Salvador Dali Quotes

I dream about food.

I'm a fan of leaving people hungry; I don't like leaving people satisfied.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.

Denial of one appetite sharpens the others.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

Satisfaction, even after one has dined well, is not so interesting and eager a feeling as hunger.

Love and hunger rule the world. Ergo, to rule the world, one must master love and hunger.

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.

So it persists, for many of us, hunger channeled into some internal circuitry of longing, routed this way and that, emerging in a thousand different forms. The diet form, the romance form, the addiction form, the overriding hunger for this purchase or that job, this relationship or that one. Hunger may be insatiable by nature, it may be fathomless, but our will to fill it, our often blind tenacity in the face of it, can be extraordinary.

Wasted is when you have a hankering for ice cream.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I've discovered over the years that the simplest explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another - desire, by another name - is the source of almost every sorrow.

Ah, if I could only pray the way that dog looks at meat.

You aren't alive if you aren't in need.

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

However gnawing a deficiency, satiety is worse... We are meant to be hungry.

At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone wants so much, much more than they can stomach, but the appetite doesn't converse much with the stomach. Everyone is hungry and not only for food - for comfort and love and excitement and the opposite of being alone. Almost everything awful anyone does is to get those things and keep them.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.

In real life I'm bone dry and when I play I'm a mango and in sex I'm starving to be a dripping mango

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

Everybody's got a hungry heart.