands on him, he wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to take her from behind, leaning over the bunk, he wanted her to go down on him, he wanted everything he could possibly think of and more. He wanted it hard and nasty, gentle and sweet. But most of all he wanted it now.

She felt hot, strong, alive against him, and he found he had this crazy urge to move his mouth down to the side of her neck, to press it against her, to taste her skin. He wanted to feel her breasts, wanted to pull her T-shirt up and feel her hot skin against his. Damn, he wanted her.

When she stopped long enough to think about it she knew the wanting ran through him as deeply as it ran through her.

What to feed her is a constant conundrum. Nothing satisfies. She rolls her eyes, sighs ostentatiously, flounces from the room.

I feel as though I stand at the foot of an infinitely high staircase, down which some exuberant spirit is flinging tennis ball after tennis ball, eternally, and the one thing I want in the world is a tennis ball.

Everyone wants something that they can't possibly have. And if they could have it, they'd discover that they didn't really want it all along.

It wasn't an itch. It was a sickness. It was poison blazing through him, thinking of her all the time, watching her, touching her, wanting and wanting and wanting until his mind went black.

I want you in the sky, and against the earth. I want to kiss you again, I want to touch you, I want to feel you in my arms and I want to hear you gasping my name when I'm inside you. I want all that, and I want it badly. Every time I look at you, I want it. -Kit to Rue

In a way, we're all addicts by nature.

With attachment all that seems to exist is just me & that object I desire.

The Buddha taught that we can feel pleasure fully, yet without craving or clinging, without defining it as our ultimate happiness. We can feel pain fully without condemning or hating it. And we can experience neutral events by being fully present, so that they are not just fill-in times until something more exciting comes along.

Not paying attention keeps us in an endless cycle of wanting.

Im not looking for marriage here, Zach. I just want to fuck her until one of us dies.

But now I want it to pour. I want it to storm. I want to be clean.

Here's the score. Once a thing tastes blood, it will come for more.

Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else? [Wren]

Talon glanced wistfully at his drink as he debated what should take priority. 'Coffee… Daimons… Coffee… Daimons…

What do you want, Acheron? (Artemis) You know what I want. After all I'm the top of the Food Chain and you…you're the Food. (Acheron)

What are you doing here, Simi? (Astrid) Feeling peckish. Is there any food? Something not too heavy. Maybe a cow or two? (Simi)