A writer who writes, ''I am alone''. . . can be considered rather comical. It is comical for a man to recognize his solitude by addressing a reader and by using methods that prevent the individual from being alone. The word alone is just as general as the word bread. To pronounce it is to summon to oneself the presence of everything the word excludes.
Our values are not luxuries, but necessities. They are not the salt in our bread, but the bread itself.
Who is Jesus to me? Jesus is the Word made Flesh. Jesus is the Bread of Life. Jesus is the Victim offered for our sins on the cross. Jesus is the sacrifice offered at holy Mass for the sins of the world and for mine. Jesus is the Word - to be spoken. Jesus is the Truth - to be told. Jesus is the Way - to be walked. Jesus is the Light - to be lit. Jesus is the Life - to be lived. Jesus is the Love - to be loved
Friendship is the bread of the heart.
For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.
There was a period when I was getting a lot of banana bread, because I mentioned someone cooked me banana bread, and then everyone cooked me baked stuff, and I would take it to the hotel, and it was making me fat.
Life is not worth living if I cannot have pasta or bread again.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all.
Men are my bread and butter. It's what I live for! I have no shame about that.
If it is bread that you seek, you will have bread. If it is the soul you seek, you will find the soul. If you understand this secret, you know you are that which you seek.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
Eager for bread and love.
Parents do not, indeed, live by bread alone. We feast daily on banquets of our own words.
Man's need for art is absolutely primordial, as strong as, and perhaps stronger than, our need for bread. Without bread, we die of hunger, but without art we die of boredom.
The first time I ate organic whole-grain bread I swear it tasted like roofing material.
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.
If they can make penicillin out of mouldy bread, they can sure make something out of you.
I never touch sugar, cheese, bread. . . I only like what I'm allowed to like. I'm beyond temptation. There is no weakness. When I see tons of food in the studio, for us and for everybody, for me it's as if this stuff was made out of plastic. The idea doesn't even enter my mind that a human being could put that into their mouth. I'm like the animals in the forest. They don't touch what they cannot eat.
Men ardently pursue truth, assuming it will be angels' bread when found.