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Wine ... moderately drunken it doth quicken a man's wits, It doth comfort the heart.
Renewed mind, revived spirit and restored strength.
Rest, Recreated, Refreshed and Refuel!
The satisfaction of a special Pninian craving.
Two elements enter into successful and happy gatherings at table. The food, whether simple or elaborate, must be carefully prepared; willingly prepared; imaginatively prepared. And the guests - friends, family or strangers - must be conscious of their welcome.
He that feeds the hungry refreshes his own soul, says wisdom.
What pleasure can those over-happy persons know, who, from their affluence and luxury, always eat before they are hungry and drink before they are thirsty?
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind ...
Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth
MOMMMM, I'm thirsty... What's this, just water?
Renewal of mind, revival of spirit.
In truth, food (within reason, don't go overboard) and beverages (non-alcoholic, we need our brains sober) are encouraged- not only because they lift the mood and help the intellect to focus, but also because it is hard to feel hostile towards someone you share bread with.
Beer, it's not just for breakfast anymore.
But the real star of the evening is food.
sampled the tasty food until, appetites sated,
I wonder what's for dinner.
Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
Relax, refresh and revive your soul, spirit and body.
The healthy being craves an occasional wildness, a jolt from normality, a sharpening of the edge of appetite, his own little festival of Saturnalia, a brief excursion from his way of life.
Good food warms the heart and feeds the soul.
Coffe and breakfast with friends. What more could a girl ask for.
The pleasures of the table belong to all times and ages, to every country and every day; they go hand in hand with all our other pleasures, outlast them, and remain to console us for their loss.
I hear Socrates saying that the best seasoning for food is hunger; for drink, thirst.
I drink for the thirst to come.
The air over the table like the sparkling space just above a fresh-poured seltzer.
Wines, soups, desserts, dessert soups, and more wines.
I like a quiet evening with family or friends over, great food and great discussion and a lot of laughter. That's really what I think fills my tank.
Recreation", which is to say: a refreshing exercise of the organism, because it was in immediate danger of overindulging itself in the uninterrupted monotony of daily life and growing indifferent.
What have you got if you do not have a peaceful corner where you can refresh yourself?
What is more important than the meal? Doesn't the least observant man-about-town look upon the implementation and ritual progress of a meal as a liturgical prescription? Isn't all of civilization apparent in these careful preparations, which consecrate the spirit's triumph over a raging appetite?
All around the dining hall, you can feel the rejuvenating effect that a good meal can bring on. The way it can make people kinder, funnier, more optimistic, and remind them it's not a mistake to go on living. It's better than any medicine.
Nourishment is not just "nutrition." Nourishment is the nutrients in the food, the taste, the aroma, the ambiance of the room, the conversation at the table, the love and inspiration in the cooking, and the joy of the entire eating experience.
Food is the only beautiful thing that truly nourishes.
My spirit thirst for the living water.
Let us drink for the replenishment of our strength, not for our sorrow
Our creature comforts
Fetches cups of caf.
To Savor The Scene, A Book, or A Friend.
What better comfort have we, or what other Profit in living Than to feed, sobered by the truth of Nature, Awhile upon her beauty, And hand her torch of gladness to the ages Following after?
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
May the spirit of Christ so fill us afresh that we might in turn be a refreshment and an encouragement to one another.
Dining partners, regardless of gender, social standing, or the years they've lived, should be chosen for their ability to eat - and drink! - with the right mixture of abandon and restraint. They should enjoy food, and look upon its preparation and its degustation as one of the human arts.
What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup.
Food can bring people together in a way nothing else could.
Pleasures are enhanced by a moderate indulgence.
Breakfast! The fuel for a day full of activities and challenges...like animating this coffee set!
And here we must narrowly watch ourselves, seeing that banquets can scarcely be celebrated blamelessly, for almost always luxury accompanies feasting; and when the body is swallowed up in the delight of refreshing itself, the heart relaxes to empty joys.
Coffee - the favorite drink of the civilized world.
A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck
what better way to pass the day?
Wine, one of the noblest cordials in nature.
The feeding of those that are hungry is a form of contemplation.
to quicken with life. After an hour, covered
A meal was no more than a fragile defense against the inevitability of the next meal. Food itself could never answer the question of food; it only delayed the moment when the question would have to be asked in earnest.
Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.
A satisfied customer. We should have him stuffed.
Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme
I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.
I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.
Trying to extricate from the long day the grain of pleasure
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
Sugar and salt and kicks and kisses.
Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.
Rest and self-care are so important. When you take time to replenish your spirit, it allows you to serve others from the overflow. You cannot serve from an empty vessel.
To drink away sorrow.
Satiation, like any state of vitality, always contains a degree of impudence, and that impudence emerges first and foremost when the sated man instructs the hungry one.
I ordered a soda - caffeine-free, low sodium, no artificial flavors. They brought me a glass of water.
Tobacco and drink deaden the pangs of hunger, and make one forget the miserable home, the desolate future. They
Dinner with water is dinner for prisoners
How inestimably important in its moral results - and therefore how praiseworthy in itself - is the act of eating and drinking! The social virtues center in the stomach. A man who is not a better husband, father, and brother after dinner than before is, digestively speaking, an incurably vicious man.
Feeding our energy appetite is top of mind for many people these days.
The first dish pleaseth all.
Another novelty is the tea-party, an extraordinary meal in that, being offered to persons that have already dined well, it supposes neither appetite nor thirst, and has no object but distraction, no basis but delicate enjoyment.
Life itself is your proper meal.
Every moment nature is serving fresh dishes with the items of happiness. It is our choice to recognize and taste it.
Strong drink stupefies a man and makes it possible for him to forget; it gives him an artificial cheeriness, an artificial excitement; and the pleasure of this state is increased by the low level of civilization and the narrow empty life to which these men are confined.
The restorative effect of a tasty dinner is quite remarkable. When the going gets tough, the tough get cooking.
A food truce, the picnic suspension of oedipal feeling that permits the generations to love each other at family reunions.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
A meal can be thought of as a ritual and a work of art, with limits laid down, desires aroused and fulfilled, enticements, variety, patterning and plot. As in a work of art, not only the overall form, but also the details matter intensely.
The culture of drink endures because it offers so many rewards: confidence for the shy, clarity for the uncertain, solace to the wounded and lonely, and above all, the elusive promises of friendship and love.
At the end of the day, when the food has all been served and savored, what's left is your connection to the people around your fire
I needed some fries. A beer. And my person.
Water....I'm thirsty not dirty.
This is hospitality at its core. This is the beat of my heart: to experience grace and nourishment, and to offer it, one in each hand, to every person I meet - grace and nourishment. You can rest. You don't have to starve.
Invites us to jump off the hamster wheel of consumption and experience the pinch of abstaining from thoughtless indulgence.
The divine drink which builds up resistance and fights fatigue. A cup of this precious drink permits a man to walk for a whole day without food.
Water is the best of all things.
Breakfast was all about possibilities. No other meal allowed for so much choice - sweet or savory, light or heavy? Tea or coffee? And while enjoying the fruit of these decisions, the whole day waited, unsullied, to be filled up like a plate.
You must intensify and render continuous by repeatedly presenting with suggestive ideas and mental pictures of the feast of good things, and the flowing fountain, which awaits the successful achievement or attainment of the desires.
Mr. Grey will see you in a few minutes. Would you like a refreshment while you wait? Coffee, soda, tea ... ?" "Gravy," I say.
Customers are more friendly when they've had a meal.
The comfort and sweetness of peace.
Blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite;
keep reason under its own control.
If man be sensible and one fine morning, while he is lying in bed,
counts at the tips of his fingers how many things in this life truly will
give him enjoyment, invariably he will find food is the first one.
Breakfast is everything. The beginning, the first thing. It is the mouthful that is the commitment to a new day, a continuing life.
Most pleasures are best as a seasoning, not the main course. p. 374
Food is the daily sacrament of unnecessary goodness, ordained for a continual remembrance that the world will always be more delicious than useful.
Eating, too, has been turned away from its true nature: want on the one hand and superfluity on the other have troubled the clarity of this need, and all the profound, simple necessities in which life renews itself have similarly been obscured.
Food is the supremest of pleasures.
Eating together is an occasion that humans have made into a peacemaking ritual;