Worship does not satisfy our hunger for God; it whets our appetite.— Eugene H. Peterson
Most Powerful Whet quotations
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
We celebrate the First Advent to whet our appetites for the Second. We long for the next coming.
the best way to sharpen a knife is not to whet one side of it only.
And neither can you solve a riddle by considering only one end of it.
Danger was the grindstone on which the swordsman whetted his spirit.
Enemies were teachers in disguise.
Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.
Furthermore I will just have to see what the future will bring me.
But a change of food whets the appetite.
Faith is a function of the heart. It must be enforced by reason. The two are not antagonistic as some think. The more intense one's faith is, the more it whets one's reason. When faith becomes blind it dies.
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke strops our vice.
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice. Where is the skillful swordsman who can give clean wounds, and not rip up his work with the other edge?
my crime books are actually novels and are written as such.
One might even say that each one is really two novels, one of which is the story I tell the reader, and the other the buried story I know and let slip now and then into a clue to whet the reader's interest.
Recreation is intended to the mind as whetting is to the scythe, to sharpen the edge of it, which otherwise would grow dull and blunt,--as good no scythe as no edge.
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose - easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
[ Mrs. James, my fifth-grade teacher] introduced us to these authors early on and taught us that their literature is important. Langston Hughes - we read his poetry. We studied who W.E.B DuBois was. And so she whetted our appetites.
Epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write;
And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!
Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.
He who whets his steel, whets his courage
Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger;
it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend.
The Plot Against The Giant First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers. It will check him. Second Girl I shall run before him, Arching cloths besprinkled with colors As small as fish-eggs. The threads Will abash him. Third Girl Oh, la...le pauvre! I shall run before him, With a curious puffing. He will bend his ear then. I shall whisper Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals. It will undo him.
Anyone buying this book is going to be out a tidy sum if he is sucked in by the title. I wish I could write a real sexy book that would be barred from the mails. Apparently nothing whets a reader's appetite for literature more than the news that the author has been thrown into a federal pokey for disturbing the libido of millions of Americans.
Winning doesn't satisfy us -- we need to do it again, and again.
The taste of success seems merely to whet the appetite for more. When we lose, the compulsion to seek future success is overpowering; the need to get out on the course the following weekend is irresistible. We cannot quit when we are ahead, after we've won, and we certainly cannot quit when we're behind, after we've lost. We are addicted.
Our minds are like our stomachs; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetites.
Temperance and labor are the two best virtues. Labor whets the appetite, temperance curbs it.
To me many short poems read and write like beginnings that simply whet my appetite; I want to get over that.
I feel like a lot of the films I do, part of the reason I like doing them is I'm not 100 percent sure what it's going to be. It's exciting. I read an equal amount of very generic scripts, and you kind of know exactly what those are and that doesn't whet my appetite. I already know what it is or I already know what the character is. It's just a lot harder to get interested.
Comic books are just a way to show a story.
Then there are the movies, and television and exhibits like this that take the stories and make them seem so realistic. In the comic book, you're just reading a story - hopefully a good, exciting story that whets your appetite for all of this stuff to come.
I was never capable of being an average pupil.
I would either seem refractory to any teaching and give the impression of being completely dumb or I would fling myself on my work with a frenzy, a patience, and a willingness to learn that astonished everybody. But to awaken my zeal, it was necessary to offer me something I liked. Once my appetite had been whetted, I became ravenously hungry.
Loneliness is the fundamental force that urgees mystics to a deeper union with God... An experience of God quenches this thirst for the absolute but at the same time, paradoxiacally, whets it, because this is an experience that can never be total; by necessity, the knowledge of God is always partial. So loneliness opens up mystics to a desire to love each other and every human being as God loves them.
Hunger whets everything, especially Suspicion and Indignation.
As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set;
Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.
Evil tongues never want a whet.
Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.
A philosopher ... is not fairly judged by his eccentricities, nor by the frailties to which he is liable; still less should his philosophy as a whole fall into ill-repute because of those among its devotees who have stumbled into wells, or who aimlessly pass their lives in whetting their faculties and then neglecting to use them.
We encounter the grinding wheels that sharpen our mental blades many places in life. Adversity, school, parents, spiritual guides, books, experience are all sharpening teachers. As we grow older, to stay sharp we must find new grindstones to whet and sharpen our potential and keep us at our brightest, most penetrating best.