The Food Babe Quotes & Sayings

Food is love," I replied.
"No, babe, it ain't. But makin' it for the ones you love so they can brag about it is," Take returned. — Kristen Ashley

Amusement should be used to do us good "like a medicine": it must never be used as the food of the man ... Many have had all holy thoughts and gracious resolutions stamped out by perpetual trifling. Pleasure so called is the murderer of thought. This is the age of excessive amusement: everybody craves for it, like a babe for its rattle. — Charles Spurgeon

You sure know how to throw a party! No food, no drinks, and the only babe just left. — Dante Alighieri

This [the movie Babe] is the way Americans want to think of pigs. Real-life 'Babes' see no sun in their limited lives, with no hay to lie on, no mud to roll in. The sows live in tiny cages, so narrow they can't even turn around. They live over metal grates, and their waste is pushed through slats beneath them and flushed into huge pits. — Morley Safer

Is the cafeteria food messing with me, or is babe glowing? Blake said. — A&E Kirk

They also eat. A lot. I'm bustling back to the kitchen for more chips when Drew snags my arm. "You don't have to feed them, babe."
I run a hand over his hair. "I'm half-Irish, half-Italian, and all Southern, Drew. It's like physically impossible for me not to offer food and drink to company." Honestly, I think I'd die of shame if I didn't. — Kristen Callihan

I had to do something about my longing, so I got up, went to the kitchen in my nightgown, peeled a pound of potatoes, boiled them up, sliced them, fried them in butter, salted them generously and ate every bite of them - asking my body the whole while if it would please accept the satisfaction of a pound of fried potatoes in lieu of the fulfillment of lovemaking.
My body replied, only after eating every bite of food: No deal, babe. — Elizabeth Gilbert

God afternoon," I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not my usual place facing Tamlin.
I drank deeply from my goblet of water before piling food on my plate. I savored the tense silence as I consumed the meal before me.
"You look ... refreshed," Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. "Sleep well?"
"Like a babe." I smiled as him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck.
"What is that bruise?" Lucien demanded.
I pointed my fork to Tamlin. "Ask him, he did it."
Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. "Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?" he asked with no small amount of amusement.
"I bit her," Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. "We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite. — Sarah J. Maas