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Well I sup and well I dine,
When I drink my frolic wine.
The appetite grows for what it feeds on.
Is it not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?
sampled the tasty food until, appetites sated,
To eat is to appropriate by destruction.
An improper mind is a perpetual feast.
A stomach accustomed to hunger is satisfied with very little.
Some are cursed with the fullness of satiety; and how can they bear the ills of life when its very pleasures fatigue them?
On these occasions I read quickly, voraciously, almost skimming, trying to get as much into my head as possible before the next long starvation. If it were eating it would be gluttony of the famished; if it were sex it would be a swift furtive stand-up in an alley somewhere.
Hunger, I discovered, is very much a matter of the mind, and as I began to study my own appetites, I saw that my teenage craving had not really been for food. That ravenous desire had been a yearning for love, attention, appreciation. Food had merely been my substitute.
A hungry stomach cannot hear.
Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.
I grok in fullness.
To gnaw on is human, towards digest, divine.
I'm amazed to form part of this amazing universe and I'm proud of the hunger that keeps me awake. Because when man is full he falls asleep.
I can go years thinking that it seems impossible that I will ever satisfy that appetite again and then it is easy to satisfy and no one notices or cares, nor does it make me happy, when loneliness surrounds me like water I've already drowned in without dying.
Anyone who knows our family knows this: we eat ALL the time!
I love eating. I mean, I really, really love eating.
Hunger makes dinners, pastime suppers.
A noble hunger, long unsatisfied, met at last its proper food.
While everybody else marches to the beat of their own important drum. I constantly feel hungry, metaphorically and literally.
The eyes are hungry but often satiated before they see.
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.
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
Being hungry is like being in love: if you don't know, you're probably not,
She laced her arms around his neck. "Are you hungry, Azhar?"
His smile made her blood fizz. "Ravenous, Julia."
"Then please, abandon any attempt at controlling your appetite for me," she whispered into his ear, "Because I too am starving.
The appetite is sharpened by the first bites.
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.'
The most miserable mortals are they that deliver themselves up to their palates, or to their lusts; the pleasure is short, and turns presently nauseous, and the end of it is either shame or repentance.
Do you ever stop eating?
I feign fullness, but in reality I am achingly empty. And it is because I too often sit at the table of the world instead of the feet of God.
She had appetites in plenty: she spent all her strength in repressing them and she underwent this denial in anger.
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
I love to eat, and if I could, I'd eat every second of my life.
Do you always get so hungry when you make love?"
"When you love somebody.
How prompt we are to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our bodies; how slow to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our souls!
The nourishment is palatable.
My mouth starts watering and a gurgle emanates from my stomach. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I haven't eaten since ... well, since 1609.
I eat like a vulture. Unfortunately the resemblance doesn't end there.
perceptibly with anger. "I
I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.
When I'm by myself I revert to the times when I would forget about eating, stay up all night working, go until I felt an odd sensation I'd identify after some thought as hunger. Then I'd go through the refrigerator like a vacuum cleaner, sucking in whatever there was. Leftovers.
No matter how much it takes in, this hunger never goes away ... Because it desires nothing else.
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.
My hunger is always there.Hunger-- Usain Bolt
Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
A watched supper dish never fills!
Hunger not to have, but to beHunger-- John Dewey
How delicious is pleasure after torment!
CONCERNED BUT NOT CONSUMED!
But she makes hungry
Where she most satisfies ...
I marvel at how yearning can make you disintegrate.
Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word 'satiety.'
The eater becoming the eaten!
The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.
eats most of his meals
How can you satisfy your hunger while your neighbor is spending the night hungry?
I ate 'umble pie with an appetite.
A continual diet of the Word satisfies, and it builds an appetite for more.
Hungry wailing standeth not aloof.
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 pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.
A boy's appetite grows very fast, and in a few moments the queer, empty feeling had become hunger, and the hunger grew bigger and bigger, until soon he was as ravenous as a bear.
The end of starvation is quite delicious.
I'm a big eater.
Eating is a genuine need, continuous from our first day to our last, amounting over time to our most significant statement of what we are made of and what we have chosen to make of our connection to home ground.
Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.
Overstuffing ourselves with food or drinking until we get drunk or getting wrapped up in the affections of an adulterous relationship are all desperate attempts to silence the cries of a hungry soul.
Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat.
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
There is no greater humiliation than hunger.
I try to feed my hunger rather than my appetite.
Of late God has been pleased to keep my soul hungry almost continually, so that I have been filled with a kind of pleasing pain. When I really enjoy God, I feel my desires of Him the more insatiable and my thirstings after holiness more unquenchable.
Since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.
From abundance springs satiety.
We were given appetites, not to consume the world and forget it, but to taste its goodness and hunger to make it great.
That is the unconsolable heartburn, the lifelong disquietude of having been made in the image of God.
I know you once offered to fix dinner for me, but I seriously thought you were bragging."
Those lips, mmm, those sinful lips, pouted briefly, with the sole purpose of driving me crazy, no doubt. He shrugged.
"Nope, no bragging. You hungry?"
"Starving." Though not exactly for food.
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.
Here is neither want of appetite nor mouths,
Pray heaven we be not scant of meat or mirth.
To my own demise, I rarely ask why I'm hungry because I'm focusing all of my energies on getting fed. And if I persist in such a diminishing cycle, in all probability I will eventually starve to death because I have chosen to gorge myself on the very things that will keep me empty.
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
You get so you kind of like the feeling of being hungry.
To experience a little hunger now and then can be a beautiful reminder of the deeper hunger of our souls.
Will there ever be a drama more beautiful than that of eating?
It's not about eating, it's about feeding!
Let my enemies devour each other
I adore food and always have.
Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.
Satisfaction, even after one has dined well, is not so interesting and eager a feeling as hunger.
And it was not merely the dry hissing coil of the thirst that was quenched and dissolved, it was all my craving, all the want and misery and hunger that I had ever known.
I find no abhorring in my appetite.
Hunger is the piston of art.
Hunger is an object.
When I sit down to the feast of life ... I'm so busy planning on how to pick up the check, and wondering what the other people think of me for paying it, and wondering if I have enough money in my pocket to pay the bill, that I don't get around to eating.
I love food, I love eating.
To them that long for the presence of the living God, the thought of Him is sweetest itself: but there is no satiety, rather an ever-increasing appetite...
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
After three or four hours of chomping and chewing, Norbert realised that he was very thirsty.
Look or be devoured.
Someday you're going to get hungry and eat most of the words you just said.