Quotes About Craving

The moment you banish a food, it paradoxically builds up a "craving life" of its own that gets stronger with each diet, and builds more momentum as the deprivation deepens.

and you dread eating the foods you love, because you're afraid it will be hard to stop.

Hunger precipitated despair.

Passion begets hunger. Hunger consumes worlds. - Silver Surfer

mmmmmmmm chinese susej

Kids are like heroin -- an injection of pain when they're around, but even when they're not around it's like that next fix. You just can't stop thinking about it.

Si yo tuviera hambre, no pediría un pan. Pediría medio pan y un libro.

I'm famous for splurging at fast-food places. I'm currently obsessed with Taco Bell's bean and cheese burritos with extra green sauce and extra cheese. Gluttony!

Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning, it's the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.

On ne peut pas désirer ce qu'on a, c'est cotre-nature.

??nh cao c?a s? t?m th??ng chính là ti?n, b?i ai c?ng thèm khát nó.

No se puede desear lo que se tiene, es antinatural.

Mon problème, c'est que tu es la solution.

Appetite comes with eating… but the thirst goes away with drinking.

Where you are is who you are. The further inside you the place moves, the more your identity is intertwined with it. Never casual, the choice of place is the choice of something you crave.

Je li to suština zaljubljenosti? Težiti onome što nikad ne?eš posti?i. Zagrliti jastuk, zrak ili rije?i koje ispijaš opet i opet iznova, kao smrtonosnu drogu.

We are to feed the new nature on the Word of God constantly, and we are to starve the old nature, which craves the world and the flesh. We are told to "make not provision for the flesh" [Romans 13:14 KJV].

People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something - always, in a word, seeking.

Ah, my friends, Love, like a froward boy, with his hands full of sugar-plums, still cries for more.

always hated fast-food restaurants. Now a Whopper with fries feels like a religious experience. I scarf it down.

Amazing what humans, even ones as wanton as Frank Ache, crave when left alone—other humans.

If one is unable to buy Courvoisier, one should forcibly restrain oneself from serving strawberries Romanoff for dessert.

I wasn't in love with her. And she didn't love me. For me the question of love was irrelevant. What I sought was the sense of being tossed about by some raging, savage force, in the midst of which lay something absolutely crucial. I had no idea what that was. But I wanted to thrust my hand right inside her body and touch it, whatever it was.

Somewhere between 'not enough' and 'not at all.' I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it - to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once.