Quotes About Hunger

When the average American says, "I'm starving," it is a prelude to a midnight raid on a well-stocked refrigerator or a sudden trip to the nearest fast food restaurant.

Enough gossip," George said, clapping her hands. "Time to eat!

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them . . . She thought a long time and kept hitting her thighs with her fists. Her face fell like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want—I want—I want—was all that she could think about—but just what this real want was she did not know. After

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want—I want—I want—was all that she could think about—but just what this real want was she did not know.

We live in the richest country in the world. There's plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want. And in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle—the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start? There are corporations worth billions of dollars—and hundreds of thousands of people who don't get to eat.

Humans possess insatiable longings for wealth, status, and power, but are hungry, most of all, for love.

while everybody else marches to the beat of their own important drum. I constantly feel hungry, metaphorically and literally.

I would feel the urge to attack people, to bite them; they'd all be walking McBloodburgers to me.

Go on the Sookie Stackhouse Narrow Avoidance of Death Diet! Run for your life, and miss meals, too!

Go on the Sookie Stackhouse Narrow Avoidance of Death Diet! Run for your life, and miss meals, too! Exercise plus starvation.

As a chef, a mom, and a member of Team No Kid Hungry, I believe that every child deserves three meals a day, every day.

I think I just have the mentality that I'm always hungry.

When there is enough food to feed everyone, why are 870 million people going hungry? We must learn to share what we have; no one race or nation has a greater right to life than another.

When I learned how millions of children go to bed hungry, my only response was, 'What can I do to help?'

If people should ever start to do only what is necessary millions would die of hunger.

Not saying that guys in the NBA don't play for heart, but once you get that money, you're under a different mindset. But when you're trying to get there and get on this level, you're more hungry.

To me it seemed in college ball, guys are more hungry. It's for a different circumstance when you're talking about playing for money and playing for heart. Not saying that guys in the NBA don't play for heart, but once you get that money, you're under a different mindset.

I know the world is hungry for good ministry.

IF YOU HAVEE EXPERIENCED HUNGER, YOU KNOW THAT HAVING FOOD IS A MIRACLE. IF YOU HAVE SUFFERED FROM THE COLD, YOU KNOW THE PRECIOUSNESS OF WARMTH. WHEN YOU HAVE SUFFERED, YOU KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE THE ELEMENTS OF PARADISE THAT ARE PRESENT

The Spirit of God draws or leads the sinner from one phase to another, gradually, in proportion as one is found having a disposition to responsive hearing. Grace flows ordinarily from prevenient grace through the grace of baptism through the grace of justification toward sanctifying grace leading toward consummation in glory. The power by which one cooperates with grace is grace itself. In this way God draws all to himself, eliciting a hunger for righteousness and a desire for truth.

Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst, and cold.

From the moment of birth, the hunger of death feeds from an army of life. Day by day it creeps ever closer, a silent, merciless hunter, its endurance without end, its clemency non-existent. It chews on the mind, feeds on the body, digests the spirit, and regurgitates the soul. It is the single, inescapable, inevitable end of everyone, and

Suppose that my poverty be a secret hunger for spiritual riches: suppose that by pretending to empty myself, pretending to be silent, I am really trying to cajole God into enriching me with some experience--what then? Then everything becomes a distraction.