#hungry

I'm like, bursting. I should be working. I don't want to take a break. It's funny, on set, I don't have to go to the bathroom, I don't have anything wrong, I'm perfectly fine, so through-and-through. I'm not hungry. I'm literally not even in my own body. ↗

— Kristen Stewart

#bathroom #body #break #bursting #even

Why do we need to wait until somebody sells 10 million records to give people a show like that? What about us smaller, hungry folk? At least gimme a curtain! ↗

— Angie Stone

#curtain #folk #give #hungry #least

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics. ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#cannot #feed #hungry #statistics #you

A lion runs the fastest when he is hungry. ↗

— Salman Khan

#hungry #lion #runs

I left home because I was hungry. ↗

— Red Skelton

#home #hungry #i #left

We are hungry for more; if we do not consciously pursue the More, we create less for ourselves and make it more difficult to experience More in life. ↗

— Judith Wright

#create #difficult #experience #hungry #less

I didn't want to settle or become complacent after winning a major, I wanted to stay hungry. It's easy to do. It's easy to win a big tournament and kind of get a little lazy, so it's been a good motivator for me to work a little harder. ↗

— Webb Simpson

#become #been #big #complacent #easy

What I have is a bunch of really hungry, amazingly talented guys that can kick anybody's rear end. ↗

— Neal Schon

#anybody #bunch #end #guys #hungry

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#death #fire #fox #hunger #hungry