Quotes About Hunger

know what it is to want something so badly, you feel like your cells aren't properly bonded together without it. At any moment you might just crumble apart.

People who are incapable of having any kind of intimate relationship have to turn to feeling this incredible hunger and void, have to turn to some quantifiable external product to make them feel whole.

As she worked, she worried about empty wagons and empty bellies. She needn't have, though. The stomach is easily satisfied. It's the hunger in our hearts that kills us.

Alone by choice on Saturday nights, writing by an open window in his studio apartment, Gregory had experienced a kind of euphoria: a swelling, bursting, yearning hunger that had something in common with lust but included everyone, from the revelers outside his window to the carousers down the hall. He was where he wanted to be, and needed nothing else.

He kissed her hungrily, as if for nourishment. Later it would seem to him an act of cannibalism; the law he violated seemed nearly that ancient. But that night he was beyond reason, a man too long starved.

Hey, here's something crazy: In the Word, poverty, widows, hunger—these are not metaphors. There are billions of lambs that literally need to be fed. With food.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne is hungry. He's been looking for something. He's been looking for it since the day he was born.

All I knew was that Skye had been right. Jameson was hungry. And so am I.

At this hungry and thirsty and yearning hour, with the uneasiness of the dark and the inevitability of bedtime clutching at them, something more was needed than the spidery tunnels of the furze and broom, and the clay hollows of elders and watery pits of willow, full of lean shadows.

Well then! it was the end; his ruin was complete. Even if he mended the cables and lit the fires, where would he find men? Another fortnight's strike and he would be bankrupt. And in this certainty of disaster he no longer felt any hatred of the Montsou bandits; he felt that all had a hand in it, that it was a general agelong fault. They were brutes, no doubt, but brutes who could not read, and who were dying of hunger.

They were brutes, no doubt, but brutes who could not read, and who were dying of hunger.

With other women he had not been able to touch their flesh without experiencing the desire to devour it, as though ravenous with an abominable hunger to butcher them. But this one, could he then love her, and not kill her?

Hunger is a way Of standing outside windows The entering takes away.

Water, is taught by thirst.

Nor was I hungry - so I found That Hunger - was a way Of Persons outside Windows The Entering - takes away.

Il troppo mi urta - è così insolito. Mi sentivo a disagio, spaesata - come una bacca di fratta montana trapiantata sulla strada. E non avevo fame. Allora capii che la fame è un istinto di chi guarda le vetrine dal di fuori. L'entrare, la disperde.

How could the child bear not just the hunger, but the boredom? The rest of humankind used meals to divide the day, Lib realized - as a reward, as entertainment, the chiming of an inner clock. For Anna, during this watch, each day had to pass like one endless moment.

Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.

But was Anna nearer to starved or nearer to well? How to quantify the quality of being alive?

Tim didn't seem to like the storm either. He sat close by George, his ears cocked, and growled whenever the thunder rumbled. The children fed him with titbits and he ate them eagerly, for he was hungry too.

Did you bring any food? I haven't eaten for, wow, it must be minutes.

desire is a beast that must be fed!

Desperation's heated breath singed my neck, its jagged teeth prepared to devour my flesh. Poverty growled too, waiting its turn, famished yet patient, a beast that dined on the bones of men.

Era come se lo stomaco pensasse di essere il cuore. E non importava quanto lo riempissi... di uomini, di libri, di cibo, di biscotti allo zenzero a forma di uomo, di poesie a forma di uomo e di uomini a forma di poesie... rifiutava di calmarsi. Senza fondo... ecco com'era. Ninfomania del cervello. Denutrizione del cuore.