NOURISHED

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 Dictionary entry overview: What does nourished mean? 

• NOURISHED (adjective)
  The adjective NOURISHED has 1 sense:

1. being provided with adequate nourishment

  Familiarity information: NOURISHED used as an adjective is very rare.

 Dictionary entry details 

• NOURISHED (adjective)

Sense 1

Meaning:

Being provided with adequate nourishment

Similar:

corn-fed (fed on corn)

full; replete (filled to satisfaction with food or drink)

well-fed; well-nourished (properly nourished)

overfed (too well nourished)

stall-fed ((of livestock) kept and fed in a stall in order to fatten for the market)

Antonym:

malnourished (not being provided with adequate nourishment)

 Context examples 

The placenta that nourished the baby follows.

(Childbirth, Dept. of Health and Human Services Office on Women's Health)

It was a long, cruel chase, but he was better nourished than they, and in the end outran them.

(White Fang, by Jack London)

Tiny human blood vessels — known as capillaries- had developed inside the mice which nourished the new kidney structures.

(Scientists Create Functioning Kidney Tissue, The Titi Tudorancea Bulletin)

His features were peaky and sallow, and his little pointed beard was thready and ill-nourished.

(The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

I sit down by the fire, thinking with a blind remorse of all those secret feelings I have nourished since my marriage.

(David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens)

And he could not help but contrast it with the weak pipings and shrill quaverings of factory girls, ill-nourished and untrained, and with the raucous shriekings from gin-cracked throats of the women of the seaport towns.

(Martin Eden, by Jack London)

That part of me which I had the power of projecting, had lately been much exercised and nourished; it had seemed to me of late as though the body of Edward Hyde had grown in stature, as though (when I wore that form) I were conscious of a more generous tide of blood; and I began to spy a danger that, if this were much prolonged, the balance of my nature might be permanently overthrown, the power of voluntary change be forfeited, and the character of Edward Hyde become irrevocably mine.

(The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson)

Yet such must be the impression conveyed to you by what appears to be the purport of my actions. Yet I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

(Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)

Yet here you bring me to a shred of a man, peaky and ill-nourished, with eyes like a moulting owl, who must needs, forsooth, take counsel with his mother ere he buckle sword to girdle.

(The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

(The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald)