#ant

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly? ↗

— Emily Bronte

#blooms #constantly #dark #friendship #holly

And yes, we do have some food. Maybe you'd like to join us? Unless you want to stick with your sheep sushi. ↗

— Michael Grant

#gone-series #lies #michael-grant #sanjit #survival

At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other. ↗

— Ann Landers

#every #go #go home #home #kinds

Hunger of the heart is much stronger than hunger for food. ↗

— Amanda Comer

#food #heart #hunger #longing #food

I like to get to-go boxes at restaurants where not only did I not eat in, but apparently their patrons didn’t either, judging by how much food they left on their plates.
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— Jarod Kintz

#eat #food #leftovers #plates #restaurants

I shall be your poet! I do not want to be a poet for others; make your appearance, and I shall be your poet. I shall eat my own poem, and that will be my food. Or do you find me unworthy? Just as a temple dancer dances to the honor of the god Gudutl, so I have consecrated myself to your service; light, thinly clad, limber, unarmed, I renounce everything. I own nothing; I desire to own nothing; I love nothing; I have nothing to lose-but have I not thereby become more worthy of you, you who long ago must have been tired of depriving people of what they love, tired of their craven sniveling and craven pleading. Surprise me-I am ready ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#enchantment #johannes #love #love-letters #passion

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead. ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#fantasy #fiction #kelpies #paranormal #psychic-detective

Brick” could be the name of a restaurant. But so could “Blah,” “Gruel,” and “A Taste of the Gulag.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #food #gruel #gulag

The value of the myth is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by ‘the veil of familiarity.’ The child enjoys his cold meat, otherwise dull to him, by pretending it is buffalo, just killed with his own bow and arrow. And the child is wise. The real meat comes back to him more savory for having been dipped in a story…by putting bread, gold, horse, apple, or the very roads into a myth, we do not retreat from reality: we rediscover it. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#food #myth #value #food

I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,' Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones littering his stew. ↗

— Carl Sargent

#fantasy #food #humour #stubble #zagor