Eleanor Mondale Quotes

It was a real hand-to-mouth existence in those early days - I'd have whatever dry cereal there was in the house for breakfast, 30 cents to spend on lunch and a hot dog for dinner. I did that for years. So there was definitely a hunger in me, of various kinds, to succeed.

I have been down and out, living in Brooklyn, no money even for a subway, no food whatsoever. Like, I remember just sitting in my room all day - even my television wasn't working!

I don't just live in a bubble in Los Angeles. I'm on the road all the time. I say hello to people everywhere. That way, you get to see what despair is around the holidays. People are making terrible choices: Do I have heat in the winter or food on the table? Decisions between filling the gas tank or buying a gift for a kid.

And one thing to be remembered: it is not that the people who are poor, starving, become frustrated with life - no. They cannot become frustrated. They have not lived yet - how can they be frustrated? They have hopes. A poor man always has hopes that something is going to happen - if not today then tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow; if not in this life then in the next life.

I used to walk to the Washington Monument from North L Street Northwest. And I was so hungry at times, I would stop and look into the trash cans, and if there was a half a sandwich, I would take that sandwich and eat it. It was just a matter of survival. I didn't think much of it, but it was just the way things were.

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

I know exactly what it's like to not have a penny. I know exactly what it's like trying to get a job. I know exactly what it's like having bloody one tin of Ambrosia left in the cupboard. But I know I can survive.

Was on my last leg, I couldn't even borrow my friend's extra peg.

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

The rocky time came right after I left school. I spent a lot of time at night navigating the streets of Paris trying to find something to eat.

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

The war years were the most difficult time of my life. There was real famine in Moscow. The water froze inside the houses. There was no heat.

When people are hungry, when a mother or father is facing a child that they can't feed, you can't ask that family to lay down their arms.

I started writing lyrics out of desperation. I was broke and wondering where my next job, my next meal was coming from, although I had had several successful revue songs on Broadway.

There were days when my father didn't have money for food, and we slept hoping the next day something could be got from work.

I had spent many days hungry; had slept on railway stations at times because I did not have money to pay for a hotel room... there were moments when I felt I had compromised my dignity as a human being and as an actor.

Hunger is the teacher of many.

What can he do who lacks the necessary work, if he comes to be unemployed? He has nothing but to let himself die of hunger. Then a few phrases of pity will thrown on his cadaver.

I used to fill my stomach with water because I didn't have money to pay for food.

I lost my mom when I was seven, and at some point in my life having food it was like a big deal for me because it was not every day.

A lot of times I went to sleep hungry, and not because I was cutting weight for a fight.

Where I grew up, there were times when we didn't have anything to eat.

Hunger can bring out the worst in us.

I've lived out in a park sleeping on the grass with no place to go; I've not eaten. I've been there.

Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with a few pieces. The elements couldn't be more simple, nor the stakes higher. Physically it is extraordinarily arduous, and morally it is killing...You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you're at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and you feel you're the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish