#hung

Some people prefer eating dessert to the main course. These people have never been really hungry. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#hunger #hungry #main-course #preference #inspirational

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #pretend #relationships #the-hunger-games

Lean down a minute first,” he says. “Need to tell you something.” I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle as he whispers. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love

Consider the fact that no matter how many planets and stars are reflected in a lake, these reflections are encompassed within the water itself; that no matter how many universes there are, they are encompassed within a single space; and that no matter how vast and how numerous the sensory appearances of samsara and nirvana may be, they are encompassed within the single nature of mind (sem-nyid). ↗

— Dudjom Lingpa

#dzogchen #hungchenkara #nonduality #nature

In the end, the art of hunger can be described as an existential art. It is a way of looking death in the face, and by death I mean death as we live it today: without God, without hope of salvation. Death as the abrupt and absurd end of life ↗

— Paul Auster

#introduction #art

I never get hung up on the past - the memories are too negative. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#hung #i #memories #negative #never

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#claws #glass #hung #i #i love

Let me tell you, it is still morning in America. It just happens to be kind of a head pounding, hung over for four hours in America - and it's shaping up to be a nasty day, but its still morning in America. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#be kind #day #four #happens #head

I'm the kind of person whose clothes are all hung up and color-coordinated, to the point where my whites don't touch my creams. ↗

— Gabrielle Union

#hung #i #kind #person #point

Hunger and sex still dominate the primitive mammalian side of human existence, but at the present time it looks as if humanity were within sight of their satisfaction. Permanent plenty, no longer a Utopian dream, awaits the arrival of permanent peace. ↗

— John Desmond Bernal

#awaits #dominate #dream #existence #human