Quotes About Nourishment

What this means is that if you want to grow up and feast on the fullness of God's revelation, you don't do it by jumping from milk to meat. You do it by the way you drink the milk. The milk has to make you a certain kind of discerning person before you can digest the meat.

Reading is more important to me than eating.

The best cure for a broken heart is a dozen eggs.

Your life does matter. It always matters whether you reach out in friendship or lash out in anger. It always matters whether you live with compassion and awareness or whether you succumb to distractions and trivia. It always matters how you treat other people, how you treat animals, and how you treat yourself. It always matters what you do. It always matters what you say. And it always matters what you eat.

Bread of flour is good; but there is bread, sweet as honey, if we would eat it, in a good book.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

Too many people just eat to consume calories. Try dining for a change.

Black-birds fatten best in hard weather

Eating The Bones by Ellen Bass The women in my family strip the succulent flesh from broiled chicken, scrape the drumstick clean; bite off the cartilage chew the gristle, crush the porous swellings at the ends of each slender baton. With strong molars they split the tibia, sucking out the dense marrow. They use up love, they swallow every dark grain, so at the end there's nothing left, a scant pile of splinters on the empty white plate.

The leaves of the tree of life are proffered you. They are sweeter than honey and the honeycomb. Take them, eat them, digest them, and your faintheartedness will pass away

We have plenty of good things to satisfy hunger without bringing corpses upon our table to compose our bill of fare.

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing" (John 15:4, 5)....

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impose certain foods, or amounts of food, or feeding schedules. Whenever you impose rigid expectations, feeding will be distorted.

He couldn't imagine how he had lived without her for seven years. She was like sunlight. Like food and drink.

Desserts are the rich sweetness that makes the mundane chore of obtaining sustenance bearable.

Cancer is a journey, but you walk the road alone. There are many places to stop along the way and get nourishment — you just have to be willing to take it.

It is a matter of embracing one's only life, even though this life so often seems to be, merely, one's doom. And it is, in a way, though not "merely." But to refuse the doom of one's only life is to be trapped outside all nourishment.

The place I like best in this world is the kitchen. No matter where it is, no matter what kind, if it's a kitchen, if it's a place where they make food, it's fine with me. Ideally it should be well broken in. Lots of tea towels, dry and immaculate. Where tile catching the light (ting! Ting!)

Non c'è posto al mondo che io ami più della cucina. Non importa dove si trova, com'è fatta: purchè sia una cucina, un posto dove si fa da mangiare, io sto bene. Se possibile le preferisco funzionali e vissute. Magari con tantissimi strofinacci asciutti e puliti e le piastrelle bianche che scintillano. Anche le cucine incredibilmente sporche mi piacciono da morire.

I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen.

Ghar ki murg; dal barabar.

hot breakfast on a cold winter morning

People ask me: why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way the others do? The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry. —M. F. K. Fisher