Neneh Cherry Quotes

A little child in Ethiopia will die before this song is through.

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

Sometime in your life, hope that you might see one starved man, the look on his face when the bread finally arrives. Hope that you might have baked it or bought or even kneaded it yourself. For that look on his face, for your meeting his eyes across a piece of bread, you might be willing to lose a lot, or suffer a lot, or die a little, even.

And who is any of us, that without starvation he can go through the kingdoms of starvation?

I have seen what the days of tribulation can do to people. I have seen hunger stalk the streets of Europe. I have witnessed the appalling, emaciated shadows of human figures. I have seen women and children scavenge army garbage dumps for scraps of food. Those scenes and nameless faces cannot be erased from my memory.

A hungry stomach cannot hear.

To eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children.

There are thousands of houses in England at this moment where wives, mothers and children are dying of hunger. When the first paroxysm of your grief is past ... come with me, and we will never rest until the Corn Law is repealed.

No agitation for political reforms could be carried on by a plague-stricken and starving people. Food was what they needed and most urgently demanded. The political argument died away, drowned in cries and petitions for relief, lost in weepings and wailings for the victims who were perishing in hundreds by the roadsides, in the fields, and in their bare and empty houses.

It is impossible to describe the suffering and misery on every side. The only food was a mixture of treebark, roots and clay.

We know that for children, hunger is especially devastating.

Hunger can bring out the worst in us.

I put my son's nutritional needs first, and existed on pasta and thin air more times than I would dare to admit.

You eat anything when you need energy to survive and there's nothing in your body, when you are becoming just bones and tissues and muscles and I don't wish those circumstances on anybody.

There are children in Africa, starving to death, and you don't hear them whinging.

Alone of human beings the good and wise mother stands on a plane of equal honor with the bravest soldier; for she has gladly gone down to the brink of the chasm of darkness to bring back the children in whose hands rests the future of the years.

it is easy to starve, but it is difficult to stoop.

Hunger is never delicate.

Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection admits a sacrifice.

I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war.

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve.

All I can think of is the emaciated bodies of children on our kitchen table as my mother prescribes what the parent's can't give. More food.

My mom missed meals on several occasions because there was only enough food to feed all of us. My mom didn't have a bed until I was 15 years old. She slept on a couch... I remember laying with her, like I used to sleep with my mom until I was like 12. I was a big baby; I'm a momma's boy. But my mom is my best friend, and never let me down, ever.