Quotes About Thirst

Your love satisfies me like a desert of oasiss.

Josh wanted to tell her what he knew: that love might look like a shore but turn out to be a desert island, where you roamed alone, talking to yourself, trying to crack open coconuts with your shoe. So thirsty you drank the salt water. So hungry you ate the sand.

Monk guzzled the water and tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder.

And a refrigerator may hold a basket of strawberries, which would be important if a maniac said to you, "If you don't give me a basket of strawberries right now, I'm going to poke you with this large stick." But when the two elder Baudelaires and Quigley Quagmire opened the refrigerator, they found nothing that would help someone who was wounded, dying of thirst, or being threatened by a strawberry-crazed, stick-carrying maniac.

If only there were a river of courage, - Rahel whispered. I would bend down, cup the water in my hand and drink.

bottles of water on it to keep

This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds, but all the while the beast drank there was no noise in the beast's belly.

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

People don't stop eating, and they don't stop drinking coffee.

Curiosity is not a thirst that can be slaked: it is a permanent condition. Every answer points to more and sometimes more profound questions. And knowledge, by itself, achieves nothing: we want more, we want something elusive, called understanding, or wisdom. We want both the big picture, and our place in it.

Ik verlangde naar beweging en niet naar een zo rustig voorbijgaand leven. Ik verlangde naar opwinding, naar gevaren, naar een gelegenheid mij op te offeren voor mijn gevoel.

The behavioral doctrine was that human beings were motivated according to their primary drives of hunger, thirst, elimination, pain, and sex. Other

I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, Iokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. I was a virgin, and thou didst take my virginity from me. I was chaste, and thou didst fill my veins with fire . . .

He had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.

dumque sitim sedare cupit, sitis altera crevit

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.

The water as a topic of conversation dried up.

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

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

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Touch fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

despite the mute coldness of the teeth and the hatred of the eyes, and the battle of dying beasts that watch over oblivion, in some summer place we are together watching with lips invaded by thirst. —Pablo Neruda, from "II: FURIES AND SORROWS," The Poetry of Pablo Neruda (Farrar Straus Giroux, 2005)

We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render them into dust, dunes of numbers

M]otherlessness caused one of the great thirsts of the human condition.

As much as we thirst for approval, we dread condemnation.