Quotes About Craving

I was already imagining how good it would be to eat his big, round ass.

Never knew a man could be so…hungry for it.

I need to fuck you now, Jack. I want to be inside you. All night.

Come on, Jack. Open your mouth and suck it.

I can't get them in as well, you greedy little bastard.

Let's see you come again, Jack. This time with me inside you.

What he wanted was something soft and fat and gentle, full of rounding sweet places to hide in.

It's what you thought you wanted, but what the heart desires isn't the same as what the heart needs.

For there are two things not easily controlled, and they are hunger and jealousy.

I has such a sinking in my inside I has to get up and eat biscuits.

No matter what happens to society, I must maintain my supply of ice cream.

No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.

If you wanted quick sex or a dirty fix or, God help you, a hamburger, that was where you went to get it. Here

He had run out of patience and pencils and was feeling very hungry.

Do not seek after what you yearn for; seek the source of the yearning itself.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...

You arouse my gastronomical juices, madame.

Funny, just this minute he didn't want much to get away from the island.

I don't feel as though I've got the heart to eat anything," and then partook of everything offered her,

Lo malo es que las personas son insaciables. Algunas personas. Muchas veces, así es como empieza todo. No se empieza con el asesinato, con el deseo de cometerlo, ni siquiera pensándolo. Se empieza siendo, sencillamente, avaricioso, queriendo tener más de lo que se ha de recibir.

One needs some really good food and drink after all the magnificent blood and gloom of Macbeth. Shakespeare always makes me ravenous

But no artist, I now realise, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gainsaid.

She wanted butter. She wanted lots of butter." "It's not just a question of butter,