“Coca cola and McDonalds is spreading. Just like hunger and poverty.” — Tim Goossens Copy Share Image
“Steven felt a stirring in his chest. It was strangely like hunger, but not. More than desire, though he was feeling that… — Alina K. Field Copy Share Image
“I crave you Like hunger Like thirst Like madness And, nothing Will sate or slake Or, make me sane But you.” — Kirk Diedrich Copy Share Image
There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger. — Mary Roberts Rinehart Copy Share Image
Wit, like hunger, will be with great difficulty restrained from falling on vice and ignorance, where there is great plenty and variety… — Henry Fielding Copy Share Image
“Missing someone feels like hunger. An insatiable emptiness right at the core of yourself.” — Andrew Pyper Copy Share Image
If the Olympics were more like the Hunger Games I think I'd probably watch more of it. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I feel like there's a hunger in the culture now for the live experience maybe as a counterpoint to the more sort… — Karen O Copy Share Image
Being 1 of 6 made me a weirdo in school. We were like the von Trapps, and our house was like the… — Diana Silvers Copy Share Image
“Dougan had almost completely forgotten about the food, for his entire body was suffused with the most intense and exquisite sensation he'd… — Kerrigan Byrne Copy Share Image
Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“I don't understand what makes them come out like that!" "Hunger," said Jem. "Were you thinking about blood?" "No" "Were you thinking… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“It was a wonderful meal at Michaud’s after we got in; but when we had finished and there was no question of… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“The Temperature is Rising The heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling… — M.I. Ghostwriter Copy Share Image
