Quotes About Hunger

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry.

But it was the love of a ghost. Arms that encircled but did not touch. A bowl full of rice but without my appetite to eat it. No hunger. No fullness.

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry," said Popo.

Pero no puedes permanecer en la oscuridad durante mucho tiempo. Algo dentro de ti empieza a desvanecerse y entonces te vuelves como una persona hambrienta, desesperadamente ansiosa de luz.

Cómo podría no amar a ese hombre? Pero era el amor de un fantasma, unos brazos que rodeaban pero no tocaban, un cuenco lleno de arroz pero sin apetito para comerlo, sin plenitud.

The humiliations and defeats, given with a primitive honesty, end not in frustration, despair or futility, but in hunger, an ecstatic devouring hunger—for more life." - Anais Nin

I was growing sad, sad with restlessness and hunger. I felt that nothing would happen to me. I felt desperate with desire to be a woman, to plunge into living. Why was I enslaved by this need of being in love first? Where would my life begin? It seemed to me that a great current was passing all around me and that I was left out. I would have to find someone who felt as I did. But where? Where?

The more hunger, the greater the desires, like those of men in prison, wild and haunting. So we had here a perfect world in which to grow the flower of eroticism. Of course, if you get too hungry, too continuously, you become a bum, a tramp.

The more hunger, the greater the desires

I divined her life at that moment. She only believed in intimacy and proximity, in confessions born in the darkness of a bedroom, in quarrels born of alcohol, in communions born of exhausting walks through the city. She only believed in those words that came like the confessions of criminals after a long exposure to hunger, to intense lights, to cross-questioning, to violent tearing away of masks.

I can only make notes. With Staff, it is my idealization of myself and others. Behind my masochism lies sadism. Behind my indirectness does not lie femininity, but a crippled, fearful self who does not dare. Behind my idealizations lie a primitive woman, indirect uses of power, subtle forms of destructiveness, this hunger.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

I have no appetite,' she sighed. 'Not for food, not for work. Not for anything.' I looked at her and wondered what I am except appetite.

Quieres que te prepare algo para comer? —Tú sólo piensas en dos cosas. No aclaró cuáles eran, pero tampoco era necesario

She was enchanted. But, being a woman—that is, belonging to that species of creature who is able to combine the loftiest heights of poetry with the hardest of concrete facts—she turned to Montalbano, who couldn't take his eyes off all that natural beauty, and said, in Sicilian: "I'm really hungry.

All the kids loved lunchtime. But the awful part of lunch was the eating part - school food.

We wish in a halfhearted way to be better than we are. But how few there are who truly ''hunger and thirst after righteousness''; how few who intensely long for a life of obedience and the continual consciousness of being pleasing to God.

I want to have those little hot dogs wrapped in biscuit dough.

KRAUT PRAYER Eli Brown, Oakland, California Myriad beings beneath my sight, thank you for your transformations. May you nourish me as I nourish you. May you thrive in me as I thrive on the earth. In all the worlds may nourishment follow hunger as the echo follows the call.

There are people in the world so hungry that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread. Mahatma Gandhi I

I'm hungry. Do you have any Cheetos?" "Cheetos?" I screech. "We've somehow been transported from our basement to a forest in the middle of the night, and you're thinking about Cheetos?

I want! I want! I want!

Only Christ can give us food that satisfies our spiritual hunger and gives everlasting

I've got kids that enjoy stealing. I've got kids that don't think about stealing one way or the other, and I've got kids that just tolerate stealing because they know they've got nothing else to do. But nobody--and I mean nobody --has ever been hungry for it like this boy. If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He...steals too much .