#hunger

Most of the seven billion people in this world suffer from malnutrition. Half do not have enough to eat and the rest of us eat too much. ↗

— Earle Gray

#food #hunger #malnutrition #obesity #food

We moderns are great compartmentalizers, perhaps never more so than when hungry. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#food #hunger #food

If people are living the same as always, with their bellies full of food, they'll just go on the same way. If they get hungry and unhappy enough, something happens. ↗

— Paul Bowles

#food

I’ve supped on potatoes and groats and am waiting to be sick. How about you? I supped like the Lord in Heaven.’ and what does the Lord in Heaven have for supper?’ Nothing. ↗

— Jan Neruda

#hunger #food

Casey glanced at her plate again, recalling the posters of her elementary school lunchroom: YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT. So, how much you ate indicated the quantity of your desire. Walter was also implying that how quickly you got your food revealed the likelihood of achieving your goals. She was in fact terribly hungry, but she'd pretended to be otherwise to be ladylike and had moved away from the table to be agreeable, and now she'd continue to be hungry" (Free Food For Millionaires, p.92.) ↗

— Min Jin Lee

#hunger #women #food

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#hunger #thirst #yearning #freedom

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#hunger #paris #starving #art

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#gale #katniss #the-hunger-games #love

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#jealousy #love #lovers #sex #jealousy

What made me fall in love with acting, which is my life, was watching other people perform. It made me hunger to do that. ↗

— Elisabeth Rohm

#fall #hunger #life #love #made