Quotes About Appetite

Nos permitíamos el lujo de no querer comer

Pero no teníamos hambre, nosotros teníamos un criado y comíamos, a veces, es cierto, porquerías, zancudas, caimanes, pero tales porquerías estaban cocinadas por un criado y servidas por él y a veces incluso no las queríamos, nos permitíamos el lujo de no querer comer.

I suppose I wanted to have my cake and eat it. But then again, what were you going to do with your cake if not eat it? Frame it? Use it as a sachet in your underwear drawer?

And Iris was far too beautiful to escape the appetite of the men—or the expectation of the women, seeking respite from that most tedious and taxing of their household duties.

Thank God for them all, of course, and for that strange interval, which was most of my life, when I read out of loneliness, and when bad company was much better than no company. You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have. "The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it?

You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have.

The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

You can love a bad book for its haplessness or pomposity or gall, if you have that starveling appetite for things human, which I devoutly hope you never will have. The full soul loatheth an honeycomb, but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

All Sicilians are good eaters, when there is food to be had, and one of the few jokes people dared to make about Don Croce was that he would rather eat well than kill an enemy.

El sexo había sido para él, igual que el alimento, algo que aplacaba una necesidad primaria y luego producía hastío

ilusión de sintetizar lo real, de resumir la vida. Ese apetito debió verse plenamente colmado con Madame Bovary, ejemplo de obra clausurada, de libro-círculo.

General S. P. Lyman quotes Webster concluding one recipe: "Such a dish, smoked hot, placed before you, after a long morning spent in exhilarating sport, will make you no longer envy the gods.

Perhaps eager to put the boot in again, she agrees enthusiastically that Spain is indeed the New France but shrinks from the tiny bite, pinchos/tapas thing: I still have an attention span. I can eat a meal.

It was a protein rush to the cortex, a clean, three-ingredient high, eaten with the hands. Could anything be better than that?

Fortunately, octo-cannibalism is the sort of thing that leaves me morally outraged without actually ruining my appetite

Eating is an occupation from which I think a man takes the more pleasure the less he considers it. A rural labourer who sits on the ditch-side with his bread and cheese and an onion has more enjoyment out of it than any Lucullus

E ate so much that he became too fat to see to eat his vittels. 

Have you ever been struck by a sudden desire for - soup?

The self-indulgent man craves for all pleasant things... and is led by his appetite to choose these at the cost of everything else.

Man is his desire.

One who asks the law to rule, therefore, is held to be asking god and intellect alone to rule, while one who asks man adds the beast. Desire is a thing of this sort; and spiritedness perverts rulers and the best men. Hence law is intellect without appetite.

The self-indulgent man, then, craves for all pleasant things or those that are most pleasant . . . Hence he is pained both when he fails to get them and when he is craving for them, for appetite involves pain.

It is always the man who has tasted life who demands more of it.