Feeding Quotes

Quotes tagged as "feeding" (showing 1-23 of 23)
Sylvain Reynard
“You know, the act of feeding someone is the ultimate act of care and affection...sharing yourself with someone else through food." He held another mouthful of cake under her nose. "Think about it. We are fed in the Eucharist, by our mothers when we are infants, by our parents as children, by friends at dinner parties, by a lover when we feast on one another's bodies...and on occasion, on another's souls.”
Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno

Michael Bassey Johnson
“If any woman opens her legs for you, don't feel so lucky to be fed with nonsense, she has been a bitch for a long time, and now its your own turn to get a share from her itching tunnel.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

P.J. O'Rourke
“I have been told by the third grade teacher that my daughter Poppet is reading at middle school level. Yet if I leave Poppet a note in block letters telling her to feed the dogs I will come home to find the dogs have been ... given a swim in the above-ground pool, dressed in tutus, provided with hair weaves. What I will not find is that the dogs have been fed. 'I thought you wanted me to free the dogs,' says Poppet whose school district is not spending quite what D.C.'s is, thanks to voter rejection of the last school bond referendum.”
P.J. O'Rourke

Michael Bassey Johnson
“The word of lust touches the body, the word of love touches the soul: feed the soul and starve the body.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

Michelle M. Pillow
“I'm like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don't leave.”
Michelle M. Pillow

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you’ll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Israelmore Ayivor
“Hiding the truth is as evil as feeding
the lie grow tough muscles.”
Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Frontpage: Leadership Insights from 21 Martin Luther King Jr. Thoughts

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“If I can’t quite figure out what an ego is, all I have to do is look for the thing that’s killing itself in the very act of feeding itself.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Scott Hastie
“And so we smile on,
Feeding the truths we share
With a union of our souls,
Cathedral slaves of our passion
Which builds beauty amongst chaos.”
Scott Hastie

Israelmore Ayivor
“My mama is my feeding bottle... She never goes empty no matter how deep I sip! Thank you mum!”
Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

Michael Bassey Johnson
“An indoor man eats nothing, except that which is prepared and served by his mother with lots of insults, an outdoor man eats that which he buys, prepares, served and eaten with lots of respect.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

Cyrille  Mendes
“Reprenant une goulée de cervoise, le capitaine s’essuya les lèvres avec sa manche, se pencha vers Célian en posant une main sur la table. Dans ses yeux brillaient une joie écumante, une envie presque palpable de les accompagner, alors qu’il reprenait d’un ton confident :
- Tout jeune, il m’a été dévoilé un fait essentiel : il y a toujours deux chemins. Un chemin facile qui est vite parcouru et, un autre, plus difficile. Dur et semé d’embûches mais dont la récompense est à la hauteur des efforts.
- C’est vrai, approuva le hérisson picotier-colporteur en replongeant son museau dans une purée de carottes accompagnée de feuilles de laitue.
- Choisir le plus dur chemin est éprouvant. On y gagne au moins un caractère bien trempé. Tu verras, Célian, bien des choses dans ta vie… Sache qu’une erreur n’en est pas une si on apprend de celle-ci.
- Je tiendrai compte de vos conseils, capitaine Ghyralem, assura sagement le Sorcelier.
- Alors ça ira, moussaillon.
Le repas se poursuivit et Axys conta une vieille histoire de Chaz à propos d’un lièvre féérique, facile à apercevoir mais impossible à attraper.”
Cyrille Mendes, Les Épieurs d'Ombre

Munia Khan
“Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds.”
Munia Khan

Sabrina Jeffries
“You're my guest, and hosts generally do feed their guests, you know."
Her natural ebullience returning, she flashed him an impish smile. "Even when their guests have landed them in a most delicate predicament?"
"Especially then. Well-fed guests make less trouble.”
Sabrina Jeffries, Married to the Viscount

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“Hate feeds on itself, while love will always find itself fed.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

Allegra Goodman
“His fantasies were nurturing, not predatory. If he could have Jess, he would feed her. Laughable, antique, confusingly paternal, he longed to nourish her with clementines, and pears in season, fresh whole-wheat bread and butter, wild strawberries, comte cheese, fresh figs and oily Marcona almond, tender yellow beets. He would sear red meat, if she would let him, and grill spring lamb. Cut the thorns off artichokes and dip the leaves in fresh aioli, poach her fish- thick Dover sole in wine and shallots- julienne potatoes, and roast a whole chicken with lemon slices under the skin. He would serve a salad of heirloom tomatoes and fresh mozzarella and just-picked basil. Serve her and watch her savor dinner, pour for her, and watch her drink. That would be enough for him. To find her plums in season, and perfect nectarines, velvet apricots, dark succulent duck. To bring her all these things and watch her eat.”
Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

