"Insatiate" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... lord," said the countess, with an arch yet half-melancholy smile, "because that pride, or ambition, name it as thou wilt, which thou excusest so gallantly, would become too insatiate and limitless if thou sawest a male heir to thy greatness; and God, perhaps, warns thee that, spread and increase as thou wilt,—yea, until half our native country becometh as the manor of one man,—all must pass ...
— The Last Of The Barons, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... night-mare, something told The what and wherefore of the effigies grim— The wolfish, never-resting, tombless man, Voicelessly haunting that ancestral home— Yea of his destiny for evermore To suffer fearful life-in-death, until A victim suffer'd from the sons of men, To soothe the cravings of insatiate hell; An agony for age undergone— An agony for ages to be borne, Hope, ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 349, November, 1844 • Various
... your inviting scenes of philosophic solitude, whither the insatiate love of true-born Liberty had led me, I beheld her Genius ascending, not in the spurious character and habit of a blood-thirsty Fury, armed with daggers and instruments of murder, and followed by a frantic and intoxicated multitude, but under the placid and chaste aspect of ...
— The Ruins • C. F. [Constantin Francois de] Volney
... whole monstrous range seemed to be suddenly endowed, the darkness as of night, the violent revolving of the snow which beat and broke it into spray and blinded them, the madness of everything around insatiate for destruction, the rapid substitution of furious violence for unnatural calm, and hosts of appalling sounds for silence: these were things, on the edge of a deep abyss, to chill the blood, though the fierce wind, made actually ...
— No Thoroughfare • Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins
... seemed to me—I know not whether equally so to others—that the eloquence to which I had been listening had sprung from a depth where lay turbid dregs of disappointment—where moved troubling impulses of insatiate yearnings and disquieting aspirations. I was sure St. John Rivers—pure-lived, conscientious, zealous as he was—had not yet found that peace of God which passeth all understanding: he had no more found it, I thought, than had ...
— Jane Eyre - an Autobiography • Charlotte Bronte
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