Quotes About Feasting

Sometimes they went hungry, sometimes they feasted riotously, all according to the abundance of game and the fortune of hunting.

I propose a toast to mirth; be merry! Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. The birds are astonishing. What a festival everywhere! The nightingale is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee!

The Glasgow kirk in 1583 ordered excommunication for those who kept Christmas, and in 1593 the minister at Errol equated carol singing with fornication. The commission of such sins at Christmas need not even have been public. In a number of Scottish towns ministers were known to go door-to-door on Christmas Day to ensure that families were not feasting.

I love to eat. I could make a professional sport out of it.

and a table in a kitchen at which the nightingales feasted on fairy tales, the angels stuffed themselves with fog

Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.

I don't know whether any of you, gentlemen, ever partook of a real substantial hospitable Scotch breakfast, and then went out to a slight lunch of a bushel of oysters, a dozen or so of bottled ale, and a noggin or two of whiskey to close up with. If you ever did, you will agree with me that it requires a pretty strong head to go out to dinner and supper afterwards.

Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away. Gay and merry was the time; and right gay and merry were at least four of the numerous hearts that were gladdened by its coming.

In Luke's Gospel Jesus is either going to a meal, at a meal, or coming from a meal.

after ingurgitating another modicum of the royal booze

The banquet is ready, and the minstrels are tuning their harps to celebrate the return from your wanderings to your Father's heart and home, with the gladness of feasting, and with the voice of thanksgiving and of melody.

To good eating belongs good drinking.

Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don't sit down without one of the gods.

If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.

On one side was a table occupied by some chattering girls, cutting up silk and gold paper; and on the other were tressels and trays, bending under the weight of brawn and cold pies, where riotous boys were holding high revel; the whole completed by a roaring Christmas fire, which seemed determined to be heard, in spite of all the noise of the others.

Calories don't count if they're connected to a celbration. Everyone knows this.

I have legendary massive breakfasts at hotels. I don't hold back. I'll get there at 7A.M. and I'll be the last out at 11 A.M., having gone up and down the buffet seven times.

He looked like a vulture dissatisfied with its breakfast corpse.

But then, at meals, my attention is pretty well riveted on the foodstuffs.

"When a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, 'Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts." This was Job's regular custom.'"

As they slithered up the muddy bank, scores of tiny silver fish that had been feasting on the open wounds were slow to relinquish their hold and were drawn out with the carcasses. Stranded upon the mud-banks, they flopped and quivered like stars that had fallen to earth.

Better a dry crust eaten in peace than a house filled with feasting—and conflict. Proverbs 17:1

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody. Samuel Pepys

Instead of hungering after God, we've feasted at the table of cheap substitutes. No wonder we are left still hungry and longing for more.