I met a new girl at a barbecue, very pretty, a blond I think. I don't know, her hair was on fire, and all she talked about was herself. You know these kind of girls: 'I'm hot. I'm on fire. Me, me, me.' You know. 'Help me, put me out.' Come on, could we talk about me just a little bit?— Garry Shandling
Delightful Little Help quotations
When you help another up a mountain, you are a little nearer to the top yourself.
May a merciful God preserve me from a Christian Church in which everyone is a saint! I want to be and remain in the church and little flock of the fainthearted, the feeble and the ailing, who feel and recognize the wretchedness of their sins, who sigh and cry to God incessantly for comfort and help, who believe in the forgiveness of sins.
Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible.
Sometimes you just need a little bit of alone time to clear your head and help you see things from a new perspective.
I think lifes a bit of what you make it and a little smidgen of you being the jellyfish, and the tides just gently helping you along.
Healing of the physical without the change in the mental and spiritual aspects brings little real help to the individual in the end. How true, because the mind and the body imprint and imitate each other. What we think, we become. What we become, we think. It's an insidious process that can predispose us to illness or it can lead us to health.
The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.
All kids need is a little help, a little hope, and someone who believes in them.
Lord, help me to do great things as though they were little, since I do them with your power; And little things as though they were great, since I do them in your name!
The religion I have to love and fear God, believe in Jesus Christ, do all the good to my neighbor, and myself that I can, do as little harm as I can help, and trust on God's mercy for the rest.
We're here for a reason. I believe a bit of the reason is to throw little torches out to lead people through the dark.
I know folks all have a tizzy about it, but I like a little bourbon of an evening. It helps me sleep. I don't much care what they say about it.
The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.
Well, look at all of these summer blockbusters.
You can't help but laugh a little, because you've already seen a lot of these movies 482 times.
I get by with a little help from my friends.
All kids need is a little help, a little hope and somebody who believes in them.
I don't want to be a great leader; I want to be a man who goes around with a little oil can and when he sees a breakdown, offers his help. To me, the man who does that is greater than any holy man in saffron-colored robes. The mechanic with the oil can: that is my ideal in life.
If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that--warm things, kind things, sweet things--help and comfort and laughter--and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never be truly fulfilled.
Make others truly happy as you strive to make yourself happy.
Speak a helpful word. Give a cheering smile. Do a kind act. Serve a little. Wipe the tears of one who is in distress. Render smooth a rough place in another's path. You will feel great joy.
I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things are so tough in Chicago that at Easter time, for bunnies the little kids use porcupines.
The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man. How badly is it broken? It's in a million little pieces. I'm afraid I can't help you. Why? There's nothing you can do. Why? It can't be fixed. Why? It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.
Even if it is a little thing, do something for those who have need of help.
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
I make little movies, you know, they need all the help that they can get.
I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution. The only real reason for living.
Moderation. Small helpings. Sample a little bit of everything. These are the secrets of happiness and good health.
I'm guess I'm up to about 70% of normal, which is a real relief.
My doctor gave me clearance to go out in public again, so I've been able to go to the store and help out a little bit around the house.
If I won the lottery I'd start a charity that helped little family hardware stores, cobblers and fruit shops open in city centres.
Recently, lobbyists for the pharmaceutical industry wrote a prescription drug bill that increased their profits and did nothing to help seniors. The result: seniors are stuck with a confusing prescription drug plan that does little to help them with their costs.
Ignore their heathen prayers and help us blow those little bastards straight to Hell. Amen.
So a lot of me is still a little kid, and I think that kind of helps alter my sense of reality - it makes me able to just become Belle every single night.
Claire said. “I might be able to get him to stop.” “Who, crazy dude? Maybe. Or he might pull your head off,” Shane said. “I kind of worry.” She couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah?” “A little bit.” “That’s …nice.” He studied her, and returned the smile. “Yeah,” he said. “Kind of is, actually.
To help others develop, start with yourself! When the boss acts like a little god and tells everyone else they need to improve, that behavior can be copied at every level of management. Every level then points out how the level below it needs to change. The end result: No one gets much better.
What really helps motivate me to walk are my dogs, who are my best pals.
They keep you honest about walking because when it's time to go, you can't disappoint those little faces.
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little
My new shorty got a gymnastic back, '87 emerald green on a classic Jag.
She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad; She had the club foot, with that little arm, I couldn't help but laugh...she ordered Chicken Parm.