Feast Quotes

“Jon:'What are you doing up there? Why aren't you at the feast?'
Tyrion: 'Too hot, too noisy, and I'd drunk too much wine', the dwarf told him. 'I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your brother.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.
Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.”
― Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting

“My books are a word feast.”
― Lori R. Lopez

“Food to eat and games to play.
Tell me why, tell me why.
Serve it out and eat it up.
Have a try, have a try.”
― Brian Jacques

“Take him away. Prepare a feast. Forget nothing. My crown: the golden cutlery. The poison bottles; and the fumes; the wreaths of ivy and the bloody joints; the chains; the bowl of nettles; the spices; the baskets of fresh grass; the skulls and spines; the ribs and shoulder-blades. Forget nothing or, by the blindness of my sockets, I will have your hearts out. Take him away...”
― Mervyn Peake, Boy in Darkness and Other Stories

“They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.”
― Simon Holt, The Devouring

“That feeling just before my eyes feast on yours”
― Hadinet Tekie

“A word fest is a feast.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Wine is brought in coloured carafes. They glow aquamarine and sapphire, citrine and ruby, amethyst and topaz. Another course comes, with sugared violets and frozen dew.

Then come domes of glass, under which little silvery fish sit in a cloud of pale blue smoke.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“No more showing up for breadcrumbs”, she said, “when you’re worthy of a whole damn feast.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“A long table- longer than any we'd ever possessed at out manor- filled most of the space. It was laden with food and wine- so much food, some of it wafting tendrils of steam, that my mouth watered. At least it was familiar, and not some strange faerie delicacy: chicken, bread, peas, fish, asparagus, lamb... it could have been a feast at any mortal manor.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“It wasn't until I had almost died, that I’d learned just how little I had almost lived.”
― Broms The Poet, Feast

“Take the break before the break takes you.”
― Broms The Poet, Feast

“And he said...

...eat your fill, but never as a feast of gluttony.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“And he said...

...crabs will only feast after man has filled his plate.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“And he said...

...a man of conscience will never feast on a coalbed of famine.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“May it not be that you no longer care, only that you care no longer, for that which does not care for you.”
― Broms The Poet, Feast

“I added up their opinions, divided them by my truths, subtracted my expectations, and tallied them by the proof. Took a fraction of my fears and rounded them to a fifth, which equalled out to my freedom and summed up the way I live. And I ain't good at mathematics, know, I ain't no ancient Greek. I'm just the square root of a factor tree,
and the answer is always…me.”
― Broms The Poet, Feast

“They wheeled in golden carts covered in snacks and treats as pretty as treasure in a chest. There were cookies shaped like castles, tarts topped in glistening pastel fruit, poached pears in a swirling golden sauce, candied dates wearing miniature crowns, and oysters on ice with pink pearls that glistened under the light.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Abundance wears many faces. The got of plenty is also the god of decay. There can be no life without death, no feast without famine.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Six Scorched Roses

“Bagna càuda with a plentiful variety of steamed winter vegetables and a rich anchovy sauce, thinly cut slices of warmed salt pork, a tofu and leek gratin, rice cooked in an earthenware pot with vegetables and chopped oysters, and miso soup--- the dishes had a vitality to them which came from using only the freshest ingredients, and though the seasoning was unobtrusive, all the flavors had pleasing depth. Weren't oysters supposed to be good for fertility? Rika thought as she brought to her lips a mouthful of rice enriched with soy sauce, whose smell put her in mind of the sea, shooting a glance over at her friend. She realized that she had more of an appetite than she could remember having in a long time, and that if this was largely owing to how delicious the food was, it was also in part to do with the way Ryōsuke ate, as if in a state of ecstasy.”
― Asako Yuzuki, Butter

“One day, sadly not so long from now, you will find yourself looking back with either great pride or grand penitence. Life is short. BELONG.”
― Broms The Poet, FEAST: The Second Serving: Revised, Revitalized, and Re-Realized

“Tucking into the bite-sized pie decorated with the orange carrot flower, her eyes widened at how delicious the braised new onions and carrots were, the cumin perfectly drawing out their sweetness. The main dish of lamb, cut from the bone as soon as it was placed on the table, was so glorious to behold that it made her heart race. Protected by its wall of sweet breadcrumbs, orange peel and fresh coriander, the meat had the robust smell of a grassy plain. The strawberry mousse served as dessert, brought out after the hard rich orange cheese that reminded her of dried mullet roe, was fluffy and soft, sweet yet tart. For the first time this year, Rika felt that the season when all the flowers would come into bloom was at arm's reach.”
― Asako Yuzuki, Butter

“Angels waltz around like in one of my daydreams, glitter-dusted as the faeries I was warned about as a child. They're mystic, with spindly limbs and gossamer hair and skin that glows. Their wings unfurl behind them, some gilded and others adorned with pale pink shimmer. They flutter across the flower-filled glade, twirling like falling feathers. A few of the angels thread starlight into garlands or coax the flowers to bloom. A train of them braid baby's breath into one another's hair. Others lay fruit in front of what looks like shrines--- seashells brimming with water and floating petals that gleam with reflections of the moon.
It's like something out of a storybook. Lanterns are strung between the evergreens, casting their light over a long table. On top of a silk tablecloth, candelabras drip with wax and flowers are strewn about--- cerise roses, vibrant marigolds, velvet violets, and pale bluebells. Fresh fruit spills out of a giant shell like a cornucopia--- mangoes, peaches, guavas, champagne grapes and deep red cherries. Dark wine fills crystal cups. Rose-jam tarts with wild raspberries and hibiscus petals pile alongside tea cakes piped with custard and sugared primroses. In the center of the feast is a roasted duck glazed with honey and decorated with slices of pineapple. The smell of buttered potatoes lingers in the air, fragrant with hints of rosemary and garlic.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“The dining room has been transformed into a fairy garden this evening. Flowers are strewn across the long table--- magnolias, anemones, and roses--- paired with hydrangea-and-peony centerpieces. Long taper candles flicker over the display, complemented by the remaining sunlight. A feast sprawls out from one end of the table to the other, a medley of some of my favorites--- crab cioppino with bright tomatoes and red wine, garlic bread flecked with parsley, linguine and clams swimming in broth, seared abalone presented in its opalescent shell, fresh oysters on a bed of ice.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“Thanksgiving Day, the day we feast. The day we pray, and eat the beast.”
― Amy Weinland Daughters, You Cannot Mess This Up: A True Story That Never Happened

“A feast will leave your heart empty.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Are you hungry for rain, because a feast is coming?”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Eat bees and you will have a stinging appetite.”
― Anthony T. Hincks