Begging Quotes

“The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with
disappointment to the ground”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You will never gain anyone's approval by begging for it. When you stand confident in your own worth, respect follows.”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman–Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass: Embracing Singleness with Confidence

“Once you embrace your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes when others think less of you.”
― Rob Liano

“He is sorry-
For everything-
For Prentisstown-
For Viola-
For Ben-
For every failure and every wrong-
For letting his pa down-
And he's looking up at me-
And he's begging me-
He's begging me-
Like I'm the only one who can forgive him-
Like it's only me who's got the power-
Todd?-
Please-
And all I can say is "Davy-"
And the fright and the terror in his Noise is too much-
It's too much-
And then it stops.
Davy slumps, eyes still open, eyes still staring back at me, eyes still asking (I swear) for me to forgive him.
And he lies there, still.
Davy Prentiss is dead.”
― Patrick Ness, The Ask and the Answer

“Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles.”
― Benedict Cumberbatch

“A true friend doesn't have guts; they beat you up and later plead with you to beat them back.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“I'll take care of you. Just... just live. Please live.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I got nervous at bulls and eagles,
Trying to figure what shape Zeus might take for sex
When it could be your turn next. But now I don't care any longer,
I've come to my senses, your profile leaves me cold.
Why am I different? you ask. I'll tell you. Because you keep nagging
For presents. That's what turns me off.”
― Ovid, The Erotic Poems

“Never beg for mercy. Accept that you have failed. Begging is for dogs and humans.”
― Paolo Bacigalupi, The Drowned Cities

“I refuse to leave you here.'

Emerie's pained face told Nesta enough: she understood. Saw the logic.

Nesta said to Gwyn. 'It is the only way.'

Gwyn screamed. 'IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!' And then she was sobbing. 'I will not abandon you to them. They will kill you.'

'You need to go,' Nesta said, even as her hands began shaking. 'Now.'

'No,' Gwyn wept. 'No, I won't. I'll face it with you.'

Something deep in Nesta's chest cracked. Cracked open completely, and what lay within bloomed, full and bright and pure.

She wrapped her arms around Gwyn. Let her friend sob into her chest. 'I'll face it with you,' Gwyn whispered, over and over again. 'Promise me we'll face it together.'

Nesta couldn't stop her tears. The chill wind froze them on her cheeks. 'I promise,' she breathed, stroking Gwyn's matted hair. 'I promise.'

Gwyn sobbed, and Nesta let herself sob with her, squeezing her tightly. Letting her stroking hand come to rest on Gwyn's neck.

A pinch in the right spot, exactly on the pressure point Cassina had shown her, and it was done.

Gwyn went down. Unconscious.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Camilla sobbed, and then gently pulled him onto her lap, stroking his head.

'Please. Please get up.'

She had read enough fairy tales as a young girl to know that the prince was supposed to wake the love of his life with a kiss. But Envy was a demon, and Camilla was no damsel in distress. She pressed her lips to his forehead.

He didn't magically stir.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“You’re practically begging for it, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“No.”

His chuckle rasped over her senses. “I like begging, Reagan.”

“I’m not going to beg.”

He was silent for a moment, his fingers still playing, and she wondered if she’d said the wrong thing. Then he said softly, “Damn.”
― Kelly Jamieson, Power Shift

“I adore you, Emilia Ward, let me worship you and I will be your dog, your slave… anything you want. Just don’t leave me.”
― Amanda Lance, Endangered Hearts

“If you beg for money or resources, more begging will be increasingly required. Begging exacerbates void and lack. Instead of begging, find some people to provide value to and ensure that they pay you according to the value you provide.”
― Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr, The Wealth Reference Guide: An American Classic

“I'm sorry.'

It was those two words that shattered me. Shattered me in a way I didn't know I could still be broken, a rending of every tether and leash.

Stay with the High Lord. The Suriel's last warning. Stay... and live to see everything righted.

A lie. A lie, as Rhys had lied to me. Stay with the High Lord.

