#ren

Lunch is served!" I shouted. The brothers wasted no time. Kishan reached for the chicken, and Ren, the cookies. I smacked their hands away and handed each one a bacterial wipe. Kishan grumbled, "Kells, I ate my food raw off the ground for three hundred years. I really don't think a little dirt's going to kill me. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#kishan #ren #food

Words do two major things: They provide food for the mind and create light for understanding and awareness. ↗

— Jim Rohn

#create #food #light #major #major things

You are what you eat. What would YOU like to be? ↗

— Julie Murphy

#eat #food #health #healthy #nutrition

The more you test him, the slower he will learn and the less he'll want to do. The less you test him, the quicker he will learn and the more he'll want to learn. Knowledge is the most precious gift you can give your child. Give it as generously as you give him food. ↗

— Glenn Doman

#learning #parenting #food

Hey, ants!" she shouted. "Please help. Anteater is very hungry, but cannot find any food. ↗

— Emlyn Chand

#birds #children #children-s-books #emlyn-chand #evolved-publishing

In any case, muffins that are only imaginary aren't liable to get stuck. ↗

— Thomas M. Disch

#childrens #food #toaster #food

Tool lists from the fourteenth century indicate that pitchforks, spades, axes, plows, and harrows, which have teeth to break up soil, were widely used. Both plows and harrows could be pushed or pulled by peasants. However, during the Renaissance an increasing number of farms used horses for such tasks, as well as for pulling carts that would take surplus food to market in nearby towns. ↗

— Patricia D. Netzley

#food

One of Alaska's strengths is our pioneer role in environmentally sensitive development. ↗

— Frank Murkowski

#development #environmentally #our #pioneer #role

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#parents #forgiveness

Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother's cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it's never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart's content or your soul's destruction, whichever comes first. So eat. ↗

— Irvine Welsh

#eat #eating #food #parents #tapeworm