Quotes About Hunger

Cement is as impossible to escape as the dust of the earth, you can't tell where it comes from because it's already there. And apart from hunger, the only thing in our minds that's as quick as cement is homesickness. It steals from you the same way cement does, and you can drown in it as well.

Je sais, dit Adina, les hommes avaient des femmes, les femmes avaient des enfants, les enfants avaient faim.

The balls were dry as wood, you had to lick and suck at them before they tasted like sour cherries. If you chewed them well, the pit felt very smooth and hot on the tongue. Those night cherries were a happy thing, but they only sharpened our hunger.

The hunger angel approached everyone, without restraint. He knew that where things can be unloaded, other things can be loaded. In terms of mathematics, the results could be horrifying: if each person has his own hunger angel, then every time someone dies, a hunger angel is released.

Everyone eats his words by himself although we're all eating together. There's no thought for the hunger of others, you can't hunger together. Cabbage soup was our main food, but it mainly took the meat from our bones and the sanity from our minds. The hunger angel ran around in hysterics. He lost all proportion, growing more in a single day than grass in an entire summer or snow in an entire winter.

Es gibt keine passenden Wörter fürs Hungerleiden. Ich muss dem Hunger heute noch zeigen, dass ich ihm entkommen bin. Ich esse buchstäblich das Leben selbst, seit ich nicht mehr hungern muss. Ich bin eingesperrt in den Geschmack des Essens, wenn ich esse. Ich esse seit meiner Heimkehr aus dem Lager, seit sechzig Jahren, gegen das Verhungern.

The bread court does not deliberate, it punishes. It knows no mitigation, it needs no legal code. It is a law unto itself, because the hunger angel is also a thief who steals the brain. Bread justice has no prologue or epilogue, it is only here and now. Totally transparent, or totally mysterious. In any case, the violence meted out by bread justice is different from hungerless violence. You cannot approach the bread court with conventional morality.

Nenhuma palavra é adequada para o sofrimento causado pela fome. Até hoje eu tenho que mostrar a fome que escapei do seu alcance. Desde que parei de passar fome, literalmente como a própria vida. E quando eu como, fico trancada dentro do gosto de comer. Por sessenta anos, desde que voltei do acampamento, tenho comido contra a fome.

Half-starved humans are really neither masculine nor feminine but genderless, like objects.

E assim como eles, também os semimortos de fome não são de facto nem masculinos nem femininos, mas objectivamente neutros como objectos, talvez comuns-de-dois.

Except you're not allowed to talk about hunger when you're hungry. Hunger is not a bunk or a bed frame, otherwise it could be measured. Hunger is not an object.

I wanted books like a vampire wants blood.

But what do they get by the change? One dog sated with meat is replaced by a hungrier dog who bites nearer the bone. Out goes the man grown fat with honor, and in comes a hungry and a lean man.

The Robespierre women (as one tended to think of them now) were all on display. Madame looked actively, rather intimidatingly benevolent; it was her aim in life to find a Jacobin who was hungry, then to go into the kitchen and make extravagant efforts, and say, "I have fed a patriot!".

Full bellies breed gentle manners. A pinch of famine makes monsters.(Bringing up the bodies,pg 36)

Há para tudo uma estação: uma estação para passar fome e uma estação para roubar.

Full bellies breed gentle manners. The pinch of famine makes monsters. . .

When in a state of hunger, one ought not to undertake labor.

Desire is that animal that remains fit only through undernourishment.

There is no banquet too abundant for a starving man.

I am ready to eat out of the prince's hand as tamely as a dove. It's too easy. I'm hungry for kindness. Hungry for attention. I want and want and want.

Haven't you watched the feeds?" Winter asked her, more gently. "Vampires like anything and everything that keeps them from getting bored. Anything and everything."

Tana," Aidan said as soon as he saw her. "Tana, they're going to come in as soon as it's dark. They told us." He looked pale and frantic, worse than she remembered him looking when she'd left. "We're going to die, Tana." "Condamné à mort," a voice rasped from the other side of the door. She could hear the creatures whispering to one another in the hall, shifting hungrily, waiting for the sun to set. Her hands shook.

There it is. That temper you try to hide. You know what fascinates me about you? You're a hungry person sitting in front of a banquet, refusing to eat.