Appetite Quotes

“Violent love eats up what it does love, and is mere appetite.”
― Maria McCann, As Meat Loves Salt

“Suicide is a confession of failure. And like divorce, it is shrouded in excuses and rationalizations spun endlessly to disguise the simple fact that all one's energy, passion, appetite and ambition have been aborted.”
― A. Alvarez, The Savage God: A Study of Suicide

“Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread. They may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.”
― Tyron Edwards

“Is human dignity and human life so cheap that the rights protecting it can be traded away to appease the appetite for intimidation and prejudice of a vicious and self-centered group - for whatever reason, power, politics, nationalism, or unity?”
― Christina Engela, Bugspray

“Is it that we pretend to a reformation? Truly, no: but it may be we are more addicted to Venus than our fathers were. They are two exercises that thwart and hinder one another in their vigor. Lechery weakens our stomach on the one side; and on the other sobriety renders us more spruce and amorous for the exercise of love.”
― Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

“More often than not, expecting to lose weight without first losing the diet that made the weight loss necessary is like expecting a pig to be spotless after hosing it down while it was still rolling in mud.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I remained, and went on with my dinner. I believe I was considered brutally callous. However, I did not eat much.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart Of Darkness

“How can I walk by a window full of wheels of cheese and feel nothing? I don't even know myself anymore.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“God made you for His pleasure. And He made you intrinsically needy and dependent on His unspeakable joy. If you are struggling with sin our addiction, don’t try to kill your appetite for pleasure. It is impossible. Just direct it to the source of all pleasure. You will be amazed to find that He has perfectly and supernaturally designed you to have all your deepest needs met in Him”
― John Crowder, The Ecstasy of Loving God

“The appetite of my ego always exceeds the grocery store of my soul.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“You must allow your free-will to roam as freely as you want and delve deep into your dreams. Never limit yourself nor live according to the appetite of someone else.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo, Treatise Upon The Misconceptions of Narcissism

“Jo announced that the coffee was ready, and every one settled themselves to a hearty meal; for youth is seldom dyspeptic, and exercise develops wholesome appetites.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“When you fall for your appetite too early, you may not be able to endure to the end.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

“It's better to write something, anything, than to starve the monster. The monster must feed. And it will feed on your soul if not your words. Its appetite is insatiable. Write to save yourself from the monster.”
― Don Roff

“I suppose we couldn't realize, or could realize but couldn't accept, that the logic of business is not a logic in that sense. It's not only a narrow consideration of profits and losses, but a larger logic of, well, appetite. To buy something is to assert oneself, and to sell it, for whatever reason, is to collaborate in one's own diminishment.”
― Adam Gopnik, Paris to the Moon

“I opened the fridge but there was nothing in it; apart from the stubby end of a black pudding sausage wrapped in cling film, which had been in there for god knows how long, as an emergency stash for when we ran out of blood or the butcher's was closed. I chopped it up into little pieces and carried them in the palm of my hand, like I was offering bread crumbs to the birds, while I went around the house one last time. I took little pieces one by one and popped them in my mouth. The black pudding tasted bad, especially so cold from the fridge. And my body couldn't take much of the egg and oats and pepper that were mixed with the blood to make the sausage; I had to spit most of it out. But it was sustenance, enough to tide me over.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“While the poor devours food, the rich toys with it.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“I meant to run down every road and up to every house if necessary. Movement conjured appetite, specific and sharp. For carne asada fries sweating in Styrofoam. For Australian fairy bread doused in sprinkles so plastic they'd outlast the coral reefs. For jian bing and soy milk and man tou strung each morning down Beijing's hutongs, where vendors were rumored to whiten their dough with lead paint, not fatal in such quantities, but sweet, addictive, you could cultivate a dangerous passion. Every artist needs a muse, the pastry chef had said, and it occurred to me that the muse might be myself.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“What matters is hunger. Appetite. In this way I have become what I behold.”
― Benjamin Percy, Red Moon

“Challenges will come; that is inevitable. But they can’t easily destroy your future than your own appetite.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

“Kill your appetite and save for the future!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

“Michelin Star? I’d rather chew a French rubber tyre.”
― Fennel Hudson, Fine Things: Fennel's Journal No. 8

“Cow, goat, chicken, lamb . . . only slaves eat like this,’ Musa said, heaping an impolite amount on to his plate. ‘Our stomachs are graveyards.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“Mrs. O'Geoghan looked skeptical. "Only breakfast, with a fine-looking young man like that?" She shook her head. "When I had young men like that I needed breakfast but afterward, and no pot of tea and bowl of porridge either, but steak and six bottles of stout. Then I was all ready for another day!”
― William Chapman White, The Pale Blonde of Sands Street

“Appetite is a profoundly social impulse.”
― Bee Wilson, First Bite: How We Learn to Eat

“For the past three months, she'd been sticking rigorously to her diet. She ate an apple and a spoonful of peanut butter for breakfast, a salad with grilled chicken breast for lunch, and a Lean Cuisine for dinner. At work, she avoided the carb-heavy staff meals. One of the sous-chefs was always happy to roast her some chicken breast or salmon. She'd chew spearmint gum while she cooked, and allow herself just a taste of even her favorite dishes. At bedtime, after her mom had gone to bed, she would sneak into the kitchen to slug down a shot of the vodka that she kept in the freezer, with a squeeze of fresh lime. Without that final step, she faced a night lying in bed, listening to her mom snuffling and sighing and sometimes weeping through the thin bedroom door, tormented by thoughts of everything she wanted to eat, when she started eating again: brownies with caramel swirled on top, and a sprinkling of flaky sea salt on top of that. Spicy chicken wings; garlic with pea shoots; spicy tofu in sesame honey sauce, curried goat- from the Jamaican place she'd discovered- over rice cooked with saffron. Vanilla custard in a cake cone, topped with a shower of rainbow sprinkles; eclairs; sugar cookies dusted with green and red; and hot chocolate drunk in front of a fire.”
― Jennifer Weiner, That Summer

“Sex doesn’t fulfill our deep craving for sensuality, it creates an insatiable appetite for ‘moreness’.”
― Lebo Grand

“Plastic gave me an appetite for food.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I look at the selection behind the glass. There are a few pasties and pastries, things like Scotch eggs and potato salad, as well as sliced meat and wrapped cuts.
"Can I have a Scotch egg and..." The man's hand reaches for the Scotch egg at the top of the pile and wraps it in thin plastic, then places it on the counter. "...a cheese and... bacon pastry thing..." I point, and he gets a small paper bag from behind him and uses tongs to pick the pastry up. "And one of those sausages, maybe a couple of those smaller sausages too, some potato salad---and yeah... um... do you have, like, some pig blood?”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“Hungry people have an appetite for politics.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, Yet Another New Land