Stay.

For there... the torn scraps of the mating bond. Floating on a phantom wind inside me. I grasped at them- tugged at them, as if he'd answer.

Stay. Stay, stay, stay.

I clung to those scraps and remnants, clawing at the voice that lurked beyond.

Stay.

I looked up at Tarquin, lip curling back from my teeth. Looked at Helion. And Thesan. And Beon and Kallias, Viviane weeping at his side. And I snarkled, 'Bring him back.'

Blank faces.

I screamed at them, 'BRING HIM BACK.'

Nothing.

'You did it for me,' I said, breathing hard. 'Now do it for him.'

'You were human,' Helion said carefully. 'It is not the same-'

'I don't care. Do it.' When they didn't move, I rallied the dregs of my power, readying to rip into their minds and force them, not caring what rules or laws it broke. I wouldn't care, only if-

Tarquin stepped forward. He slowly extended his hand toward me.

'For what he gave,' Tarquin said quietly. 'Today and for many years before.'

And as the seed of light appeared in his palm... I began crying again. Watched it drop onto Rhys's bare throat and vanish onto the skin beneath, an echo of light flaring once.

Helion stepped forward. That kernel of light in his hand flickered as it fell onto Rhys's skin.

Then Kallias. And Thesan.

Until only Beron stood there.

Mor drew her sword and laid it on his throat. He jerked, having not seen her move. 'I do not mind making one more kill today,' she said.

Beron gave her a withering glare, but shoved off the sword and strode forward. He practically chucked that fleck of light onto Rhys. I didn't care about that, either.

I didn't know the spell, the power it came from. But I was High Lady.

I held out my palm. Willing the spark of life to appear. Nothing happened.

I took a steadying breath, remembering how it had looked. 'Tell me how,' I growled to no one.

Thesan coughed and stepped forward. Explaining the core of power and on and on and I didn't care, but I listened, until-

There. Small as a sunflower seed, it appeared in my palm. A bit of me- my life.

I laid it gently on Rhys's blood-crusted throat.

And I realised, just as he appeared, what was missing.

Tamlin stood there, summoned by either the death of a fellow High Lord or one of the others around me. He was splattered in mud and gore, his new bandolier of knives mostly empty.

He studied Rhys, lifeless before me. Studied all of us- the palms still out.

There was no kindness on his face. No mercy.

'Please,' was all I said to him.

Then Tamlin glanced between us- me and my mate. His face did not change.

'Please,' I wept. 'I will- I will give you anything-'

Something shifted in his eyes at that. But not kindness. No emotion at all.

I laid my head on Rhysand's chest, listening for any kind of heartbeat through that armour.

'Anything,' I breathed to no one in particular. 'Anything.'

Steps scuffed on the rocky ground. I braced myself for another set of hands trying to pull me away, and dug my fingers in harder.

The steps remained behind me for long enough that I looked.

Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn't place.

'Be happy, Feyre,' he said quietly.

And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I'm trying to do the honourable thing and not take advantage of you after you've had a shit day.' His jaw flexes.

I smile and kiss the side of his mouth. 'It's always a shit day around here. And it's not taking advantage when I'm asking' -my teeth nip at his lips- 'correction, begging you to make my day better.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“So Nesta held her sister tightly, with Time halted around them, and she whispered, 'If you show me how to save her, you can have it back.'

The world paused. Worlds beyond their own paused.

Nesta buried her face in the cold sweat of Feyre's neck. She opened that place within herself, and said to the Mother, to the Cauldron, 'I'll give back what I took from you. Just show me how to save them- her and Rhysand and the baby.' Rhysand- her brother. That's what he was, wasn't he? Her brother, who had offered her kindness even when she knew he wanted to throttle her. And she him. and the baby... her nephew. Blood of her blood. She would save him, save them, even if it took everything. 'Show me,' she pleaded.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You’re impossible,” I groaned, shoving against his shoulder.

“You mean unattainable.” He didn’t budge.

