Quotes About Appetite

I love horses and I only ask-don't let me know which one we are eating today.

I don't know why I love cherries and I love pickles. I eat about two or three Claussen pickles a day. Those are just things I snack on.

I love your cooking, honey, but sometimes I need some real food.

Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love!

I love the little tacos. I love them goooood!

I hate to cook and love to eat.

I love whiskey and haggis. I can't get enough of either.

I love any kind of food. I dont have a sweet tooth, but I love haleem.

Nobody wants to kiss when they are hungry.

I love a sandwich that you can barely fit in your mouth because there's so much stuff on it. The bread should not be the main thing on a sandwich.

El hambre es la mejor salsa." Hunger is the best sauce!

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

Welcome," said the magus. "Would you like some dried beef, some dried beef, or some dried beef for lunch?" "Oh, I'll take stuffed pigeons in sauce, thank you, and some decent wine to drink. None of that cheap stuff, please." The magus handed me an almost empty paper package of dried beef and half of a loaf of bread. "Enjoy your meal," he said.

I want my breakfast.

Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking about food?

He studied a roll, weighing it in his hand. It seemed awfully heavy. As good as the food had been so far, it didn't seem likely that it was underbaked, but he was not in the mood to choke down raw dough. He nibbled it dubiously, then bit into it with a great deal more enthusiasm when it proved to have sausage baked into the middle of it.

I want a big breakfast, said Fuchsia at last. I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.

How does the soul enter the body from the aloofness of the intellectual world? The answer is, through appetite. But appetite, though sometimes ignoble, may be comparatively noble. At best, the soul has the desire of elaborating order on the model of what it has seen in the IntellectualPrinciple (nous). That is to say, soul contemplates the inward realm of essence, and wishes to produce something, as like it as possible

When one cannot satisfy one appetite, one satisfies another

There is some level on which this life must occasionally become repugnant and unappetizing to you and you must step back from it. And then you have a new relationship with it, and then you step back into it from a different angle - with a new appetite - and then you find the next leg of your journey.

He who eats with most pleasure is he who least requires sauce.

Whatever your favorite food is, if you eat it every day for a month, you're going to get sick of it.

I like eating everything in sight.

It's amazing. I never used to like red cabbage, but now when I get only a teaspoon of it, it's all I can think about. How lovely. How tasty. How not fish it is.