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We would not be Human if we did not prefer to be the devourers rather than the devoured, but either is a blessing. Should your life be required of you, rest assured that it is required by Life.
Beware, lion's lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you." "Devouring me?" she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. "What if I devour him first?
Kissed. Worshipped. Seduced. Fucked within an inch of her life.
I watched a man slowly ate to death.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
Just shred baby, shred.
What feeds me destroys me.
Such gluttony second to none
Almost ended fatally
When a bone choked a wolf as he gulped what he ate
Night had come and eaten everything.
mashed into a casserole of wreckage that still smoked and burned.
Take her. Own her. Eat. Feed. Bite. Devour.
Exclaimed, O foolish creatures that we are, for the sake of a little pleasure we have destroyed ourselves.
Desire denied consumes
Guess you didn't get eaten the way you wanted, eh?
As a moth gnaws a garment, so doth envy consume a [person].
There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.
All abuse and waste of God's creatures are spoil and robbery on the property of the Creator.
Seek not my heart; the beasts have eaten it
lion looking for someone to devour.
How starved you must have been that my heart became a meal for your ego.
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
Thy food is such
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
He had lived on this filthy imitation
of food till his own mind and body were compounded of inferior stuff. It
was malnutrition and not any native vice that had destroyed his manhood.
Wil ate without enthusiasm. His bacon tasted like nothing. Like a dead animal, fried. His eggs, aborted chickens.
E ate so much that he became too fat to see to eat his vittels.
The man fed every carnal fantasy she possessed. He sat her lustful appetites before an array of the finest of delicacies, ordered them to feast, then commanded, "Don't swallow.
Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion. I
You were destroyed by what you befriended.
You ate my dog, you undead freak!"
Hey! Watch the slander. I hear the acceptable term is 'corporeally
challenged' now. No need to be rude.
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.
What nourishes me also destroys me
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam
I ate all of my husbands. First I ate their love, then their will, then their despair, and then I made pies of their bodies - and those bodies were so dear to me!
I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
In our appetite for gossip, we tend to gobble down everything before us, only to find, too late, that it is our ideals we have consumed, and we have not been enlarged by the feasts but only diminished.
You should be willing to be eaten also. You are food body.
The feast I ate was rotten,
What I thought was a palace was a dungeon.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
Oh, her? She had raised a hand against us, and willingly entered our circle. We ate her.
If God is everywhere, I had concluded, then He is in food. Therefore, the more I ate the godlier I would become. Impelled by this new religious fervor, I glutted myself like a fanatic.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
He had become a great beast, and yet that beast would devour him
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
A moment before I had been safe of all men's respect, wealthy, beloved - the cloth laying for me in the dining room at home; and now I was the common quarry of mankind, hunted, houseless, a known murderer, thrall to the gallows.
The bishops eat from my hand.
You have completely invaded my soul and consumed my heart.
When it came to Gideon, I was more than willing to be devoured.
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
The animals you eat are not those who devour others; you do not eat the carnivorous beasts, you take them as your pattern. You only hunger for the sweet and gentle creatures which harm no one, which follow you, serve you, and are devoured by you as the reward of their service.
Like a predator about to devour the target.
We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.
The roast meat the animal had snatched was only a semblance. It was more than food, it was a meal not for human witness, a tangle of viscera, a species of human sacrifice - as if Emerence were feeding the actual person to the dog, along with all her fond memories and feelings.
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong>strongstrong> enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.
... but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
For now, bread and mead call us, appetites whetted, to witness what I have been nursing, encased in iron, licked by flame, and tended with relish.
To eat is human, to digest, divine
Your words are teeth. And they eat me alive. Feed on my corpse instead.
She consumed books like a whale eats krill.
An infallible method of conciliating a tiger is to allow oneself to be devoured.
It was barbaric. It was horrific. It was delicious.
There is no greater humiliation than hunger.
Animals are our inferior brothers and sisters. They are not meant to be eaten, but must be treated with love.
One scrawny straggler, inching its way toward me like a tiger focused on prey. I must have looked incredibly savory, for it ignored the beaming lights blinding its searing red eyes and headed right toward me. For a half-starved beast, it was incredibly fast, its body looking bony and malnourished.
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature .
In this quiet, peaceful time of twilight there is, in this great circle of life, an awful lot of hunting and fishing and catching and killing and dying and eating going on all around me. As the old fisherman said, 'That's the way with life. Sometimes you eat well; sometimes you are well-eaten.'
His body came home, but his soul had been devoured in the firefight of a godless desert.
My companions ate the bear. I found I had no appetite.
To eat and drink without a friend is to devour like the lion and the wolf.
Conquered, we conquer.
be killed, we are lost.
Hunger is never delicate; they who are seldom gorged to the full with praise may be safely fed with gross compliments, for the appetite must be satisfied before it is disgusted.
Of x Tyre, and it shall devour
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
You're my prey tonight.
Barbarian that I am, I had eaten all of it. It had tasted quite nice too. Still, I took note of this fact and resigned myself to throw away half of a perfectly good cheese if it was set in front of me. Such is the price of civilization.
Nora said, "I thought vampires drank virgin blood. They hypnotize ... they turn into bats ... " Setrakian said, "They are much romanticized. But the truth is more ... how should I say?" "Perverse," said Eph. "Disgusting," said Nora.
Thus my task was destruction.
I have salted my hatred and cured it, stored it in a dark cellar of my mind against the day when I could let it be my only nourishment. The day is finally come, and I will tear into this meat and savor its taste.
Choices turned to consequences, opinions turned to judgments, and admiration turned to envy. Envy curdled everything, like lemon in milk.
Cloying tendrils of mist searched the city like skeletal fingers reaching deep into crevices, hoping to capture the elusive prey needed to satisfy gnawing hunger...
That vulture in you to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.
My refusing to eat flesh occasioned an inconveniency, and I was frequently chided for my singularity, but, with this lighter repast, I made the greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension. Flesh eating is unprovoked murder.
Experience declares that man is the only animal which devours his own kind; for I can apply no milder term to the governments of Europe, and to the general prey of the rich on the poor.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
I'd dismembered it in my memories. I'd disremembered it.
cooked alive or forced to eat the severed ears from their own heads
Meanwhile starvation and death were rampant. The Boar came in increasing numbers each passing week. Food that had been reserved to keep hungry children fed went instead to feed the endless bellies of the steadily growing barbarian hoard.
Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.
DIGESTION, n. The conversion of victuals into virtues. When the process is imperfect, vices are evolved instead - a circumstance from which that wicked writer, Dr. Jeremiah Blenn, infers that the ladies are the greater sufferers from dyspepsia.
Don't eat me. I have a wife and kids. Eat them.
Her eyes ate me.
Death swallows death.
This magical, marvelous food on our plate, this sustenance we absorb, has a story to tell. It has a journey. It leaves a footprint. It leaves a legacy. To eat with reckless abandon, without conscience, without knowledge; folks, this ain't normal.
Hungry, you're a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?
We are prisoners of the world's demented sink.
The soft enchantments of our years of innocence
Are harvested by accredited experience
Our fondest memories soon turn to poison
And only oblivion remains in season.
Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.
You ate the police?! I exclaimed.
Did you get hungry and eat my colleagues?
I'm really glad my food comes murdered.