Quotes About Consuming

Neither Emma's tears nor her rage were enough to make Joseph monogamous, however; nor were the prevailing mores of the day. He kept falling rapturously in love with women not his wife. And because that rapture was so wholly consuming, and felt so good, it struck him as impossible that God might possibly frown on such a thing.

I had lusted after Donald— after his time, his attention, his presence—because I felt I had a right to. I saw what a consuming, fiery passion lust can be. It was a desire that I did not want to deny myself. In the end, I lost everything that I sought to selfishly control.

We do not live so that we can eat, nor do we just eat so that we can live. Life is worth living in and of itself. Life cannot be satisfied when it is lived out as a consuming entity. When it is filled by that which satisfies a hunger that is both physical and spiritual in a mutuality that sustains both without violation of either, only then can life be truly fulfilling.

The greatest of my gifts being a consummate capacity for doing nothing, I cannot even point to boredom as a rational stimulus for taking up a pen. The pen, at any rate, was there, and there is nothing wonderful in that.

Discipleship in the church today has more to do with consuming and absorbing cognitive content than it has anything to do with missional action.

Not only can filmmaking be expensive, but it's also extremely time consuming, and you can't buy time.

It was love, the furnace into which everything was dropped.

Remorse is eating his soul like a caterpillar in a cabbage.

Desire is like a fire ... In the end it makes us burst. And thought we achieve what we want, it will never Quench our thirst.

Desire is like a fire…In the end it makes us burst. And though we achieve what we want, it will never Quench our thirst.

Nostalgia, however, is not about being formed as a people; it is about borrowing experiences and moments from the past in order to experience something for ourselves in the present. Nostalgic individuals link themselves to a historically specific time or event in order to serve their personal desires for an experience in the moment. It is all about resourcing the self by consuming the past.

Her eyes ate me.

The real survivors are the Earth inhabitants that have lived millions of years without consuming their ecological capital, the base from which all abundance flows.

Jealousy is the art of burning yourself inside out.

Most anthologists of poetry or quotations are like those who eat cherries or oysters, first picking the best and ending by eating everything.

To hate and to fear is to be psychologically ill. It is in fact the consuming illness of our time.

NOTHING IS EVER everything, but the loss of a true love feels that way. All-consuming. The blackest hole. The emptiest place in the universe.

Shopping for clothes is time consuming, it's tiring, and it can feel like a waste of an autumn afternoon.

At this point, at least in the United States, it appears that our cultural meaning has pretty much shrunk down to this: it is all about winning. Then, once you win, it becomes all about consuming. I can discern no other underlying philosophy in the practical order of American life today. Of itself, such a worldview cannot feed the soul very well or very long, much less provide meaning and encouragement, or engender love or community.

Art has knowledge and skills, and to come to know them is to be implicitly against a culture that is against knowledge - today's mass culture, which aims to produce a lot of consuming morons.

I went to the U.S. for business because I thought America is a big consuming country, although it's not an overconsuming country.

And I would never, ever have that euphoric, all-consuming love that had wrapped around me every moment I was with Sydney, that feeling of love that constantly made me think, Yes, this is what it means to be alive.

Jealousy. It burns so hot, so bright. It devours you until you're just a smoking ruin with nothing left inside. Nothing but ashes.

Jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from inside