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“And then there are the cravings.. Oh, la! A woman may crave to be near water, or be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling the wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, pull things out of the ground or put them into the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows.
She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she doesn’t dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

“We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.”
― Nenia Campbell, Black Beast

“I had a ritual—and having any ritual sounded so mature that I told everyone about it, even the regulars. On my days off I woke up late and went to the coffee shop and had a cappuccino and read. Then around five p.m., when the light was failing, I would take out a bottle of dry sherry and pour myself a glass, take out a jar of green olives, put on Miles Davis, and read the wine atlas. I didn't know why it felt so luxurious, but one day I realized that ritual was why I had moved to New York—to eat olives and get tipsy and read about Nebbiolo while the sun set. I had created a life that was bent in service to all my personal cravings.”
― Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter

“A person's needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person's wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

“Suffering drives progress.- The source of all suffering is the desire for a change in state. This is also the source of all progress. The desire to change your state is what powers you to take action.
With craving, we are dissatisfied but driven. Without craving, we are satisfied but lack ambition.”
― James Clear, Atomic Habits: An Easy & Proven Way to Build Good Habits & Break Bad Ones

“we eat for our stomachs, but we hunger with our hearts.”
― Padma Lakshmi, Love, Loss, and What We Ate: A Memoir

“Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“Our tongue wants what tastes good to it, not what is good for us.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Myself, I couldn't help think of anything in the world better than stirring sharp white cheddar, smoked Gouda, creamy Havarti, Monterey Jack, and a touch of piquant Maytag blue cheese into a bubbling hot white sauce, stirring it to a thick honey consistency, and pouring it over al dente macaroni to toast to a crispy deep golden on top.”
― Beth Harbison, When in Doubt, Add Butter

“I have to really love something for me to want it, crave it, spend my time on it, and give it a second chance.”
― April Mae Monterrosa

“Are humans nutritional idiots? Our palates aren't just out of tune with our bodily needs. Our palates are out to kill us.”
― Mark Schatzker, The Dorito Effect: The Surprising New Truth About Food and Flavor

“Many people are dead inside which is why they crave the living artists creative truth.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

“It is not always about what you eat and drink. Rather it can be about what you are not eating and drinking, for which the body is desperately craving!”
― Miranda J. Barrett

“food has played a central role not only in my professional but also in my emotional life, in all of my dealings with loved ones and most of all in my relationship to myself and my body. I am what feeds me. And how I feed myself at any given moment says a lot about what I’m going through or what I need. I don’t believe I am alone. Yes, we eat for our stomachs, but we hunger with our hearts. Like most people and many women, I think about what to eat all the time. I am constantly plotting my next meal, planning how and what I will shop for, and ever hatching new plans to avoid the foods I know will undermine my well-being. Foods are like men: some are good, some are bad, and some are okay only in small doses. But most should be tried at least once.”
― Padma Lakshmi, Love, Loss, and What We Ate: A Memoir

“Here's the only thing I know for sure: Chopped pineapple is incredible on hot dogs. Honest to God, I love pineapple on everything- I would probably even eat it off a cadaver's hand- but toss it with a little chopped red onion and put it on a hot dog, and it's bliss. There's not a lot you can count on in this world, but pineapple? It's solid.”
― Beth Harbison, When in Doubt, Add Butter

“Avocados are one of my weaknesses. Creamy but firm, even plain, they call margaritas, chips, and good times to mind. Fortunately, they are so nutritious that the fat content is pretty much canceled out.”
― Beth Harbison, When in Doubt, Add Butter

“I wanted to rest my eyes on green meadows. I wanted to sit on green grass under the shade of a green tree. I wanted to eat cool green salads. I longed for arugula tossed with olive oil and parmesan, for asparagus tips dripping with melted butter, for a salad of sweet and bitter green leaves. Most of all, I longed for fish and parsley soup.”
― Kate Forsyth, Bitter Greens

