help

Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

I think my school friends wanted to help me through cancer, but they eventually found out that they couldn’t. For one thing, there was no through.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

‘Lost’ holds a very special place in people’s hearts and I wouldn’t presume to say that ‘FlashForward’ will replace ‘Lost.’ I think it provides a lot of the same adrenaline and fascination and entertainment. It will help ease the pain of losing ‘Lost!’ I think it will appeal to the very same audience.

Sonya Walger

Reading is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. Its chief purpose is to help towards filling in the framework which is made up of the talents and capabilities that each individual possesses.

Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf

Be of service. Whether you make yourself available to a friend or co-worker, or you make time every month to do volunteer work, there is nothing that harvests more of a feeling of empowerment than being of service to someone in need.

Gillian Anderson

If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.

John F. Kennedy

With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God’s work must truly be our own.

John F. Kennedy

I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I’m tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we’s comin from or goin’ to or why. I’m tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I’m tired of all the times I’ve wanted to help and couldn’t. I’m tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it’s the pain. There’s too much. If I could end it, I would. But I cain’t.

Stephen King, The Green Mile

Dude, stow the touchy-feely-self-help-yoga crap. It’s not helping!

Dean Winchester, Supernatural

Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.

Stephen King, It

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