Nothing else but an insatiate thirst of enjoying a greedily desired object.
The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.
Ambition is torment enough for an enemy; for it affords as much discontentment in enjoying as in want, making men like poisoned rats, which, when they have tasted of their bane, cannot rest till they drink, and then can much less rest till they die
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Desire is never final, desire is imprecise and impractical [...]
Too much is never enough.
Greed is supported by an endless cast of what-ifs. Greedy people can never have enough to satisfy the need they feel in light of every conceivable eventuality.
Covetous ambition, thinking all too little which presently it hath, supposeth itself to stand in need of that which it hath not.
The mind always hankers for more and more. If you have money, it hankers for more money; if you have prestige, it hankers for more prestige; if you have knowledge, it hankers for more knowledge. Mind lives in the 'more.'
Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.
Some of my music requires an obsessive-compulsive approach and a real embodiment of excessiveness. So I really have to live in that world of overstimulation. Sometimes I think it's like a drug; more is more, and you can never get enough. The older I get, the more I crave that excessive aesthetic. It's never going to satisfy me.
I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.
It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
The ungovernable passion for wealth. [Lat., Opum furiata cupido.]
