He who is dying of hunger must be fed rather than taught

The myriads that raise the cry of hunger wail in the greatest empire in the world.

It was a pain and an unrest; and it received easement only by the touch of the new god’s presence. At such times love was joy to him, a wild, keen–thrilling satisfaction. But when away from his god, the pain and the unrest returned; the void in him sprang up and pressed against him with its emptiness, and the hunger gnawed and gnawed unceasingly.

Every book was a peep-hole into the realm of knowledge. His hunger fed upon what he read, and increased.

There’s been a problem, a problem eating away at me from the inside out. I’ve become weak, I’ve shown human compassion, and it has weakened me. But no more. Tonight I will once again feast on fear and suffering. My appetite for agony will be awakened. I will once again taste the pain of others. I will feast on the fear of the innocent, and that is the sweetest taste of all. Tonight I hunger for a sacrifice.

But hunger, like food, comes in many shapes and colors.

A world of little cares is continually arising, which busy or affluent life knows nothing of, to open the first door to distress. Hunger is not among the putdownable wants; and a day, even a few hours, in such a condition is often the crisis of a life of ruin

Hunger makes a fool of a man.

It is better to die of hunger having lived without grief and fear, than to live with a troubled spirit, amid abundance

It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.

Experiencing is believing. A fat belly cannot believe that such a thing as hunger exists.

But hunger is pride’s master.

You were created on purpose for a purpose. There is a thirst and hunger in your heart that is real. Pay attention to it.

If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy.