Pale and pinched-up faces hovered about the windows where was tempting food; hungry eyes wandered over the profusion guarded by one thin… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Wanting his mind on other matters, she deliiberately challenged his statement. "You don't know so much about me. There was a man… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
When I was in the studio doing 'Hungry Eyes,' we had to make it an '80s record, but we wanted it to… — Eric Carmen Copy Share Image
The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste. — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“Go back up on deck,” he said huskily. “Why?” Cat asked, her voice as dazed as her eyes. “If you don’t, I’ll… — Elizabeth Lowell Copy Share Image
“Gregori tugged on her hair to force her back to him. "You make me feel alive, Savannah." "Do I? Is that why… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“But I must pay attention now, she thinks, because what other choice is there? Maybe when I die my soul will fly… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
“There must be many books, many lovely pines, to shield from hungry eyes the book that really matters, the wretched cave of… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
“Those who wish to sit, shut their eyes, and meditate to know if the world's true or lies, may do so. It's… — rabindranath tagore Copy Share Image
Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“At the Arrivals gate, we are greeted by a small crowd, watching us with hungry eyes or eyesockets. We drop our cargo… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“There is a certain kind of girl the goblins crave. You could walk across a high school campus and point them out:… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Here was intellectual life, he thought, and here was beauty, warm and wonderful as he had never dreamed it could be. He… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“His novel or book of poems, decent, adequate, arises not from an exercise of style or will, as the poor unfortunate believes,… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
Life is a charity ball given by the leaders of society. A few dance, get their charity's worth to the last penny;… — Austin O'Malley Copy Share Image
