Quotes About Begging

So the gods," Moash said, nursing his own drink, "were pleased that you solved problems on your own . . . by going to other gods and begging them for help instead?" "Hush," Rock said. "Is good story.

1. First of all, "ask for guidance." As it turns out, this is remarkably important, and it's something most of us almost always forget to do. It seems that there is something about actually asking that jump-starts a process. And sometimes asking repeatedly is required. Even begging.

It should be obvious that banning begging or criminalising rough sleeping will do little to combat homelessness.

Still the congenitally clueless—tourists and locals alike—continue to flop into the Gulf and mess with these phenomenal creatures, dooming them to a future of begging, sloth, and worse. A dolphin that swims close enough to take a treat from your fingers is also close enough to be stabbed by a scumbag with a screwdriver.

It's so easy to lie. What's even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don't have to face the truth, don't have to feel alone.

In vain you beg, in vain you ache, in vain you've opened your wrecked heart wide. Perhaps in heaven the rainclouds quake because we both have cried?

when truth is rejected, spend your time on those who will receive it instead of begging closed-hearted people to reconsider.

What has he in his hand there? cried Starbuck, pointing to something wavingly held by the German. Impossible!—a lamp-feeder! Not that, said Stubb, no, no, it's a coffee-pot, Mr. Starbuck; he's coming off to make us our coffee, is the Yarman; don't you see that big tin can there alongside of him?—that's his boiling water. Oh! he's all right, is the Yarman. Go along with you, cried Flask, it's a lamp-feeder and an oil-can. He's out of oil, and has come a-begging.

They really kicked me out? Refunded the tuition and everything. Julie blinked a couple of times coming to grips with this tidbit. So what happens now? I expect you'll be a bum. Homeless and jobless begging on the street for a crust of bread... Kate. Oh, alright, I suppose if you come by the office once in a while I'll give you a sandwich. You can squat in the office on the floor when it gets too cold outside. We can even get you a little blanket to lie on...

Begging for love and charitising in turn.

And when a whisper became a begging it was time to move on.

I've never begged. not for anything... except my mother's love.And that was a useless waste of time.

It would've been easier to die. It's not that I want to be dead now. I don't. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn't help but think that it would've been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.

Most people do not pray; they only beg.

Common people do not pray, my lord: they only beg

Borrowing is not much better than begging.

I didn't say any more because when you hate, you don't beg...

A homeless man with a dog approached us and put his hand out. This happens to be something I have a real problem with: homeless people with pets who approach you for food. How can they have the nerve to beg for food when they have a perfectly delicious dog standing right there? I didn't care if this guy understood English or not. Tell me when you're out of dog, buddy. Then we can talk about splitting a falafel.

we've produced a generation of spiritual panhandlers, begging for coins of wisdom, banging like bums on every closed door...if an old man moves into a shack or a cave and lets his beard grow, people will flock from miles around just to read his no trespassing sign

I start to walk up the stairs and he rants about what an asshole I am and what his father's gonna do to me and then he's begging, "Gimme a copy of the David Foster Wallace! I'll read it! I'll read it and then you can make a test I swear! Joe! Joe!" The basement is insulated. Mr. Mooney put his money into making this place a private place. Benji can scream all he wants and nobody's gonna hear him,

Let him beg, it won't do him no good.

had to beg a fare in the metro—missing the

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.

I began absolutely non-stop tormenting my parents, begging them on a daily basis to move there.