1 He felt cold and stiff and hungry, and ashamed of being hungry.
2 The moist hungry earth, waiting upturned for the cotton seeds, showed pinkish on the sandy tops of furrows, vermilion and scarlet and maroon where shadows lay along the sides of the trenches.
3 Well, I must admit we did a bit of private looting in that corn, for we were all pretty hungry and what the General don't know won't hurt him.
4 Always the rising chorus swelled: "We are hungry, your wife, your babies, your parents."
5 He was almost barefoot, crawling with lice, and he was hungry, but his irascible spirit was unimpaired.
6 It needed salt badly but she was too hungry to hunt for it.
7 Yet here she was exposed to the sun in a broken-down wagon with a broken-down horse, dirty, sweaty, hungry, helpless to do anything but plod along at a snail's pace through a deserted land.
8 This was the end of the road, quivering old age, sickness, hungry mouths, helpless hands plucking at her skirts.
9 I'm going to live through this, and when it's over, I'm never going to be hungry again.
10 Somewhere a barefoot army in dirty homespun was marching, fighting, sleeping, hungry and weary with the weariness that comes when hope is gone.
11 Hers was not the only troublesome appetite at Tara, for wherever she turned hungry faces, black and white, met her eyes.
12 The sight of them drove her almost to madness, for she was as hungry as they.
13 None of us will ever be hungry or cold.
14 Strained and hungry faces, black and white, were staring at her, mutely asking her to provide food.
15 She was bitterly cold and hungry and so fearful of what lurked in the mists about her that she tried to scream and could not.