#devour

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer? ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#eat #i #insisting #me #possible

I was already devouring literature and I was the ripe old age of 15 when I decided to be an actor. I just thought plays were the most fantastic way of expressing life. I thought I'd discovered Shakespeare - 'hey, there's a new guy in town, don't know if anyone's read him.' I was just excited about the whole thing, from day one. ↗

— Chiwetel Ejiofor

#actor #age #already #anyone #day

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves. ↗

— Emile M. Cioran

#delight #delivered #devouring #ourselves #we cannot

There is a point at which methods devour themselves. ↗

— Frantz Fanon

#methods #point #themselves #which

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#because #blush #bodily #brow #dead

Among the weeds choking out growth and good government are the hundreds of boards, commissions, and advisory committees that have sprouted over the years. They devour time, money, and energy far beyond any real contribution they make. ↗

— Mitch Daniels

#among #any #beyond #boards #choking

Let my enemies devour each other. ↗

— Salvador Dali

#each #other

A truer image of the world, I think, is obtained by picturing things as entering into the stream of time from an eternal world outside, than from a view which regards time as the devouring tyrant of all that is. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#entering #eternal #eternal world #i #i think

Knowledge is not eating, and we cannot expect to devour and possess what we mean. Knowledge is recognition of something absent; it is a salutation, not an embrace. ↗

— George Santayana

#cannot #devour #eating #embrace #expect

They eat the dainty food of famous chefs with the same pleasure with which they devour gross peasant dishes, mostly composed of garlic and tomatoes, or fisherman's octopus and shrimps, fried in heavily scented olive oil on a little deserted beach. ↗

— Luigi Barzini

#chefs #composed #dainty #deserted #devour