Allegra Goodman
“Sentimentally, he thought of Jess. Irrationally, he despaired of having her. But this was not a question of pursuit. Raj would laugh at him, and Nick would look askance. His fantasies were nurturing, not predatory. If he could have Jess, he would feed her. Laughable, antique, confusingly paternal, he longed to nourish her with clementines, and pears in season, fresh whole-wheat bread and butter, wild strawberries, comte cheese, fresh figs and oily Marcona almonds, tender yellow beets. He would sear red meat, if she would let him, and grill spring lamb. Cut the thorns off artichokes and dip the leaves in fresh aioli, poach her fish- thick Dover sole in wine and shallots- julienne potatoes, and roast a whole chicken with lemon slices under the skin. He would serve a salad of heirloom tomatoes and fresh mozzarella and just-picked basil. Serve her and watch her savor dinner, pour for her, and watch her drink. That would be enough for him. To find her plums in season, and perfect nectarines, velvet apricots, dark succulent duck. To bring her all these things and watch her eat.”
Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
“As I sat there on that winter afternoon, feeding the birds, laughing and rejoicing at the way they come again and again, flying one after another and fighting for every piece, I realised how funny and simple life truly is in these simple moments. We always have someone to provide for us, but we try to make up excuses for the lack of it, instead of trusting in divine timing. What if in reality, our Creator is a simple man on a chair, laughing kindly at our carelessness and worries, joyfully handing us another piece of bread to wake us up from our wondering..”
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache

Rebecca Rasmussen
“According to her chore list, she was supposed to feed the chickens. Milly hd already retrieved the eggs. She'd mentioned something about egg salad, if she could round up a jar of pickles in the cellar.
"A change might do us good," she'd said, which made Twiss laugh.
"Nothing like old pickles to oust us from routine."
Twiss fed the chickens, each of whom she called Raoul because she couldn't tell them apart, and swept up the droppings on the floor.”
Rebecca Rasmussen, The Bird Sisters

Jason Medina
“Here’s a fun fact for you. Flies are necrophageous. That means they feed on the flesh of the dead. Yes, just like zombies. Actually, many insects are necrophageous. Will I become necrophageous?

I won’t lie. It’s a pretty cool word. Necrophageous.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“Regurgitation will leave a taste on anyone's lips.”
Anthony T.Hincks

Sherrilyn Kenyon
“With no other choice, Tory approached Ash slowly. Warily. Could he even tell if it was her? By the way he was acting, she didn't think so. "Baby?"

He looked up at her with blood red eyes that held no semblance of understanding. They were feral and cold. The eyes of a predator.

With a speed she couldn't even see with her naked eye, Ash was off the floor. He grabbed her by the throat, threw her down on the ground and sank his fangs deep into her neck.

Ash's head buzzed and his shoulder ached as he finally slaked some of the hunger that had been tearing at him for days. The blood was so good. So warm and satisfying. He licked and sucked, drinking it in until he was normal again.

But as he returned to himself, his anger mounted that she'd let him go so long without nourishment. Even though he hadn't been able to speak, he remembered her watching him through the door.

You'll eat when you please me..." She knew what those words did to him and he was tired of her abuse.

"Artemis, you..." His words trailed off as he pulled away from her throat and realized it wasn't Artemis he was holding.

It was Tory and she was extremely pale from the blood loss.

Horror filled him. Her neck was savagely torn from his teeth, her brown eyes half-hooded as she struggled to breathe. No! His soul screamed out. How could he have hurt her?

How could he be so far gone that he hadn't even realized it was Tory he tasted?

Because Artemis had kept him without food for too long. And then she'd thrown a human in with him, knowing a human couldn't survive his feeding.

"Oh gods," he breathed, choking. "Stay with me, baby. I'll get you help."

She coughed as she reached up to touch his lips that were covered in her blood from his feeding. He saw the fear in her eyes and the pain that he'd caused her. The guilt was more than he could bear.

"Soteria?" he whispered her name like a prayer. "Akribos?"

She expelled one last breath before her eyes glazed over and her hand fell limply to the ground where it landed palm up.

Unimaginable grief tore through him as he realized he'd just killed her. Throwing his head back, Ash bellowed from the weight of guilt and pain that assaulted him.

He would never have hurt her. Never!”
Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

John Medina
“The mammalian brain's functions include what researchers call the "four F's": fighting, feeding, feeling and ... reproductive behavior.”
John Medina, Brain Rules: 12 Principles for Surviving and Thriving at Work, Home, and School