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May they all be stricken with the screaming fire-shits. He sipped his
If you are tossed about by doubts, full of strong thoughtless passions, and yearning only for that which is detrimental, your thirst will grow stronger and stronger, unquenched, and your pain will grow with your defilements.
We quenched the bulging flame, amongst
the ashes embers of fire remain
The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
From there, it was time for dinner: roaring fires, meat popping on spits, tofu sizzling on skillets ((it's northern California, a vegetarian option is not optional), and a style of eating and drinking that can only be described as quaffing.
A giant thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.
The thirst of desire is never filled, nor fully satisfied.
I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.
strong, stirring instant as with fascinated eyes I watched
Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth
We may anticipate bliss, but who ever drank of that enchanted cup unalloved?
Some are cursed with the fullness of satiety; and how can they bear the ills of life when its very pleasures fatigue them?
Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.
I'm so full I can't hear.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
Can I get you a drink?" "Sure. I'll have a gimlet." She turned to the bartender. "About a quarter more soda than lime juice, and have you got Tanqueray? Just a splash of lime juice. And a lime on the rim, please." "She'll have that shaken, not stirred," Drew added.
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
You lethargic, waiting upon me,
waiting for the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty
Shaken by your beauty
Shaken.
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
You were overloaded. I said nothing.
I said nothing. The stone man made soup.
The burning woman drank it.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
ANIENTED (A'NIENTED) adj.[anneantir, Fr.]Frustrated; brought to nothing.
My ego is sated.
And brought of mighty ale a large quart.
Pour, varlet, pour the water
The water steaming hot!
A spoonful for each man of us
Another for the pot!
When we sit at the table, there is more going on than satisfying hunger. It is sad to think of those who eat simply to satisfy their hunger and who do not permit themselves to linger under the many spells offered by a good meal - the satisfaction of our hearts, our minds and our spirits.
The nourishment from barbecue is palatable.
Fill till the wine o'erswell the cup
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?
What did I do now?'
It was getting to the point where she didn't know any longer, but she was certain it couldn't be proper. 'Don't waste sugar,' she improvised.
'I'm not wasting it; I'm drinking it,' May countered.
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
Totally drained he could only manage one but he made it a good one tongue included. "Delicious " he murmured.
"So depraved " Colton muttered.
"Thank you."
"Get off me."
"Mine "
"Stings."
"Boohoo.
The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
How prompt we are to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our bodies; how slow to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our souls!
Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.
Ah, Caderousse,' said Andrea, 'how covetous you are! Two months ago you were dying with hunger.'
'The appetite grows by what it feeds on,' said Caderousse.
Hungry Only: The Bulldozer
In the evening of that day, after completing my preparations, I supped on the remaining portions of the sloth, not suitable for preservation, roasting bits of fat on the coals and boiling the head and bones into a broth; and after swallowing the liquid I crunched the bones and sucked the marrow ...
If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.
Tis a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
To be honest, I had been restless ... The sensation would rise suddenly like freight from the ocean floor
the unexpected discontent of cows in their pasture. The constant chewing of all that cud.
My soul tasted that heavenly food, which gives new appetite while it satiates.
I drink for the thirst to come.
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
Unchecked craving strangles the careless man.
Blessed are they that do hunger and thirst after righteousness; and therefore, supremely blessed are they who thirst after the Righteous One.
wooden mug I had ready, half filled with
Whatever Juice this sky will pour this gaping parched old throat will drain; What time the Harper harps I'll dance: 'tis He, not I, who shall complain. Meal may be scarce and cakes be burnt, yet I weep not nor even scold: The sun is food enough for me, 't is large, and has not yet grown cold.
More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a
I flamed amazement
Kate was lying under him, spread on the table like a banquet for a starving man. And the scent of her arousal caused his hunger to spike suddenly and sharply from deep inside him. It surged out of him in a wave that overwhelmed him. Journey Into Submission (eXtasy)
need a drink of Ella's hot soup." Ella brought the warm broth
Your stew, so long deferred, stands finally extra causas. Greet it as your fellow creature. It is as deliciously unnecessary as you are.
Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.
So: Ask yourself not, Am I full ?
but, Is my hunger gone?
That moment will arrive several bites sooner.
Thomas didn't have to think. He reached out and took the cup, poured the liquid in his mouth, swallowed all of it at once. It burned like fire, searing his throat and chest as it went down; he broke into a lurching, wracking cough.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
A hungry stomach cannot hear.
I fairly sizzle with zeal, energy, and enthusiasm; eager to do that which ought to be done by me today.
We all count the hours. We all look for completion, even if we fear it. We long to be consumed. I long to be consumed.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.
A person's needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person's wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.
Sarsaparilla boiled for one of Sybil's tonics, overpowering the aroma of the roasting meat. Cora
The smell of food made him realize how ravenous he was. There was hot bread and honey, a bowl of pease porridge, a skewer of roast onions and well-charred meat. He sat by the tray, pulled apart the bread with his hands, and stuffed some into his mouth.
kettle, heated as warm as
Shit soup was being stirred and it was simmering now, and getting ready to be served with a side of crunchy crackers.
Intensely craving a salad of green papaya with bird chilies that tore your mouth apart, that burned your lips, set fire to your heart.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know
I've been stopped cold from eating another burger!
There is a deep dryness of the soul and all of the recalcitrant contrivances of man to quench his own thirst will bring not a single drop of moisture to those parched places, for God and God alone holds the water that satiates the soul.
My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.
Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.
A satisfied customer. We should have him stuffed.
I am a glutton for tranquility.
Hee that's fed at anothers hand may stay long ere he be full.
There is no brew so deadly that it cannot at certain moments become precious and invigorating by giving us just the stimulus that was necessary, the warmth that we cannot generate ourselves.
I'm gettin' stacks while you askin' people, 'Do you want some fries with that?'
Her words, her jumbled, mad thoughts tamed or simply broken, made language, and she took another drag off the Lucky, exhaled, and read the last sentence aloud.
i swallowed the syllables of your name
and i was full.
Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.
Tormented by an unworldly hunger, yet not knowing how to satisfy it.
A crier of green sauce.
From abundance springs satiety.
Whatever begins to be tranquil is gobbled up by something not tranquil.
You were sizzling, like sausages in a frying pan.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whiskey.
The receipts of cookery are swelled to a volume, but a good stomach excels them all; to which nothing contributes more than industry and temperance.
I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.
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.
I pushed away my dessert, suddenly no longer hungry. Resentment had a way of filling up your stomach.
was like a crystal bowl filled with warm kettle corn. But when you lifted it up and checked the bottom, you could see a layer of burnt, unpopped kernels. The kind that makes you flinch from the unexpected bitter taste. The kind that may cause you to chip a tooth.
Let him who is struggling against the power of appetite look to the Saviour in the wilderness of temptation. See Him in His agony upon the cross, as He exclaimed, "I thirst." He has endured all that it is possible for us to bear. His victory is ours.
Ya should know, when I've not got somethin' for a long while, my appetite goes somethin' akin to crazy.
Drink thy blood, Beaumanoir, and thy thirst will pass!
But eating with genuine good appetite is no easy thing when you are seated at the opposite end of a long table from a man who makes it a point of moral significance to subsist on half a grapefruit, eaten in under a minute so that the bowl could be pushed emphatically away, another duty done.
The eater becoming the eaten!