Quotes About Famine

When the supply at last gets back to normal, some years hence, replenishment will be at an abnormally low level, with a "famine" that will get worse for at least six years before it can begin to get better. And then the cycle can start over.

It's either feast or famine, and that's the way it's been for as long as I can remember. I've spent my whole career thinking I'll never work again. Every actor lives with that insecurity. You just have to negotiate the rapids as they come.

JOSEPH STALIN, the leader of Russia, ordered operatives to remove all the stores of food from farming towns in the Ukraine. Millions of people had no bread—they ate field mice, insects, husks, and dead children. It was 1933.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

It's called a culling song. In some ancient cultures, they sand it to children during famines or droughts, anytime the tribe had outgrown its land. It was sung to warriors injured in accidents or the very old or anyone dying. It was used to end misery and pain. It's a lullaby

It's called a culling song. In some ancient culture, they sang it to children during famines or droughts, anytime the tribe had outgrown its land. It was sung to warriors injured in accidents or the very old or anyone dying. It was used to end misery and pain. It's a lullaby.

Whoa." Limos stepped into the middle of them all, arms outstretched. "This is a party. You know, to celebrate life. Stop with the doom and gloom. Why does this happen every time we're together." "My name is Death," Than said drolly. "Mine is War," Ares reminded her. Reseph raised his plastic floofing cup. "Pestilence." "So, Famine," Ares said pointedly, "what was your question again?

All the women knitted. They knitted worthless things; but, the mechanical work was a mechanical substitute for eating and drinking; the hands moved for the jaws and the digestive apparatus: if the bony fingers had been still, the stomachs would have been more famine-pinched.

Hunger stared down from the smokeless chimneys, and started up from the filthy street that had no offal, among its refuse, of anything to eat. Hunger was the inscription on the baker's shelves, written in every small loaf of his scanty stock of bad bread;

Outlined against a blue-gray October sky, the Four Horsemen rode again. In dramatic lore they were known as Famine, Pestilence, Destruction, and Death. These are only aliases. Their real names are Stuhldreher, Miller, Crowley, and Layden.

The concern this raises, as Berding highlights, is that there is a famine of God's Word even in the church; we are starving ourselves to death. Instead of following the admonition to meditate on God's law day and night (Joshua 1:8; Psalm 1:2; 119:97), we take a haphazard approach to internalizing the Word in our lives.

I was teaching in one of the universities while the country was suffering from a severe famine. People were dying of hunger, and I felt very helpless. As an economist, I had no tool in my tool box to fix that kind of situation.

During the twentieth century, communist governments killed some 100 million of their own people in peacetime, either by repression or by famine.

I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.

6. Yüzy?l, tarihte e?ine az rastlan?r bir felaket dönemiydi. 513 Y?l?nda Vezüv de dahil volkan patlamalar?; 526 y?l?nda 200 binden fazla insan öldüren Antakya depremi, Konstantinopol depremi ve di?erleri; k?tl?klar ve bunu takip eden vebalar; Asya, Orta Do?u ve Avrupa'ya 60 y?ldan uzun bir süre korku ve y?k?m getirdi.

In a world full of war, famine, oppression, deceit, monotony, what—apart from the eternal innocence of animals—offers an image of hope? A mother with a newborn child in her arms? The child may end up as a murderer or a murder victim, so that the hopeful image is a prefiguration of a pietà: a mother with her newly dead child on her lap.

Rider on the White Horse, Conqueror; the Rider on the Red Horse, War; the Rider on the Black Horse, Famine; and himself, the Rider on the Pale Horse, Death.

Pray and pray again, seek and seek again for this gift to awaken inside of you.  And open your mouth! I am doing my best to keep this manual practical, but I will say that one way evil works is to shut the mouth of the prophets so that a people remain in poverty and famine. 

Of course, it is only a legend. Still, most legends germinate from a seed of truth and feed on the imagination of Man. We need our demons: they are symbols, overblown maybe, often exaggerated, but effective. They offer simple confrontations between Good and Evil. War, famine, and pestilence are much less straightforward.

Malnutrition and famines are common in some regions, but they result mainly from unequal distribution rather than adequate production, of food.

War is our backyard, famine our feast. Most fear the wind of our wings and even, in their hurt, pray for life. Only a few, a very few, truly pray for death. But we answer all their prayers with the same coin.

My body believes a famine is imminent and has begun stocking up on provisions. These supplies are being stored around my waistline. I've tried explaining to my stomach that this is entirely unnecessary: I've never once, not even when I was in college and more broke than the E.U., done any actual starving.

I think I'm still chewing on my years as a foreign correspondent. I found myself covering catastrophes - war, uprising, famine, refugee crises - and witnessing how people were affected by dire situations. When I find a story from the past, I bring some of those lessons to bear on the narrative.

There are the manufacturing multitudes of England; they must have work, and find markets for their work; if machines and the Black Country are ugly, famine would be uglier still.