Quotes About Starving

I am going to fight capitalism even if it kills me. It is wrong that people like you should be comfortable and well fed while all around you people are starving.

The biggest cause of environmental destruction is poverty. Starving people can't worry about pollution. They worry about food. Half

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

I thought... I thought you might... Help you? By my grove, I am helping you. You're not starving anymore, are you? <…> You had a dry night's sleep, too, and you're no longer coughing your liver and lights out. Some might count those as mighty gifts indeed.

As a child, my idea of the West was that it was a miasma of poverty and misery, like that of the homeless 'Little Match Girl'in the Hans Christian Andersen story. When I was in the boarding nursery and did not want to finish my food, the teacher would say:'Think of all the starving children in the capitalist world!

It was an emergency!" Seth blurted. "Read my lips—emergency reading—not some demented idea of fun. If I were starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehaven, I would read a book, okay, are you happy?

If a starving bear ate my family, even though he may have had no wicked intentions, even though he was just being a bear, his nature has made him a menace, and I'm going to shoot him." He sounded exasperated by the conversation.

It was an emergency!" Seth blurted. "Read my lips - emergency reading - not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehaven, I would read a book, okay, are you happy?" You had best be careful, Seth," Grandma warned. "The love of reading can be contagious." I just lost my appetite," he declared...

we're a nation hungry for more joy: Because we're starving from a lack of gratitude.

In the '80s, I did two hours of cardio every day, split between running and the stationary bike. It was a trap - afterward I'd feel starving but also bulletproof, so I'd pig out. I slid into what I call exercise bulimia, when you're running more and more miles so you can eat worse and worse food.

I grew up thinking I was going to change the world, but not because I was treated like a special snowflake. It's a silly label. People are starving. We need to feed them. That's the end of the conversation.

If a starving bear ate my family, even though he may have had no wicked intentions, even though he was just being a bear, his nature has made him a menace

They don't eat that much." "In comparison to what? Starving marines?

Not only were we naked, crazed, and starving (and far from our warm little homes); we were without any good books as well.

the howling began as first one starving dog threw back its head, then another and an other until the whole valley was echoing with the raw, wretched grief of them. It was as if every poor beast in the world was screaming out against what they had witnessed that day.

He glanced furtively up and down the hallway. "Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me. Except you, I bet you don't want to talk to me," said Jace. "No," said Clary. "I want to eat. I'm starving.

Age did such things, feeding the desire then starving the will.

They were like a horde of greedy cannibals, salivating to sample the divine flesh. Yet the robed, starving light only burned from their eyes while the fruit filled their mouths.

Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention

Arctic tern chicks are starving to death for similar reasons: they rely on small fish that have fled for colder waters.

I do not think you are in any danger of starving, Maximus said. The surgeon said only two weeks ago that you are too fat. The devil! Berkley said indignantly, sitting up; and Maximus snorted in amusement at having provoked him.

I should like to know if he has sunk a frigate, alone, with a Fleur-de-Nuit on his back; and as for distinction, my ancestors were scholars in China while his were starving in pits.

And as each and all of them were warmed without by the sun, so each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, at least some remote and distant hope which, though perhaps starving to nothing, still lived on, as hopes will.

You're hungry, Denis?" "Really. Hey, like Godzilla always sez to Mothra–why don't we go eat some place?