Quotes About Craving

What is love? Love is eating twenty-four ounces of raw fish at four o'clock in the morning.

Pretty much mention oxtail, and ragù, and I'm ready to slit somebody's throat for a bite.

Sex that accomplishes this kind of transfiguration is a drug. It is not an easy thing to deny yourself once you know exactly where to get it.

Sólo hay una fuerza motriz: el deseo.

Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?

What heart, what soul, what bollocks could long endure this plight, having no one to shag in the middle of the night?

It is of the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most men live only for the gratification of it.

The self-indulgent man craves for all pleasant things... and is led by his appetite to choose these at the cost of everything else.

Man is his desire.

The self-indulgent man, then, craves for all pleasant things or those that are most pleasant . . . Hence he is pained both when he fails to get them and when he is craving for them, for appetite involves pain.

The avarice of mankind is insatiable.

People are never satisfied. They crave too much then complain too much.

It is always the man who has tasted life who demands more of it.

The cause of suffering is desire

When there's bread," says my mother, "don't hanker after sweets.

If I were the Tsar I'd eat nothing but bread and watermelon all year round. I don't even mind the seeds. Give your melon a shake and they fall right out and you can eat all you want. Boy oh boy!

Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss

We never lose what we really want

eÄŸer öpecek bir ÅŸeyiniz yoksa, sigara içmeniz kaç?n?lmazd?r.

When I was grown up I wanted to crunch flowering almond trees, and take bites out of the the rainbow nougats of the sunset. Against the night sky of New York, the neon signs appeared to me like giant sweatmeats

Leggo, per quanto è possibile, soltanto ciò di cui ho fame, nel momento in cui ne ho fame, e allora non leggo: mi nutro.

Women need chocolate. It's a scientific fact.

I had a craving for pineapple and a pink cardigan

I feel an irrational craving to gaze at his familiar face from this place of safety all night. But I can't. And I'm being stupid, because this isn't old Joe, whom I loved and understood. This is new Joe, who is cruel and inexplicable. They only look the same.