| I looked over at Ethan, his eyes on me, a sudden flash of desire in his eyes, I knew he still hungered for me as my lips curled into a smile. |
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| Aye, he was a kind and strong leader, but he hungered after adventure and ran after it with haste. |
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| A hunter of big names, he hungered to become one himself, and won through the invention of his fairy tales. |
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| Tell it to all those who hungered and thirsted and prayed and begged for help. |
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| Many others who, in classical times, hungered after gold came to a sticky end. |
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| But while Bill Alexander's new production has a fine, sombre, subfusc dignity, there were times when I guiltily hungered for a little more playful malevolence. |
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| It offered a vision of freedom and prosperity for which countries hungered after decades under communist rule. |
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| As for O'Brien, finally in the job he had hungered after for a decade, his viewership was awful too, barely half the five million drawn by Leno. |
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| Jesus called those who hungered for righteousness, and longed for spiritual understanding. |
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| And he did eat nothing in those days: and when they were completed, he hungered. |
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| Participation is what we were denied, and what we hungered for. |
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| The product of a lonely and rootless childhood, she seems always to have hungered for public recognition and apparently never considered marriage. |
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| The Creoles hungered for subtle statements of rebellion against the Spanish, some of which they made by adopting black-infused Cuban music and dance forms. |
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| Especially so since Kanye West, who always hungered to be the world's most influential rapper-producer-fashionista, entered Kim Kardashian's reality circus. |
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| Britain and France hungered for the rebels' cotton, but Seward threatened to make war if those countries recognised the Confederacy, and ultimately they did not. |
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| For decades conservative ideologues chased Utopian visions, whatever the cost, while liberals hungered for political reforms. That has changed in recent years. |
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| One only has to look at the sheer ravenousness with which Elena Ferrante's Neapolitan novels about female friendship have been devoured over the past few years to see that art that passes the Bechdel test is hungered for. |
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| Ironically, too, the wine was a yeared Bollinger of almost carnal subtlety and while Sutcliffe's stomach quailed his palate hungered for the treat. |
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