Quotes About Appetite

thought. "You want some macaroni

If you had a daily printout from the brain of an average twenty-four-year-old male, it would probably go like this: sex, need coffee, sex, traffic, sex, sex, what an asshole, sex, ham sandwich, sex, sex , etc

It's nice that you enjoy cooking. I happen to enjoy eating.

Penny, go see if she wants another sausage," Antone said. "I'd like to see her eating more." "I have a Snickers bar in my bag," the woman--Penny--said. "I'll take her that. Kids always like candy." "Not sure that applies to teenage girls, but you can give it a shot.

Dragons eat the things that they're curious about.

Aliena shook her head. 'Not Sally. She's as lusty as anyone. She's just choosy.

Society cannot exist unless a controlling power upon will and appetite be placed somewhere, and the less of it there is within, the more there must be without.

When the balance is broken then everything includes itself in power, power into will, will into appetite. So appetite, aided by will and power, becomes a universal wolf, at last eating up itself.

Always rise from the table with an appetite, and you will never sit down without one.

Who can cloy the hungry edge of appetite?

Let good digestion wait on appetite and health on both.

And then to breakfast withWhat appetite you have.

The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.

As a surfeit of the sweetest thingsThe deepest loathing to the stomach brings.

Now good digestion wait on appetite,And health on both!

Who riseth from a feastWith that keen appetite that he sits down?

Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Then everything includes itself in power,Power into will, will into appetite;And appetite, a universal wolf,So doubly seconded with will and power,Must make perforce a universal prey,And last eat up himself.

He was a manOf an unbounded stomach.

[A]s hungry as the Sea, And can digest as much...

Epicurean cooksSharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odor!

He will to his Egyptian dish again.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom staleHer infinite variety other women cloyThe appetites they feed, but she makes hungryWhere most she satisfies.