Quotes About Food

Food: Part of the spiritual expression of the French, and I do not believe that they have ever heard of calories.

We can't really digest food unless there's hunger. So we can't really assimilate spiritual wisdom unless we feel the need for it.

Christ is the meat, the bread, the food of our souls. Nothing is in him of a higher spiritual nourishment than his love, which we should always desire.

Eating wheat, like ice climbing, mountain boarding, and bungee jumping, is an extreme sport. It is the only common food that carries its own long-term mortality rate.

There was an old man of Orleans, Who was given to eating of beans; Till once out of sport, he swallowed a quart, That dyspeptic old man of Orleans.

Lets go eat a God damn snack

A city's only ever three hot meals away from anarchy.

If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would have only four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.

Butter is true divinity

It tasted like one of those herbal concoctions that health-food enthusiasts substitute for tea.

Man cannot live by bread alone; but if he chooses to nourish his mind on the wrong kind of spiritual food, he won't even get bread. He won't even get bread, because he'll be so busy killing or preparing to kill his neighbours in the name of God, or Country, or Social Justice that he won't be able to cultivate his fields.

Da, e lucru îngrozitor s? cazi în mâinile r?ului reîncarnat. - Atunci, întreab? doctorul Poole, de ce continuaÈ›i s?-L veneraÈ›i? - De ce arunci mâncare unui tigru care mâr?ie?Ca s? câÈ™tigi un moment de respiro. Ca s? amâni oroarea inevitabilului, fie È™i pentru câteva minute. ?i pe P?mânt e la fel ca-n Iad - dar cel puÈ›in eÈ™ti tot pe P?mânt.

I intend that my last work shall be a cookbook composed of memories and desires. ---Alexander Dumas, 1869, as quoted in Life Is Meals: A Food Lover's Book of Days by James and Kay Salter

A man gets an appetite when he starts to eat.

She had not come to the shopping centre to buy shoes; she had come to buy food, and there was a big difference between shopping for food and shopping for shoes, and that difference concentrated on one word: guilt.

He looked at her in the darkness, at this woman who was everything to him-mother, Africa, wisdom, understanding, good things to eat, pumpkins, chicken, the white sky across the endless, endless bush, and the giraffe that cried, giving its tears for women to daub on their baskets; O Botswana, my country, my place.

He said: What is patriotism but love of the food one ate as a child?

And food made with love, she thought, tasted better-everybody knew that. It just did.

Exactement," said Chloe. "And in view of this relationship I feel that I can speak to you directly—without sautéeing my words." "Mincing," said Paul. "Perhaps, but mince is so rare these days—metaphors must keep up to date." She paused. "Does anybody eat mince any longer, Paul? You should know, I suppose.

sorrow at the realisation that food was finite.

That's perfect," he said. "I'm sorry about that. It's genetic, I think. My mother had exactly the same problem, and a cousin of hers too. We're allergic to raw onion.

unconscionable–eating the food in a supermarket was simply theft, and could be distinguished from shoplifting only by virtue of the nature of the container used to remove the property.

Meat was what men liked in sandwiches—and if the man was sophisticated, then he might like a bit of mustard as well.

James sniffed at the soup. "I love porcini to bits," he said. "They're the only mushroom I'd go out of my way for." "What about chanterelles?" said Matthew. "Porcini are delicious, but so are chanterelles.