Quotes About Hunger

Under liberalism, went a famous quip, everyone is free to starve.

Açl?k çeken çocuklar?n özgürlü?ünden söz edilemez

Sînt fl?mînzi de p?mînt descul?ii... ?ip? foamea în ei... Nimeni nu le aude ?ip?tul, ori, cine-l aude, îndeas? c?ciula pe urechi ?i se face c? nu-l aude — c?ciula de astrahan...

Who is to say which is better--to hunger and be fed, or to be fed so continuously that you never know hunger? Sometimes a little fasting is good for the soul. Think of a cold drink of water after an afternoon in the hayfield.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if our mind growled like our stomach does when it is hungry?

the political fallout of cold, hunger, lawlessness, and despair had grown ominous.

If you're still hungry, I could probably find some nice roots by the riverbank we passed," Mick teased. "Mind you, some of them insist on yodeling while you eat them, but you get used to that after a while.

Wasn't it a puzzle? I'd grown up among peasants, yet it took a great house to teach me hunger.

All men hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, SEX, blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, blah, BEER.

There's naught left to feed them, and so they know. Despite that, this thieving rabble persists in trying to take a share of what is not theirs by looting warehouses and breaking into the homes of decent tradesmen," Theobald spat out. His gaze swept

Some people, no matter what you give them, still want the moon. The bread, the salt, white meat and dark meat, still hungry. The marriage bed and the cradle, still empty arms. You give them land, their own earth under their feet, still they take to the roads. And water: dig them the deepest, still it's not deep enough to drink the moon from.

Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone to show you how your longing waits alone. What alchemy shines from under that shut door, spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart? ("The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart")

The brain controls pain. It controls fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything we associate with the heart or the soul or the nervous system is actually controlled by the brain. Everything. What if you could control it?

Mellow doesn't describe me. I'm hungry every day.

I have always been a very passionate person. Some people are born with this fire burning inside to "do," or create, with an insatiable hunger for knowledge and experience, and I am no exception.

There is so much to read and the days are so short! I get more hungry for knowledge every day, and less able to satisfy my hunger.

For the twenty million Americans who are hungry tonight, for the homeless freezing tonight, literature is as useless as a knowledge of astronomy.

Those who fight for food will die in hunger, those who fight for wealth will end up poor heated, only those who seek knowledge and freedome will succeed even at there past.

Leadership Principle: As hunger increases, excuses decrease.

We are not born with a need for knowledge, but a hunger for it. Eve bit the apple and it has been gluttony ever since.

Fruitful is the entire life of those, who feel hunger for the Name of the Lord in their minds.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

For whatever reason I was born into privilege; I've never known hunger, poverty, or despair. I have been blessed, blessed, blessed—relationally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.

Olifur licked his lips and gave a small croak. "Please, sir." His voice came out in a thin, wavering stream. "May I have some more?