Quotes About Hunger

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

I want my breakfast.

Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking about food?

El sueño alimenta cuando no se tiene qué comer.

from what he knew about the Creatures of the Dark they wouldn't waste their time laying elaborate traps. They'd just eat someone.

It is a hunger with me, books. I had rather read than eat, I do think.

I want a big breakfast, said Fuchsia at last. I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.

There are times when so much talk or writing, so many ideas seem to stand in the way, to block the awareness that for the oppressed, the exploited, the dominated, domination is not just a subject for radical discourse, for books. It is about pain – the pain of hunger, the pain of over-work, the pain of degradation and dehumanization, the pain of loneliness, the pain of loss, the pain of isolation, the pain of exile... Even before the words, we remember the pain.

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15. pink and white oleander not native to Appalachian ground still here lies years and years of poison rebel flags heritage and hate in the war to fight hunger and ongoing loss there are no sides there is only the angry mind of hurt bringing death too soon destroying all our dreams of union

Usually I was the one who went in and tried to break that up. We didn't want that. We saw that the kids who were crying and not eating were dying.

In my dreams I ate and I ate my dreams.

When one cannot satisfy one appetite, one satisfies another

He has satisfied the thirsty and filled the hungry with good things. Psalm 107:9

Sometimes we didn't eat, we could not buy food for six siblings... That's how it was.

There's a significant difference between greed and hunger. When you're greedy, you just want things. That's your only need. But when you're hungry for things, it's a mixture of need and want, which is more logical to me.

Food is such a basic need, a fundamental right, and such a simple pleasure.

I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.

This past year I grew up to know hunger, grief, darkness, fear. I began to understand how lonely you can feel even when all you want is to be alone.

Peter always brings death with him, along with spinach or nuts. He said he'd seen 20 cases of West Nile during the week and five deaths from it. He also said two people had died from food allergies. They're so hungry they're taking their chances eating foods they're seriously allergic to, he said.

Desire has no history...

I love to eat, even though it is easy for me not to eat (when no one feeds me, when there is no food around).