Quotes About Appetite

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

The sounding cataractHaunted me like a passion: the tall rock,The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,Their colors and their forms, were then to meAn appetite; a feeling and a love,That had no need of a remoter charm,By thought supplied, nor any interestUnborrowed from the eye.

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

What I don't like is breakfast in the morning. I have a double-espresso cappuccino, but no food.

Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

The more dishes a man has on his table beyond what is sufficient, the sooner satiety in eating comes upon him.

How miraculous it was, noted Diogenes, that whenever one felt that sort of urge, one could readily masturbate. But conversely how disheartening that one could not simply rub one's stomach when hungry.

But how can you not like music? That's the same as not liking food! Or sex!

if you cannot control your hunger and appetite, good luck managing your blood chemistry, metabolism, waistline, and, in the bigger picture, the prospect of crippling your brain.

When your appetite hormones are not behaving properly, your brain becomes essentially disconnected from your stomach. It deceives you into thinking you're hungry when you're not, and further stimulates hard-to-resist cravings for foods that will perpetuate that vicious cycle of fat formation. This

Of course. I've been known to fancy a few bangers myself.

I like to eat and I love the diversity of foods.

But it had been a few moments since Joe had last eaten and he was hungry.

Screw chocolate. A good steak is where it's at.

The only think I like better than talking about Food is eating.

Short story collections are the literary equivalent of canapés, tapas and mezze in the world of gastronomy: Delightful assortments of tasty morsels to whet the reader's appetite.

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

Seating themselves on the greensward, they eat while the corks fly and there is talk, laughter and merriment, and perfect freedom, for the universe is their drawing room and the sun their lamp. Besides, they have appetite, Nature's special gift, which lends to such a meal a vivacity unknown indoors, however beautiful the surroundings.

Les animaux se repaissent; l'homme mange; l'homme d'esprit seul sait manger.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

Hunger is a funny thing. It has a kind of intelligence of it's own.

You hungry yet? Personally, I could eat this dock without even syrup.

I never knew how much we consumed. It seems as if we are all appetite, as if a human being is simply a bundle of needs to drain the world. It's no wonder there are wars, no wonder the earth and water and air are polluted. It's no wonder the economy collapsed, if Eva and I use so much merely to stay alive.