“You didn’t seem unattainable when you were begging me to kiss you.”

“I was being charitable. Where would people like you be without my generosity?”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“Begging for ‘isms’ is not only worse than begging for economic aid but also becomes a slippery slope for the decline of a nation.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“You can barely sleep through the night,' he said carefully.

I retorted, 'Neither can you.'

But he just plowed ahead, 'You can barely handle being around other people-'

'You promised.' My voice cracked. And I didn't care that I was begging. 'I need to get out of this house.'

'Have Bron take you and Ianthe on a ride-'

'I don't want to go for a ride!' I splayed my arms. 'I don't want to go for a ride, or a picnic, or pick wildflowers. I want to do something. So take me with you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Amren,' Varian said, and sank onto his knees. 'I am begging you-'
...
She looked to Varian, a wry smile on her red mouth. 'I watched them most- the humans who loved. I never understood it- how it happened. Why it happened.' She paused a step away from the Cauldron. 'I think I might have learned with you, though. Perhaps that was a last gift, too.'

Varian's face twisted with anguish. But he made no further move to stop her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Even after everything he's put me through, if he's ready to ask for it instead of just taking it then I will walk to the ends of the earth for him.”
― Leila Mottley, Nightcrawling

“Rather beg than steal.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“I refuse to leave you here.'

Emerie's pained face told Nesta enough: she understood. Saw the logic.

Nesta said to Gwyn. 'It is the only way.'

Gwyn screamed. 'IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!' And then she was sobbing. 'I will not abandon you to them. They will kill you.'

'You need to go,' Nesta said, even as her hands began shaking. 'Now.'

'No,' Gwyn wept. 'No, I won't. I'll face it with you.'

Something deep in Nesta's chest cracked. Cracked open completely, and what lay within bloomed, full and bright and pure.

She wrapped her arms around Gwyn. Let her friend sob into her chest. 'I'll face it with you,' Gwyn whispered, over and over again. 'Promise me we'll face it together.'

Nesta couldn't stop her tears. The chill wind froze them on her cheeks. 'I promise,' she breathed, stroking Gwyn's matted hair. 'I promise.'

Gwyn sobbed, and Nesta let herself sob with her, squeezing her tightly. Letting her stroking hand come to rest on Gwyn's neck.

A pinch in the right spot, exactly on the pressure point Cassian had shown her, and it was done.

Gwyn went down. Unconscious.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“While there is no doubt that the chief means of supporting the Zendo life is begging, as was in the ancient days of the Buddha, begging has, besides its economic value, a twofold moral signification: the one is to teach the beggar humility and the other is to make the donor accumulate the merit of self-denial.”
― Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki, The Training Of The Zen Buddhist Monk

“Richard [Baker] had done his homework. From the beginning, he pointed out, the Buddhist practice of begging was based on an ancient notion of accumulating merit—not unlike the Roman Catholic indulgence scams. By giving food and money to the monks, wealthy patrons essentially accumulated merit badges, which were redeemable in the next life. Richard wondered if the tradition of begging—on the streets or in board rooms—wasn't corrupt. "Don't we want to avoid the idea of merit?”
― Michael Downing, Shoes Outside the Door: Desire, Devotion, and Excess at San Francisco Zen Center

“I had set the first boundary in my life and made it clear that under no circumstance could it be broken. Storrie knew my rule, yet, without the slightest restraint, he was urging, pleading, and begging me to break it. My heart had always been bigger than my brain, and I could not stand the thought of him out in the cold. The more he whimpered and pried at me, the less I could resist.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“Best beggars are the ones who borrow.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“I have usually proceeded on the principle that persons who possess sense enough to earn money have sense enough to know how to give it away.”
― Booker T. Washington, Up from Slavery

“I never really understood who was actually buying them or how, but on the Fourth, the amount of explosions was absurd—and safety was not a priority. I’d find myself in the middle of it all, sh- exploding all around me, begging friends to break me off a couple firecrackers.”
― Aesop Rock