Quotes About Hunger

Death is hungry and Destruction is determined and it does not like its intended victims to get away.

john was smart, but he was also a young male with a usually empty belly. sometimes it was simple as that

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing. - Sweet Thing

Of protein, phosphorus, nor even energy is there ever enough to slake all hungers. Therefore, show not affront when diverse beings vie over what physically exists. Only in thought can there be true generosity. So let thought be the focus of your world.

We can't save the world without food. Only people with full stomachs become environmentalists.

As was Israel, so Jesus is tempted by hunger (Exod 16:1–8), tempted to worship something other than God (Exod 32), and tempted to put God to the test (Exod 17:1–3).

I'm hungry, Garion, and I don't think well when I'm hungry. That might explain a lot, Beldin noted blandly. We should have fed you more often when you were younger. You can be terribly offensive sometimes, do you know that? Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do.

What fire dies when you feed it? It

Morning is best when it begins with the last hours of night. ...Enough of culture's hours. I am a peasant. Enough of feasting. I want hunger. Enough of fat. I want muscle. Enough of pity. I want humor. Enough of vanity. I want pride.

If the truth were known, he was half starved, and yet there was still no end of books he ought to read before he died.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies...

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food. To eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us.

For the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge

Return'd so soon! Rather approached too late: the capron burns, the pig falls from the spit, the clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; my mistress made it one upon my cheek: she is hot because the meat is cold; the meat is cold because you have no stomach, you have no stomach, having broke your fast; but we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, are pentent for your default today.

Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord, not with love. Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and hang me up at the door of a brothel house for the sign of blind Cupid.

Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, must have inventions to delight the taste, would now be glad of bread, and beg for it.

If food is scarce, why isn't Gandhi dead yet?

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: Frequently there must be a beverage.

When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.

There's no boot. No boot? No. That makes me sad. I ate it. You ate the boot? Yes. Was it good? No. Were the cigarettes good? No. I couldn't finish them. I couldn't finish the boot.

Right away, death is word-eating.

The Therapeutic Sensibility The contemporary climate is therapeutic, not religious. People today hunger not for personal salvation, let alone for the restoration of an earlier golden age, but for the feeling, the momentary illusion, of personal well-being, health, and psychic security.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!