Thirst Quotes

“But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.”
― Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars

“Someone feeling wronged is like someone feeling thirsty. Don’t tell them they aren’t. Sit with them and have a drink.”
― Lemony Snicket

“We need houses as we need clothes, architecture stimulates fashion. It’s like hunger and thirst — you need them both.”
― Karl Lagerfeld

“At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.”
― Benjamin J. Carey, Barefoot in November

“I'm looking for someone
to quench my thirst-for all eternity"
-Luna Maxwell”
― Ellen Schreiber, Vampireville

“The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.”
― Margaret Atwood, Moral Disorder and Other Stories

“Give up your thirst for books, so that you do not die a grouch.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

“Of hunger and thirst, thirst is the greater imperative.”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it, so that one hunger fed into the next in an endless chain, a snake eating it's own tail, an Ouroboros of desires.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Narcissus in Chains

“May I offer some refreshment?" Miss Pink asked, mincingly. "A cup of tea?"
Lady Lydiard shook her head.
"A glass of water?"
Lady Lydiard declined the last hospitable proposal with an exclamation of disgust. "Have you got any beer?" she inquired.
"I beg your Ladyship's pardon," said Miss Pink, doubting the evidence of her own ears. "Did you say - beer?"
Lady Lydiard gesticulated vehemently with her fan. "Yes, to be sure! Beer! beer!"
Miss Pink rose, with a countenance expressive of genteel disgust, and rang the bell. "I think you have beer downstairs, Susan?" she said, when the maid appeared at the door.
"Yes, Miss."
"A glass of beer for Lady Lydiard," said Miss Pink, under protest.
"Bring it in a jug," shouted her Ladyship, as the maid left the room.”
― Wilkie Collins, My Lady's Money

“I drank her essence, and it’s like she never existed and now I’m thirsty again. Let this be a lesson in love.”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“I suck the blood out of Ben's towel for what feels like hours. I lie down on the floor, the towel hanging from my mouth and spread out across my chest. I'm in bliss. I can't really describe how it feels to have another person's blood in your veins, feeding to your heart, even just a little bit: a human's blood, not a pig's, two legs, upright and elegant, hints of something---of foods and memories and experiences, of birth, of being ill and getting better, of love and grief and fear---in its flavor. I feel huge; I feel like, if I were to stand up and run toward my studio wall, I'd just break through it. Like I could trample on cars and people outside, whole families under one foot, roaring until shop windows shatter. The sun would be drawn to me and would be consumed by my hair, which would grow and grow and then spread across the sky and turn day into night. The ground would quake around me; little moles that had been sleeping would emerge from their holes, and rabbits from their burrows, and I'd pluck them out of the ground like bean shoots and swallow them whole.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“A thirst never quenched should cause me to ask where I’m getting my water from.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Could I have something to drink?" Jake asked. His voice came out sounding furry and nasal. Both his mouth and the tissues in his abused nose were swelling up. He looked like someone who has gotten the worst of it in a nasty street-fight.
"Oh, yes," Tick-Tock replied judiciously. "You could. I'd say you certainly could. We have lots to drink, don't we, Copperhead?"
"Ar," said a tall, bespectacled man in a white silk shirt and a pair of black silk trousers. He looked like a college professor in a turn of the century Punch cartoon. "No shortage of po-ter-bulls here."
The Tick-Tock Man, once more seated at ease in his throne-like chair, looked humorously at Jake. "We have wine, beer, ale, and, of course, good old water. Sometimes that's all a body wants, isn't it? Cool, clear, sparkling water. How does that sound, cully?"
Jake's throat, which was also swollen and as dry as sandpaper, prickled painfully. "Sounds good," he whispered.
"It's woke my thirsty up, I know that," Tick-Tock said. His lips spread in a smile. His green eyes sparkled. "Bring me a dipper of water, Tilly--I'll be damned if I know what's happened to my manners."
Tilly stepped through the hatchway on the far side of the room--it was opposite the one through which Jake and Gasher had entered. Jake watched her go and licked his swollen lips.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“He held the dipper out to Jake. When Jake reached for it, Tick-Tock pulled it back.
"First, cully, tell me what you know about dipolar computers and transitive circuits," he said coldly.
"What..." Jake looked toward the ventilator grille, but the golden eyes were still gone. He was beginning to think he had imagined them after all. He shifted his gaze back to the Tick-Tock Man, understanding one thing clearly: he wasn't going to get any water. He had been stupid to even dream he might. "What are dipolar computers?"
The Tick-Tock Man's face contorted with rage; he threw the remainder of the watter into Jake's bruised, puffy face. "DON'T YOU PLAY IT LIGHT WITH ME!" he shrieked. He stripped off the Seiko watch and shook it in front of Jake. "WHEN I ASKED YOU IF THIS RAN ON A DIPOLAR CIRCUIT, YOU SAID IT DIDN'T! SO DON'T TELL ME YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TLAKING ABOUT WHEN YOU ALREADY MADE IT CLEAR THAT YOU DO!"
"But...but..." Jake couldn't go on. His head was whirling with fear and confusion. He was aware, in some far-off fashion, that he was licking as much water as he could off his lips.
"THERE'S A THOUSAND OF THOSE EVER-FUCKING DIPOLAR COMPUTERS RIGHT UNDER THE EVER-FUCKING CITY, MAYBE A HUNDRED THOUSAND, AND THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL WORKS DON'T DO A THING EXCEPT PLAY WATCH ME AND RUN THOSE DRUMS! I WANT THOSE COMPUTERS! I WANT THEM WORKING FOR ME!"
The Tick-Tock Man bolted forward on his throne, seized Jake, shook him back and forth, and then threw him to the floor. Jake struck one of the lamps, knocking it over, and the bulb blew with a hollow coughing sound. Tilly gave a little shriek and stepped backward, her eyes wide and frightened. Copperhead and Brandon looked at each other uneasily.
Tick-Tock leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, and screamed into Jake's face: "I WANT THEM AND I MEAN TO HAVE THEM!"
Silence fell in the room, broken only by the soft whoosh of warm air pouring from the ventilators. Then the twisted rage on the Tick-Tock Man's face disappeared so suddenly it might never have existed at all. It was replaced by another charming smile. He leaned further forward and helped Jake to his feet.
"Sorry. I get thinking about the potential of this place and sometimes I get carried away. Please accept my apology, cully." He picked up the overturned dipper and threw it at Tilly. "Fill this up, you useless bitch! What's the matter with you?"
He turned his attention back to Jake, still smiling his TV game-show host smile.
"All right; you've had your little joke and I've had mine. Now tell me everything you know about dipolar computers and transitive circuits. Then you can have a drink.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“Something miraculous + sad about the glass on the table. Water disciplined into a vertical cylinder. The depressing spectacle of our triumph over the elements.”
― Hernan Diaz, Trust

