Quotes About Devour

I love hot dogs.

What do llamas smell like?" "Chkt." "Like an ancient terror ready to shed its skin and devour the world? How do you even—

Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.

My eyes hunger to read more books then time allows me to devour.

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Hatred is a parasite that devours all. One doesn't build upon hatred, but upon love.

When should you push back against oppression, despite the danger? When you start nursing secret fantasies of revenge; when your life is being poisoned and your imagination fills with the wish to devour and destroy.

I devour history books. I love anything by Thomas B. Costain or George MacDonald Fraser. He writes magnificent history, and he also wrote the Flashman stories, which are irresistible.

There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me

Cambrant sous le ciel son ventre luisant et liquide, la mer, fiancée monstrueuse, attendait l'amant de feu qui descendait vers elle. Il précipitait sa chute, empourpré comme par le désir de leur embrassement. Il la joignit ; et, peu à peu, elle le dévora. Alors de l'horizon une fraîcheur accourut ; un frisson plissa le sein mouvant de l'eau comme si l'astre englouti eût jeté sur le monde un soupir d'apaisement.

I could have ripped at those pages with my fingernails in order to get all of the material inside me.

We were film geeks. We devoured everything: really obscure art films, foreign films. We were the kind of guys that lived at the Cinematheque. But at the end of the day, your favorite movies are like everybody else's favorite movies. Because those are the movies that become a touch point where you can connect to other people.

Unlike its human counterparts, an army of zombies is completely independent of support. It will not require food,ammunition, or medical attention. It will not succumb to panic, desertion, or out-and-out mutiny. Like the virus that gave it life, this undead force will continue to grow, spreading across the body of this planet until there is nothing left to devour. Where would you go? What would you do?

My love wants to incorporate her totally, to eat her. My love is selfish.

I don't like food. I LOVE it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow.

I'm obsessed with food!

Books were hungry things, and if you stayed too long in any one place, they would consume everything and everyone around you.

And actually, even normal temperature is pretty good at keeping microbes in check. Just look at how swiftly they swarm in and devour you when you die. That's because your lifeless body falls to a delicious come and get it temperature, like pie left to cool on a windowsill.

The towers seemed all alive in this moment, like serpents risen on their tails, pitilessly intent. Who, with their antique hatreds, would they venemously bite and devour tonight?

He suffered no regret, no horror, and yet he suffered something, some incoherent abstract crawling of the flesh and shuddering of the intellect. As if the woman had begun to devour him alive. Or as if he himself, discovering in himself some hidden vault, had opened the door and, let forth monsters.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

Tell me you're truth. I'm listening.

Read like a wolf eats.

E quem chegasse ao caos da boca deste monstro, fosse besta, navio ou pedra, ele engolia incontinente com sua bocarra enorme e fétida, e perecia no abismo sem fundo de seu estômago". PHILLEMON HOLLAND. "A MORAL DE PLUTARCO".