She returned to her room to clean herself up, cursing peanut butter for ruining her appetite as she went.
It was near ten o'clock the next morning when Martha awoke in a festive mood with the appetite of a hibernating bear.
I don't have the appetite of the beast, he said, lifting his chin to the glowing silver eyes across the corridor.
He had never seen a woman with an appetite like hers, yet found it heartwarming for some reason.
The weight of those secrets robbed her of her appetite and made her feel tired again, even after a full night of rest.
Lana lowered the soup, her appetite gone.
Anti-sleepers and appetite suppressants.
Lana found herself eating faster than she should have, hungry for real food after ten days of appetite suppressants and the dehydrated staples that she'd stuffed her bag full of.
Bloating... definitely; fatigue and cravings... well, she had been tired, but her appetite had decreased, not increased.
Jessi wasn't about to cave to his appetite, but Toni was almost begging.
Hastings was a man of immense industry, with an insatiable appetite for detail.
The excessive delicacy of his constitution, not pampered appetite, exacted some unusual indulgences.
The pettiest princeling had his army, his palaces, his multitudes of household officers; and most of them pampered every vulgar appetite without respect either to morality or to decency.
The public appetite, however, for " mysticism " was not keen.
And finally she made a wicked plan to satisfy her depraved appetite for pork.
But her appetite, which left her a few weeks ago, has returned, and her sleep seems more quiet and natural.
During this fast they abstain from the gratification of every appetite and passion whatever.
Some have such a vast appetite for the former commodity, that is, the news, and such sound digestive organs, that they can sit forever in public avenues without stirring, and let it simmer and whisper through them like the Etesian winds, or as if inhaling ether, it only producing numbness and insensibility to pain--otherwise it would often be painful to bear--without affecting the consciousness.
Signs were hung out on all sides to allure him; some to catch him by the appetite, as the tavern and victualling cellar; some by the fancy, as the dry goods store and the jeweller's; and others by the hair or the feet or the skirts, as the barber, the shoemaker, or the tailor.
They are but one appetite, and we only need to see a person do any one of these things to know how great a sensualist he is.