Quotes About Thirst

And he drank, and the more he drank the more he longed to drink, because the wine was enchanted.

The strangest thing. I came to the end of other people so quickly. Each new person was like a glass of water, and at the beginning I was parched, but then each glass tasted a little worse, the water was grittier, and by the end even the first sip was enough to make me gag, you know?

Aphrodite's thirst was never quenched; it was cruel and dreamy. It was certainly the most splendid kind of thirst.

Le monde a soif d'amour: tu viendras l'apaiser.

Mere things?however costly or lovely in themselves?cannot meet the real needs of the soul. The heart was made for God, and He alone can fill it. Self's enjoyment of the joys of this earth leaves naught but emptiness behind. The thirst of the soul cannot be quenched by the cisterns of this world. Gold can purchase nothing but what proves to be vanity. Christ alone "satisfieth the longing soul" (Psa 107:9).

The trees seemed to pray for rain; the little horse ponds outside the Chase shrank until only flaked and cracked hollows, like empty dishes, rewarded the maddened cows when they came to drink.

The keener the want the lustier the growth.

I'm a big root beer guy.

I am born hungry. Ravenous. I want to eat the world, and I can never be satiated.

I have said that I cannot explain my desire for her, and it is true. I loved her with a love thirsty and desperate. I felt that we two might commit some act so atrocious that the world, seeing us, would find it irresistible.

But replacing hunger for divine connection with Double Stuf Oreos is like giving a glass of sand to a person dying of thirst. It creates more thirst, more panic.

Women turn to food when they are not hungry because they are hungry for something they can't name: a connection to what is beyond the concerns of daily life. Something deathless, something sacred. But replacing the hunger for divine connection with Double Stuf Oreos is like giving a glass of sand to a person dying of thirst. It creates more thirst, more panic.

Taken aback by the discovery, a little too late, that tropical rain has the volume of a bathroom shower, I splashed on to a train for Panama City, put up at the Hotel Europa and restored equanimity with Planter's Punch. A world in which so delectable a drink existed, as well as the thirst necessary to deal with two successive pints of it, could not be wholly bad. In the evening I set out to inspect North American civilisation.

Not curiosity, not vanity, not the consideration of expediency, not duty and conscientiousness, but an unquenchable, unhappy thirst that brooks no compromise leads us to truth.

I thirsted for the unknown: the thirst is gone. O God, let me stay with the known, and be weary of it: I am content.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine.

I long for life, and there is no help. I thirsted for the unknown: the thirst is gone. O God, let me stay with the known, and be weary of it: I am content. Agony of pain and suffocation — and all the while the earth

I recently learn a new word: insatiable. That's me.

Finding true love is like finding the bottle of water in Desert.

Provocative. Striking. Rachel Resnick is a virtuoso on the page. Her fearless examination of the desperate thirst to find love is guaranteed to break your heart. Yet her cool-eyed analysis of the roots of this addiction inspires hope that through committed self-understanding, maybe each of us can change toxic patterns, whatever they may be.

Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst.

Dry wells send us to the fountain.

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,And cried, A sail! a sail!

Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.