Lauren Groff Quotes

If I like something, I then have to study every single aspect of it to find out if there's more things that I would like, and it's just this weird hunger to want more. I always feel like there's so much that exists.

I'm obsessed with food!

Love is three quarters curiosity.

I like flesh. I do! Something to hold.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze. "Yeah," I say. "Why?" I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

Maybe we had just gotten too used to being alone-- and maybe that needed to change.

I stared into Jared's eyes, and the strangest thing happened. All the melting and melding I had just been through was shoved aside, into the smallest part of my body, the little corner that I took up physically. The rest of me yearned toward Jared with the same desperate, half-crazed hunger I'd felt since the first time I'd seen him here. This body barely belonged to me or to Melanie-it belonged to him.

The appetite grows for what it feeds on.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.

There is something in the red of a raspberry pie that looks as good to a man as the red in a sheep looks to a wolf.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

No man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her. Sex is always out there. Friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

Ultimately one loves one's desires and not that which is desired.

I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.

desire is a beast that must be fed!

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

I've wanted to go out with you from the first moment I saw you. I just had to wait until you were ready.

I don't know if anyone has noticed but I only ever write about one thing: being alone. The fear of being alone, the desire to not be alone, the attempts we make to find our person, to keep our person, to convince our person to not leave us alone, the joy of being with our person and thus no longer alone, the devastation of being left alone. The need to hear the words: You are not alone.