Hungries Quotes & Sayings

I think that I just need to work with great directors and actors, people who are better than me, so that I am challenged. — Paul Walker

Yesterday she thought that the hungries were like houses that people used to live in. Now she thinks that every one of those houses is haunted. — M.R. Carey

She blinks furiously, trying to dredge up some more moisture from her now dry-baked tear ducts. Two of the shapes resolve. One is Selkirk, on her side on the floor of the lab, her legs jackknifing in furious staccato. The other is a hungry which is kneeling astride her, stuffing her spilled intestines into its mouth in pink, sagging coils. More hungries surge in from all sides, hiding Selkirk from view. She's a honey-pot for putrescent bees. The last Justineau sees of her is her inconsolable face. Melanie! — M.R. Carey

Kissing Macaulay Culkin was like kissing a brother. It was really no big deal. — Anna Chlumsky

PSA40.1 I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. — Anonymous

I am not a Bible-believing Christian in the fullest sense simply by believing the right doctrines, but as I live in practice in this supernatural world. — Francis A. Schaeffer

The fact that he doesn't smoke and fears alcohol almost as badly as he fears hungries and junkers does nothing to tarnish this dazzling vision. He'd be the man, nonetheless. One of those guys who gets a nod or a word from everybody when he walks into the mess hall, and takes it as his due. A man whose acknowledgement, when granted, confers status on those who get a nod or a word in return. The — M.R. Carey

When the world beats you down, open up your Bible. — Lysa TerKeurst

Hungries toggle between two states. They're frozen in place most of the time, just standing there like they're never going to move again. Then they smell prey, or hear it, or catch sight of it, and they break into that terrifying dead sprint. No warm-up, no warning. Warp factor nine. — M.R. Carey

She waited for so long that something strange happened. She started to be able to see. There wasn't any more light to see by. It was just that her eyes decided to give her more information. She'd been told in a lesson once about something called accommodation. The rods and cones of the eye, especially the rods, change their zone of sensitivity so that they can see details and distinctions in what previously looked like total darkness. But there are functional limits to that process, and the resulting picture is mostly black and white because rods aren't good at gradations of colour. This was different. It was like an invisible sun came up in the room, and Melanie could see by its light as well as she could see by day. Or like the space below her went from black ocean to dry land over the space of a few minutes. She wondered if this was something only hungries could do. She — M.R. Carey

Maybe we'll admit this thing we have is perfect, not worth messing around with. And stay together forever. If you're interested, that is."
She glanced away. "I could think about that."
He buried his face in her neck. "Think fast — Robyn Carr

Come on now! How could you be me and want to be someone else? — Kanye West

A lot of actors think that the more lines they have the more attention they get. That's bullshit. I make people look at me. I don't have to say a lot of words. — Lee Van Cleef

Your commitment to Jesus is a beautiful thing, but it will eventually dwindle down, unless you fully understand His commitment to you. — Carlos A. Rodriguez

It's awfully easy to rush into a profession you don't really like, and awfully hard to get out of it. — Willa Cather

Disneyland is a work of love ... Drawing up plans and dreaming of what I could do, everything. It was just something I kind of kept playing around with. — Walt Disney

I've got the hungries for your love and I'm waiting in your welfare line. — Buck Owens

The wave hits. It doesn't even slow. Hungries slam full-tilt into the mesh and into the concrete stanchions that support it. It leans inwards, groans and creaks, but seems to be holding. The front ranks of walking corpses are treading water. But — M.R. Carey

They're at the gates now, and there's no lock on them that Parks can see, but they don't open. Used to be electric, obviously, but bygones are bygones and in the brave new post-mortem world that just means they don't bloody work. "Over!" he yells. "Up and over!" Which is easily said. A head-high rampart of ornamental ironwork with functional spear points on top says different. They try, all the same. Parks leaves them to it, turns his back to them and goes on firing. The up side is that now he can be indiscriminate. Set to full auto and aim low. Cut the hungries' legs out from under them, turning the front-runners into trip hazards to slow the ones behind. The down side is that more and more of them keep coming. The noise is like a dinner bell. Hungries are crowding into the green space from the streets on every side, at what you'd have to call a dead run. There's no limit to their numbers, and there is a limit to his ammo. Which — M.R. Carey

The Saints were not superhuman. They were people who loved God in their hearts, and who shared this joy with others. — Pope Francis

My last supper would be a charcuterie smorgasbord with every kind of meat, and sauces to dip them in. — Kelis