Caroline Knapp Quotes

I've got the hungries for your love and I'm waiting in your welfare line.

Guys do ridiculous things for love." Adrian reached into his pocket and held up a pack of cigarettes. "Do you know how badly I want one of these right now? Yet I suffer, Rose. All for you.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

I'm an ambitious person. I mean, if I did that... I would self-destruct, in the sense that the decadence would be too strong an attraction for me. Whether that be in the form of gambling, fast cars, alcohol, drugs, whatever it happens to be... I think the lure of that lifestyle would be too strong.

When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit, you'd let me in and you would love every minute.

Two drinks a day. Two drinks a day. TWO DRINKS A DAY! It doesn't work! Not when you want eleven, and not when you start shopping for wine glasses in the vase department at Bloomingdales.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Lust indulged became habit, and habit unresisted became necessity.

I like whiskey. I always did, and that is why I never drink it.

My problem is I'm an addictive personality. I can't have one coffee. I can't eat one piece of chocolate.

If you deprive yourself of something, you're going to want it more.

It is hard because I love Cornettos, so that will always be a weakness, and I've realised that bread is my nemesis. I believe bread has been sent to destroy me to the core.

I drive by Baskin Robbins, and - I don't know, it's like - it's pretty hard. Or Dairy Queen. I go nuts. I just gotta keep going.

I've a very sweet tooth. Wish I didn't.

I can't resist temptation of any kind.

I'm as strong, strong as I can be, but ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak.

We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have.

when you want something so desperately, you shake with the need for it. you tell yourself that you don't need more than one sip, because it's just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able to make it last alifetime. you dream of it at night. you see a thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them. you tell yourself this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised and bloodied and flattened.

He who is intoxicated with wine will be sober again in the course of the night, but he who is intoxicated by the cupbearer will not recover his senses until the day of judgement.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

To want is to have a weakness.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart - so hard, it hurt me. A hundred times I almost rose, almost went in to her; a hundred times I thought, Go to her! Why are you waiting? Go back to her side! But every time, I thought of what would happen if I did. I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

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.