hunger

Love shouldn't feel like the Hunger Games. There should not be a constant struggle for survival.

No man can rationally live, worship, or love his neighbour on an empty stomach.

Be patient. Everything has it's time. You can't make an orange mature right away because you are hungry

The hunger to know is the hope of search.

They want us to be afraid. They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes. They want us to barricade our doors and hide our children. Their aim is to make us fear life itself! They want us to hate. They want us to hate 'the other'. They want us to practice aggression and perfect antagonism. Their aim is to divide us all! They want us to be inhuman. They want us to throw out our kindness. They want us to bury our love and burn our hope. Their aim is to take all our light! They think their bricked walls will separate us. They think their damned bombs will defeat us. They are so ignorant they don__ understand that my soul and your soul are old friends. They are so ignorant they don__ understand that when they cut you I bleed. They are so ignorant they don__ understand that we will never be afraid, we will never hate and we will never be silent for life is ours!

I mean__ Dennis was saying, looking pointedly at Mave, but Mave was watching the waitress approach. Oh, life, oh, sweet, forgiven for the ice___e grabbed Mave__ wrist. There was always an emergency. And then there was love. And then there was another emergency. That was the sandwiching of it. Emergency. Love. Emergency. __ mean, it__ not as if you__e been dozing off,_ Dennis was saying, his voice reaching her now, high and watery. __ mean, correct me if I__ wrong,_ he said, __ut I don__ think I__e been having this conversation alone._ He tightened his grip. __ mean, have I?

Beauty comes to us more readily on a full belly.

There are stories in the air as thick as birds around me, he would say. I will save those stories from starving he would say. I have a great hunger for stories, he would say.

Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.

I am impressed anew by... how much the harshness that challenges life is what causes the beauty. Birds fly because they must escape predators and search for food. Trees grow skyward because they compete fiercely with other trees for light. Living things need something to push off of. Each of us needs challenges to give us the right shape.

. You are overfed yet under-nourished. Your body needs specific nutrients to run properly or you will get mentally and physically sick. I__ talking about illnesses such as heart disease, some cancers, diabetes and depression, for starters. So, if you__e not eating the right foods__r your __oxic waste_ is inhibiting nutrient absorption__our mind will constantly __cream_ at your stomach to eat more. It does this in the form of cravings and hunger. Problem is, most people just eat more __utrient-dead food_ and your body continues to starve and cravings spiral out of control.

My love, you are playing with a fire that you do not fully understand._ His voice was deep and controlled. __here are times I may not be able to control myself. I am injured, and I need to feed _ this would be one of those times._ ~Cole

Shalom is communal, holistic, and tangible. There is no private or partial shalom. The whole community must have shalom or no one has shalom. As long as there are hungry people in a community that is well fed, there can be no shalom. . . . Shalom is not for the many, while a few suffer; nor is it for the few while many suffer. It must be available for everyone.

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

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.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren__ satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

21Most food goes to waste in affluent societies. When we throw leftovers into the garbage, it goes to waste. When we eat more food than we need, it goes to waist.

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.