“Against the light, we are travellers carrying
pails of water for our thirst. Who passed before this path,
a friend in the night, looking for water, looking for respite?”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta

“Maturitas non sitit laudis.”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

“Music relaxes our mind, just as water quenches our thirst.”
― John Joclebs Bassey, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“Cathy believed that the more she and Edie thirsted, the deeper their roots would snare inside each other. They would find inside each other's bodies all the water they wanted.”
― K-Ming Chang, Bone House

“Manor laid his head straight on the beating heart. His lips searched for the gently swelling mound above the heart, which was set in motion by the heartbeat. There Manor began to suckle, longing and thirsting, like a baby on a mother’s breast.”
― Karl Heinrich Ulrichs, Horror Historia Red: 31 Essential Vampire Tales

“Je suis contente de moi, comme ça, plus désirante que désirable.”
― Virginie Despentes, King Kong théorie

“They’re not going to hurt you.” I hold out a palm to the men, asking them to stop where they are.

“Great goddess,” she says on an exhalation, really looking at them now that bunnies aren’t hopping all over the place. “I wouldn’t even mind if they did. They could break me in half, and I’d still beg for more.”
― Rory Miles, Shadow Slayer

“As eye-catching as it may seem, the ripest fruit on the tree isn't always the healthiest.

Its sweetness may please the tongue, but the juice might damage your organs.

The desire for a bite is always alluring, but failure to heed comes with a cost.

Give your body what it needs to thrive, not what will satisfy your thirst.”
― Eduvie Donald

“The thirst for power can only be quenched by rivers of blood”
― Dean Cavanagh

“अगर कोई प्याला मुँह से लगाकर दूर फेंक दे, तो समझ लो की वह बेहद प्यासा है, इतना प्यासा कि तृप्ति की कल्पना से भी घबराता है।”
― Dharamveer Bharti

“अगर कोई प्याला मुँह से लगाकर दूर फेंक दे, तो समझ लो की वह बेहद प्यासा है, इतना प्यासा कि तृप्ति की कल्पना से भी घबराता है।”
― Dharamveer Bharti, Gunahon Ka Devta

“अगर कोई प्याला मुँह से न लगाकर दूर फेंक दे, तो समझ लो कि वह बेहद प्यासा है, इतना प्यासा कि तृप्ति की कल्पना से भी घबराता है।”
― Dharamvir Bharati, गुनाहों का देवता

“Before 'Coca-Cola' there was only water to wet your thirst.”
― Anthony T. Hincks