Quotes About Hunger

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

Eager for bread and love.

Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

I love Jesus Christ. I am a Christian... I cry when I see injustice, children dying of hunger.

When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

I was a ravenous child. I'm a ravenous adult. I love to eat.

Black bears rarely attack. But here's the thing. Sometimes they do. All bears are agile, cunning, and immensely strong, and they are always hungry. If they want to kill you and eat you, they can, and pretty much whenever they want. That doesn't happen often, but—and here is the absolutely salient point—once would be enough.

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Saturday morning, 6:52 a.m. The limousine is parked on 13th Street Northwest by the curb. Vice President Katherine Brandt sits in the back of the limo, her stomach churning, but not from hunger.

What is the one aspect of this broken world that, when you see it, touch it, get near it, you just can't stand? Very likely, that firestorm of frustration reflects your holy discontent, a reality so troubling that you are thrust off the couch and into the game. It's during these defining times when your eyes open to the needs surrounding you and your heart hungers to respond that you hear God say, 'I feel the same way about this problem. Now, let's go solve it together!

You've got to have something to eat

I wanted more than life could ever grant

A lot of people don't have much food on their table. But they got a lot of forks 'n knives. And they got to cut somethin'.

The first thing that has to go is any form of artistic self-expression that's dear to you. Art is unimportant next to life, and you have no choice. I had no hunger for it, anyway. Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn't work. It was impossible now for me to observe anything without being observed.

The night has a thousand eyes and I'm a gypsy dancer still hungry for more.

The crisis of physical hunger is essentially a crisis of faith. What or whom will you trust to meet your most basic needs? Will you trust the God who made human bodies, or will you seek your own way? (Deuteronomy 8:1-3)

The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.

Something in me wants more. I can't rest.

I don't know what I ate, but I felt immensely better after the first mouthful. It occurred to me that my vision of the fig-tree and all the fat figs that withered and fell to the earth might well have arisen from the profound void of an empty stomach.

My ribs show. What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

All people know the Greater Hunger...It is the hunger for warmth, for family, for connection to the stars and the earth and other living things... For love? Renie asked. Yes, I suppose that could be true.

No better sauce there is being than hunger.

Fine art won't fill me up, y'know.

Even the rich must feed the demons.