57 Quotes About Feast

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...

The ultimate feast! Turkey, dressing, pies, memories.Laughter carries over squabbles and fleeting tears.Game time, go! Heightened adrenaline; increased appetites. Oh, the parade! Marching bands, floats and giant balloons.Stuff the turkey, stuff your tummies! Eat up, eat more!Thanksgiving joys shared with beloved family and friends.

We came to fight, but find only feasts.

Each time I forget to feast, I fast in order to remember.

Sticks and StonesI dreamt a fossil came to lifeand told a tale of his former wifeDid she beat him? Where?She broke his fingers on the stairsAnd tore out lumps of his orange hairHow could she?Then she gave him pride of placeAt an archaeological feast in his honourA prehistoric horse was the main course!© Stewart Stafford, 2020. All rights reserved.

So, blessed be this season [Bealtaine], blessed be the light of Our Lady, for it is these that point to You. It is why we cherish our feast, and the time and seasons You have sent us. For in them, You teach and, in our ancestors, labours and traditions we learn.

And on that table was the most impressive assortment of food: salmon mousse in the shape of a salmon; cold chickens; quail; a huge platter of oysters, shrimp and lobster claws; all kinds of salads; fruits and cheese. It was all so beautifully arranged that I hardly dared to touch it. At one end was a huge bowl of peaches.

He calls for food. Who will feed me? I, who have fed so many, am hungry. Bring me food. Let there be food. Oysters on a silver salver. He drinks them from their shells. Sweet skewers of pork with a peanut glaze. He tears them with his teeth. Filo parcels of feta and spinach. He breaks them with his hands. His prayer is answered. The feast surrounds him.

A festive din now rose and echoed through the palace halls. Lighted lamps hung from the coffered ceiling rich with gold leaf, and torches with high flames prevailed over the night.