Quotes About Thirst

Writing fulfils an insatiable drive. Finishing the story satisfies my thirst. But I must keep drinking until the story quenches a buyer.

Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Could'st thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away.

I always want more, and that's just my life.

As long as mankind shall continue to bestow more liberal applause on their destroyers than on their benefactors, the thirst of military glory will ever be the vice of exalted characters.

as long as mankind shall continue to bestow more liberal applause on their destroyers than their benefactors, the thirst of military glory will ever be the vice of the most exalted characters.

The Sphere would willingly have continued his lessons by indoctrinating me in the conformation of all regular Solids, Cylinders, Cones, Pyramids, Pentahedrons, Hexahedrons, Dodecahedrons, and Spheres: but I ventured to interrupt him. Not that I was wearied of knowledge. On the contrary, I thirsted for yet deeper and fuller draughts than he was offering to me.

When you're thirsty and it seems that you could drink the entire ocean that's faith when you start to drink and finish only a glass or two that's science.

The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others.

When one longs for a drink, it seems as though one could drink a whole oceanthat is faith; but when one begins to drink, one can only drink altogether two glassesthat is science.

Bueno es saber que los vasos nos sirven para beber; lo malo es que no sabemos para qué sirve la sed.

I want knowledge. How, like a starved thing in the dark, I'm driven to reach for it.

If we drink from the fountain of wisdom, We thirst for its waters e'ermore.

El desierto] Es como una mujer [...] Seduce, atrae... Cuando lo ves por la primera vez, el desierto ofrece muchas tentaciones y luego te las va negando lentamente, repite la misma oferta, cada día te da otra vez más, casi con desperación, lo que ya te ha dado ayer. Siempre igual en su monotonía. Y uno empieza a darse cuenta de que realmente jamás se entregará

I'm cummin' round more'n'more to Your earliest=Levanthine pointa view, Dan, >that the world may well have originated less from a creative and far more from a destructive principle< ... - : aren't we ruled=t'day by a wind that produces great lethargy (&thirst)?...<

Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become, and the same is true of fame"—that's philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, writing in 1851, more than a century and half before social media was invented and made the whole problem ten times worse.

I'm grateful for rain because, when I was kidnapped, that meant that I had something to drink.

Once you drink one glass, you want another.

The dying: he sensed them all around him. Through the stink of mud and smoke rolled the smell of blood, heavy and sweetly enticing. His thirst rose, independent of his horror. Thirst and revulsion. The powerful tang of death and blood congealed in the back of his throat.

Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

It is terrible to die of thirst on the sea. Does your truth have to be so salty that it can no longer even—quench thirst?

Here and there on earth there is probably a kind of continuation of love; in which this greedy desire of two people for each other gives way to a new desire and greed, a shared higher thirst for an ideal above them. But who knows such love? who has experienced it? Its true name is friendship

favourites.-There is, of course, here and there on this terrestrial sphere a kind of sequel to love, in which that envious longing of two persons for one another has yielded to a new desire and covetousness, to a common, higher thirst for a superior ideal standing above them : but who knows this love? Who has experienced it? Its right name is friendship.

Reader, persons who have never witnessed a hurricane, such as not unfrequently desolates the sultry climates of the south, can scarcely form an idea of their terrific grandeur. One would think that, not content with laying waste all on land, it must needs sweep the waters of the shallows quite dry to quench its thirst.

The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.