“I'd give me two eyes for a slice of apple pie." She was brain-cracked, but spoke for them all.
Then Tabby Jones joined in, holding forth on the making of the best apple pie: the particular apples, whether reinettes or pippins, the bettermost flavorings: cinnamon, cloves, or a syrup made from the peelings. Slowly, groans of vexation turned to appreciative mumblings. Someone else favored quince, another lemon. Apples, they all agreed, though the most commonplace of fruit, did produce an uncommon variety of delights: pies and puddings, creams and custards, jellies and junkets, ciders and syllabubs. The time passed a deal quicker and merrier than before.
Janey, the whore who had once been famed in Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies, told them, in her child's voice, that the best dish she ever tasted was a Desert Island of Flummery, at a mansion in Grosvenor Square. "It was all over jellies and candies and dainty figures, and a hut of real gold-leaf. Like eating money, it were. I fancied meself a proper duchess."
She knew what Janey meant. When she had first met Aunt Charlotte she had gorged herself until her fingers were gummy with syrup and cream. There was one cake she never forgot; a puffed conceit of cream, pastry, and pink sugar comfits.”
― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade

“I was a puppet on the strings to my cravings and desires.”
― Evan Sutter, Solitude: How Doing Nothing Can Change the World

“Do you like sandwiches?" he asked.
"At this point, I think I'd eat anything. Other than rabbit. I'm not excessively fond of rabbit."
"Or anything with eyes," he said, charming her by remembering. "I've an appetite for beef, some bread, mustard, and ale."
At her look, he smiled. "I have a schoolboy's tastes. It's what I lived on in England. I still crave it from time to time."
Hustle's staff must have been prepared for his cravings because within a quarter hour they were seated in his sitting room with a large tray on the table between them. She was dressed in one of his blue dressing gowns and he wore a black patterned one.
She tucked her feet beneath her as, one by one, he took the domed lids from a succession of plates, each smelling better than the one before. When he came to the cake, a delicious looking confection filled with nuts and fruit, she glanced up at him.
"I want cake," she said. "Before anything healthful or beneficial."
"Cake it is, then," he said, cutting a piece and handing it to her.
She closed her eyes after the first forkful. The taste was heavenly, light and airy yet filled with nuts and chopped apricots.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find him watching her.
"I love cake," she said, embarrassed. "I love sweets."
"What about rabbit cake?"
"Oh, that would pose a problem for me."
He smiled and she felt it down to her toes.”
― Karen Ranney, The Virgin of Clan Sinclair

“I am made for more than a vicious cycle of eating, gaining, stressing...”
― Lysa TerKeurst, Made to Crave for Young Women: Satisfying Your Deepest Desires with God

“Smelling the strong coffee and that sausage , and watching the potatoes as they turned crispy golden brown in the butter, made me hungrier than I'd been in months, and when the cheese began oozing out the sides of the puffy omelette, I really wondered for a minute how much longer I could keep torturing myself like this.”
― James Villas, Hungry for Happiness

“But all such facts are remote and unsubstantial compared with the near, felt fact of a craving, here and now, for release or sedation, for a drink or a smoke.”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell

“It's not surprising that we are all craving for the diplomas, degrees and masters. I strongly believe that journey began with your birth certificate. Which is safely kept inside the house, where it belongs!”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“Pork vindaloo?"
"Extra hot."
"Jalebis?"
"Of course."
"I want all the food we had at your dad's house the other night and at the Dosa Palace, plus Priya's cake."
"Done."
"And no Shark Stew."
"I'll do my best."
"What about the crunchy treats?"
"Kurkure Masala Munch? You'd be the groom. You could have as much as you could eat."
He lifted an eyebrow. "I can eat a lot."
"You won't be disappointed.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“Sense yearnings sap your inner peace; they are like openings in a reservoir that permit vital waters to be wasted in the desert soil of materialism.”
― Paramahansa Yogananda, Autobiography of a Yogi

“[When] man directs his organs of sense through which he enjoys, towards the object of his desire, he can never be satisfied, and his desires increase in double force.

On the contrary, if he can direct his organs of sense inward towards his Self, at that time he can satisfy his heart immediately.”
― Yukteswar Giri, The Holy Science

“In and out of a relationship with our ex's can be compared to that thing we go back and forth to the kitchen searching for, throughout the day or night (mostly sweets to satisfy a craving) looking each time to find that there's absolutely nothing there. Why do we do this?”
― Niedria Kenny, Order in the Courtroom: The Tale of a Texas Poker Player

“Flowers bloom in secret. Animals build in silence. Humans crave attention.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain