appetite [Theme]

Interest is the appetite of the future.

Nothing whets the appetite more than grief.

Well, well, no tears. They only whet the appetite of the monsters.

The beginning of supper passed in silence; a great appetite, like a great feeling, is always silent.

Winter this year was like sour milk. Nasty, causing nausea, destroying the appetite for life. The vector of motion is lost again. The route is rebuilt. Where to turn? Left? Rightwards? Turn? One thing is for sure - the main thing is not to stand still, so as not to go crazy again.

You, most importantly, lean on liquid. There is power in the liquid!

And the little fish!

Yes, my cradle was in the library;
Dust, Babylon volumes, parchment, silence,
Novels, dictionaries, Latins and Greeks...
I, as in folio, was exalted then.
Two voices talked to me about life.
One, insidious, firm, said to me, "The world is a pie.
Dispel your appetite. At the cost of their efforts
You will know the sweetness of all that God has created."
Another shouted: "Swim in bottomless fairy tales
Over what is conceivable, over what measures the meter."
Ah, that voice sang, bayukal in strange caresses,
Scary and exciting, like winds from the embankment,
Like a phantom who came out of nowhere.
I said, "I'm going!" and that's me then.
Suddenly I felt the pain and the fate that is everywhere
I carry now with me, I carry always, always...
I see new constellations of diamonds
In the blackest abyss of dreams, behind the appearance of things;
Slave of clairvoyance and martyr of ecstasies,
I drag with me indestructible snakes.
And it has been since, as a prophet, wandering;
In the deserts and seas, I, as a prophet, am alone.
I laugh in mourning, I cry on holidays
And I find the beauty in the taste of bitter wines.
To me, the facts seem like some kind of noisy lie,
Counting the stars in the darkness, I get into the moat...
But the Voice whispers to me, "Keep your dreams, crazy!
Clever people do not know such beautiful dreams..."

- What we turned to Aspasia, worthy of contemplation more than your face, Socrates, did not fail to hurt Socrates Polyglot.
- What if we switch places, everything will be Vice versa? asked Socrates.
All guests rapidly began to discuss what would happen in the event of such changes, and soon came to the conclusion that Socrates and Aspasia better to remain in the same position, for though it will be nice for everyone to see a beautiful face Aspasia ass of Socrates ruin everyone's appetite.

One who takes up two seats in transport, appetite gives to bury a plate of war with the harmony

Some (I know such people) the shadow of death precedes its onset: they lose hope, appetite, viability. They feel out the meaning of life, understand that lost or never achieved what we sought with all my heart, and cease to struggle. In the eyes of these people read, I took little from life, and this cannot be undone.

Empire moving boundaries and an insatiable appetite.

- From the case: Alain about his grandmother: for example, I food, grandmother said, "How much do you yourself put!" After that I cease to want to eat. She constantly criticizes me. That I'm fat - don't eat, you too skinny - go eat. What can we say about the teachers and the teachers if the family has a grandma so true. And I emphasize: a grandmother, a second, a child psychologist.
Yeah, a child psychologist, so knows how to professionally break brain child.

Gleb shook his head of his thoughts, crooked grins.
- And, - speaks, - you know what, Daniel?! Were they normal people, I would have paid. Just be paid, to the nerves not to spoil. Well, maybe bargain a little bit, solely for the sake of decency. That, alas, can not pay. Because of this kind of creatures, the appetite comes exclusively during the devouring of carrion, and nothing else.