Quotes About Hunger

Dov Weisglass said the Gazans would remain on a diet but not to make them die of hunger. Israeli experts determined precisely how many calories a day Garzans needed for bare survival while also depriving them of medicines and other means of a decent life.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield. What are you thinking? About bombs, she answered blandly, deadly camoflaged bombs. She gave him a quick,innocent grin. Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving.

Justin, I won't deny that I want you, but I think it would be best if we gave it some more time." "Reasonable," he agreed as he drew her into his arms. "Time's up." He stopped her protesting laugh with his lips. There was no food to stop this hunger. His mouth was hard, devouring, before Serena could respond or struggle away. Yet she knew as he crushed her body to his that this time he would permit no struggle.

She moaned, wrapped her arms around him and met greed with greed. This was no gentle exploration, no easy sampling. It was all heat and hunger, passion warring against passion, strength pitted against strength. She was wild tastes and silken textures. She was arousing scents and soft sighs. Her mouth was pure sin, and was rapidly driving

Give me one of those chicken tits.

Francis Collins put it, "Why would such a universal and uniquely human hunger exists, if it were not connected to some opportunity for fulfillment?

He was going to take in, possess the whole of the world. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi? Fuck off. He wanted more.

We fight wars. We fight for peace. We fight hunger. We love to fight. We fight and fight and fight, with our guns or mouths or money. And the planet is never one lick better than it was before us.

Liberamos guerras. Luchamos por la paz. Combatimos el hambre. Nos encanta luchar. Luchamos y luchamos y luchamos, con armas, palabras o dinero. Y el planeta nunca es una pizca mejor de lo que era antes de nosotros.

Let me never be complete. May I never be content.

I've discovered over the years that the simplest explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another—desire, by another name—is the source of almost every sorrow.

You starving street waif! No, you're too old to be a waif! You starving high-school-aged waif!

People carry in their hearts an inconsolable longing for something and they are never quite sure what it is.

The presence of phantoms – everywhere – their faces, ripe with need and unspent passion, trailing their hunger like pollen from flowers that were past their hour but refused to wither and disappear.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

They entered the wild country. Broken fences. Ruined castles. Stretches of bogland. Wooded headlands. Turfsmoke rose from cabins, thin and mean. On the muddy paths, they glimpsed moving rags. The rags seemed more animate than the bodies within. As they passed, the families regarded them. The children appeared marooned with hunger.

there was always hunger in Ireland. She was a country that liked to be hurt. The Irish heaped coals of fire upon their own heads. They were unable to extinguish the fire. They were dependent,as always, on others. They had no notions of self-reliance. They burned and then poured empty buckets down upon themselves. It had always been so.

Those who have not gone through a similar experience can hardly conceive of the soul-destroying mental conflict and clashes of will power which a famished man experiences.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

the satisfaction of a special Pninian craving.

The people are hungry: It is because those in authority eat up too much in taxes.

There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.