70+ The Help Quotes About The Right Decisions & Equality

Stuart needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

It doesn’t help to fight crime to put people in prison who are innocent.

Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, “am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?.

It seems like at some point you’d run out of awful.

That’s the way prayer do. It’s like electricity, it keeps things going.

True friends challenge us and help us to be faithful on our journey.

….i realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

By helping others, you will learn how to help yourselves.

Safety and security are the most basic job of government. I understand that – both as a mayor who works every day to secure public safety and reduce crime, and also as someone who deployed in uniform to Afghanistan because I believed joining the military was part of my duty to help keep my country safe.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

…and that’s when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?.

I cannot and will not recant anything, for to go against conscience is neither right nor safe. Here I stand, I can do no other, so help me God. Amen.

Architecture is a science arising out of many other sciences, and adorned with much and varied learning; by the help of which a judgment is formed of those works which are the result of other arts.

There never will be complete equality until women themselves help to make laws and elect lawmakers.

Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but god help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.

We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as i’d thought.

Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really deeply cares.

Humans pull together in an odd way when they’re in the wilderness. It’s astonishing how few people litter and how much they help one another. Indeed, the smartphone app to navigate the Pacific Crest Trail, Halfmile, is a labor of love by hikers who make it available as a free download.

All my life i’d been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with constantine’s thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

I always order the banned books from a black market dealer in california, figuring if the state of mississippi banned them, they must be good.

She’s wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

That’s what I love about aibileen, she can take the most complicated things in life and wrap them up so small and simple, they’ll fit right in your pocket.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.

It always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

Leadership is solving problems. The day soldiers stop bringing you their problems is the day you have stopped leading them. They have either lost confidence that you can help or concluded you do not care. Either case is a failure of leadership.

There are two things a person should never be angry at, what they can help, and what they cannot.

I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would’ve been constantine’s voice singing. If singing was a color, it would’ve been the color of that chocolate.

Truth.
it feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that’s been burning me up all my life.
truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.

Once upon a time they was two girls,” I say. “one girl had black skin, one girl had white.”
mae mobley look up at me. She listening.
“little colored girl say to little white girl, ‘how come your skin be so pale?’ white girl say, ‘i don’t know. How come your skin be so black? what you think that mean?’
“but neither one a them little girls knew. So little white girl say, ‘well, let’s see. You got hair, I got hair.'”i gives mae mobley a little tousle on her head.
“little colored girl say ‘i got a nose, you got a nose.'”i gives her little snout a tweak. She got to reach up and do the same to me.
“little white girl say, ‘i got toes, you got toes.’ and I do the little thing with her toes, but she can’t get to mine cause I got my white work shoes on.
“‘so we’s the same. Just a different color’, say that little colored girl. The little white girl she agreed and they was friends. The end.”
baby girl just look at me. Law, that was a sorry story if I ever heard one. Wasn’t even no plot to it. But mae mobley, she smile and say, “tell it again.

The first time I was ever called ugly, I was thirteen. It was a rich friend of my brother carlton’s over to shoot guns in the field.
‘why you crying, girl?’ constantine asked me in the kitchen.
i told her what the boy had called me, tears streaming down my face.
‘well? is you?’
i blinked, paused my crying. ‘is I what?’
‘now you look a here, egenia’-because constantien was the only one who’d occasionally follow mama’s rule. ‘ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples?’
‘i don’t know. I don’t think so,’ I sobbed.
constantine sat down next to me, at the kitchen table. I heard the cracking of her swollen joints. She pressed her thumb hard in the palm of my hand, somthing we both knew meant listen. Listen to me.
‘ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision.’ constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. ‘you gone have to ask yourself, am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?’
she kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand. I nodded that I understood. I was just smart enough to realize she meant white people. And even though I still felt miserable, and knew that I was, most likely, ugly, it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was something besides my mother’s white child. All my life i’d been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with constantine’s thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

I’m sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant?.

I’m just so very lucky to be able to do what I do for a living, and giving back is a way for me to express my gratitude. I’m so lucky to be in a position to help people, and that’s appealing to me.

Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

All i’m saying is, kindness don’t have no boundaries.

Sorry is the fool who ever underestimates my mother.

We must restore hope to young people, help the old, be open to the future, spread love. Be poor among the poor. We need to include the excluded and preach peace.

I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God’s help I shall succeed.

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.

…out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the robert e. Lee hotel restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light.

I believe that in this new world that we live in, we often have a responsibility, you know, to actually go beyond the thou shalt nots – that is, the not harming others – and say we can help others and we should be helping others.

When government – in pursuit of good intentions – tries to rearrange the economy, legislate morality, or help special interests, the cost come in inefficiency, lack of motivation, and loss of freedom. Government should be a referee, not an active player.

We cannot teach people anything; we can only help them discover it within themselves.

No one tells us, girls who don’t go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

If you’re in trouble, or hurt or need – go to the poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help – the only ones.

Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.

Mostly, my flying has been solo, but the preparation for it wasn’t. Without my husband’s help and encouragement, I could not have attempted what I have. Ours has been a contented and reasonable partnership, he with his solo jobs and I with mine. But always with work and play together, conducted under a satisfactory system of dual control.

When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.

That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn’t stop.

Wasn’t that the point of the book? for women to realize, we are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as i’d thought.

The Christian life is not a constant high. I have my moments of deep discouragement. I have to go to God in prayer with tears in my eyes, and say, ‘O God, forgive me,’ or ‘Help me.’

I’d cry, if only I had the time to do it.

Never help a child with a task at which he feels he can succeed.