Quotes About Devour

Sin is guerrilla warfare that is deadly. Just when you think you are in control, it seeks to devour you.

more and more ferocious to devour the South.

I didn't read poetry seriously until college, when I really began to devour it in a very intense way. I also discovered that a poet is a maker. Before that, I thought a poet was someone who wrote about his own experiences.

Warned by some of his advisers that Stalin would devour whole countries after the war, Roosevelt's feeling was that "Stalin is not that kind of man.

I haven't devoured a soul in...What month is this? March?

For an absurd moment, I wondered if Ammit devoured the hearts of wicked cows, and if he liked the beefy taste. - Carter Kane

Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.

The jaws of darkness do devour it up All's cheerless, dark, and deadly. The best is past Thou'lt come no more Sally

The custom of eating the lover after consummination of the nuptials, of making a meal of the exhausted pigmy, who is henceforth good for nothing, is not so difficult to understand, since insects can hardly be accused of sentimentality; but to devour him during the act surpasses anything the most morbid mind could imagine. I have seen the thing with my own eyes, and I have not yet recovered from my surprise.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

Infinity is beautiful; it destroys everything it touches. It annihilates all concepts, all beliefs, all sense of self. No teacher, teaching, book or practice could ever be as effective as simply allowing the thought of infinity to slowly devour you.

H.P. Lovecraft is a self-admitted early influence on Ligotti's work. However, in a kind of metaphysical horror story of its own, Ligotti early on subsumed Lovecraft and left his dry husk behind, having taken what sustenance he needed for his own devices. (Most other writers are, by contrast, consumed by Lovecraft when they attempt to devour him.)

The mob looks wild, but King Bullet isn't through with them yet. He says, "Existence is an open maw. Its teeth are white and sharp and once inside, nothing escapes. Existence is hungry. It must eat. It must drink. Will you let it devour you?" "No!" they scream back. "Will it drink you like wine?" "No!" He throws up his arms. "I am the bang." The mob chants, "We are the bullet that blasts a hole in the world.

I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.

Eat my heart Chew it hard Swallow my soul, too

Fire comes in all intensities. A hotter tongue of flame can devour another. Surely the hottest can sear a man clean." —UILLEAM ANDRIU MACRIEVE, CHIEFTAIN OF THE NOVA SCOTIA SETTLEMENT OF CLAN MACRIEVE

What an incredible metaphor for what fear does to us—it devours our hearts. Hollows us out. Leaves us empty.

There's a Chinese legend about hungry ghosts. Entities that devour human emotions. Spirits whose sole purpose is to sustain themselves in our realm by feeding on our warmth and energy.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

I'm addicted to chocolate chip cookies. I mean that seriously. If there are chocolate chip cookies, I will devour them.

If I leave, reality will devour me. Then they will all really be dead.

So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky. —John Dryden

I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page

Survival is my primary instinct...it's out of my control. It's stronger than me. It's an outside force, a voice that says 'do this for your life or it will devour you.'