I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced - conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph _I_ can win.
If I seem happy to you. . . You could never say anything that would please me more. For men are made for happiness, and anyone who is completely happy has a right to say to himself, 'I am doing God's will on earth. ' All the righteous, all the saints, all the holy martyrs were happy.
My life didn't please me, so I created my life.
I've never done anything for the common consensus. I do things to please me. If you are happy with something yourself, you become bulletproof.
Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.
I am much more afraid of my good deeds that please me than of my bad deeds that repel me.
No woman on this whole earth can please me and cook for me and socialise and talk to me like my American black woman.
The moments when I first made something, like when I first wrote a song please me so intensely. Everything else after that is just the act of communication.
I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you. ' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.
I have always accepted and respected all other schools of architecture, from the chill and elemental structures of Mies van der Rohe to the imagination and delirium of Gaudi. I must design what pleases me in a way that is naturally linked to my roots and the country of my origin.
There is nothing that pleases me more than a beautiful sentence. . . It is something that satisfies me.
When [the saints] perform actions to God, then the soul says: 'Oh! that I could do what pleases God!' When they come to suffer any cross: 'Oh, that what God does might please me!' I labour to do what pleases God, and I labour that what God does shall please me: here is a Christian indeed, who shall endeavour both these. It is but one side of a Christian to endeavour to do what pleases God; you must as well endeavour to be pleased with what God does, and so you will come to be a complete Christian when you can do both, and that is the first thing in the excellence of this grace of contentment.
I always figure I'm not unique, and something that would please me hopefully would please a lot of other people that have the same tastes that I do.
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.
I am not attempting to preserve culture, or record actual events or stories. Instead I bow my head in gratitude to those storytellers who have gone before and paved a way for me play in their stomping grounds. Doubtless those who want to be offended, will - allowing me to make them happy, too, which pleases me as much as it pleases them.
Off I go, rummaging about in books for sayings which please me.
Through me the energy policy of the whole Common Market is being held up. Without opening old wounds, it pleases me no end.
I find it more enjoyable investing time doing what pleases me, rather than wasting precious time attempting to please everyone else.
I read a comment that made me think I should stop singing for a while. And I didn't want to stop singing, because it was the only thing I loved. At first I thought, "Maybe I'll get better and eventually please the person who wrote about my singing. " But then I thought, "I probably will never please this person. I should just do what pleases me. "
