Quotes About Eating

You're disgusting when you eat," Chuck said, sitting on the bench next to him. "It's like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

A small piece of bacon flew out of his mouth when he spoke.

the two of them were at a table, eating cereal. The kind with lots of marshmallows that lied and said it was good for you on the package.

The burst of flavour and juice was a glorious thing. Moaning, he attacked the rest of it and had eaten down to its stumpy core

Taft generally ate alone. Forever struggling to lose weight, he limited his midday meal to an apple or a glass of water.

I has such a sinking in my inside I has to get up and eat biscuits.

He put some more cold pizza into his face.

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They ate so much food out of the can, the jar, the tinfoil, the box, that the youngest thought her mother's name was Sara Lee.

Some oysters which Griselda had ordered, and which would seem to be beyond the reach of incompetence, we were, unfortunately, not able to sample as we had nothing in the house to open them with—an omission which was discovered only when the moment for eating them arrived.

It is a mystery to me," I said, "how anyone gets any nourishment in this place. They must eat their meals standing up by the window so as to be sure of not missing anything.

For four to six months at a time, I would barely eat. I lived on a diet of Melba toast, carrots, and black coffee.

All kids are fussy eaters - they go through phases where they'll only eat red food or they just want to eat porridge. With fussy kids, the best thing to do is use what they do like and work around it.

Everyone should watch 'Supersize Me' to realize how much our physical health is connected to the food we eat.

I can never finish a burger, and even if it's just a millimetre, I'll leave it. I don't know why I can't finish it. I don't know if it is physiological, but I just feel like I'm full halfway through it.

Life is simply too short to think about everything you put in your mouth, and it's not good for children to see you picking over bits of salad.

As a kid, I was always picky about food; if it didn't 'look right,' I wouldn't eat it.

Grief reveals itself in the most mundane activities, like eating. It's never when you're looking at old pictures.

I eat like a pig. Tripe is the only thing I won't eat.

I love food. I'm a huge food addict. I think in my past life I was a pig or something like that, but I love eating; I never stop eating.

I was one of those kids who ate everyone's school dinners. They used to call me 'Pig of The Year.'

Thin people release the fork, and they chew the food with the fork on the table. They chew their food slowly. They look around at each other or the wall or a picture. They listen to the music. They sit back and take a breath. They do something other than concentrate on shoving the food into their body.

I really like to read when I'm eating - 'The New York Times' or the 'Wall Street Journal,' paper version.

I wanna buy vinyl and I want to listen to records on it. I want to put on 'Dark Side of the Moon' in the dining room while I'm eating pasta or whatever. You know what I mean.