I, who ne'erWent for myself a begging, go a borrowing,And that for others. Borrowing's much the sameAs begging; just as lending upon usuryIs much the same as thieving.
Borrowing is not much better than begging.
We should not have a tin cup out for something as important as the arts in this country, the richest in the world. Creative artists are always begging, but always being used when it's time to show us at our best.
There is a generation begging for you to be real. . . and to be real now.
I'm not begging to be remembered or whatever. I did my thing, and if you remember, that's even better. But if you don't, there's so many other things going on.
Every day I have spent in Uganda has been beautifully overwhelming; everywhere I have looked, raw, filthy, human need and brokenness have been on display, begging for someone to meet them, fix them. And even though I realize I cannot always mend or meet, I can enter in. I can enter into someone's pain and sit with them and know. This is Jesus. Not that He apologizes for the hard and the hurt, but that he enters in, He comes with us to the hard places. And so I continue to enter.
Give, but, if possible, spare the poor man the shame of begging.
It is not begging but the beggar, who has forfeited favor with the elect.
A nun I know once told me she kept begging God to take her character defects away from her. After years of this prayer, God finally got back to her: I'm not going to take anything away from you, you have to give it to Me.
[Donald] Trump seems to be begging for a fight or is it begging for a distraction?
There are Universes begging for Gods, yet he hangs around this one looking for work.
Opportunity often goes begging. Luck, never.
Borrowing is not much better than begging; just as lending with interest is not much better than stealing.
The world is begging for you to lead.
I am a poor student sitting at the feet of giants, yearning for their wisdom and begging for lessons that might one day make me a complete artist, so that if all goes well, I may one day sit beside them.
I get letters from little girls begging me to adopt them.
A man never got a woman back. . . not by begging on his knees.
I began absolutely non-stop tormenting my parents, begging them on a daily basis to move there.
God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?
Begging for acknowledgment, or even asking, diminishes dignity and diminishes power.