Quotes About Nourishment

Remember that food would not have a taste if it weren't for hunger;

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

he seemed to be in quest for mental food, not heart sustenance.

The truth seems to be, however, that the mother-forest, and these wild things which it nourished, all recognized a kindred wildness in the human child.

You're not eating, Cam," Roberta says as she comes out to join him across the table. Roberta—his creator, or builder—whatever term one gives to the individual who conceived of you. Perhaps, then, it should be "mother," though he's loath to use the word.

partake of this body

who cared about the lettuce when the beef was being devoured?

Comfort food, thought Citra, because somehow it made her feel safe from the inside out. "My grandmother said it could actually heal a cold." "What's a cold?" asked Citra. "A deadly illness from the mortal age, I suppose.

acorns and berries he can eat.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.

I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.

people need me. I fill them. if they can't see me for awhile the get desperate, they get sick. but if I see them too often I get sick. it's hard to feed without getting fed.

The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit.

I took the salt and pepper, seasoned the broth, broke the crackers into it, and spooned it into my illness.

Eating seemed very important.

in the Middle East, for example, the wild barley harvest from a small piece of land can feed a family. By contrast, no wild maize ancestor has ever been found, despite decades of search.

For they were, in the first place, even down to the very poorest, a well-fed people, with fewer luxuries than we, but more abundant necessaries; and while beef, ale, and good woollen clothes could be obtained in plenty, without overworking either body or soul, men had time to amuse themselves in something more intellectual than mere toping in pot-houses.

Our life is not only travail and labour; it is also refreshment and joy in the forgiveness of God. We labour, but God nourishes and sustains us. And this is the reason for celebrating." —LIFE TOGETHER

Man cannot live by swine alone.

We should feel the same pity for minds that do not eat as for stomachs. If there be anything sadder than a body perishing for want of bread, it is a mind dying of hunger for lack of light."77

I get miserable if I don't eat.

I don't think I've ever missed a meal.

Community through food is my mission; it is what I do.