A Quote by Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne

We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing. — © Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne
We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.
There is something noble in hearing myself ill spoken of, when I am doing well.
It is a royal privilege to do good and be ill spoken of.
So here is what it comes down to: the ultimate choice in life is between pleasing ourselves and pleasing God.
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.
The good or ill hap of a good or ill life, is the good or ill choice of a good or ill wife.
An effort made with ourselves for the good of others, with the intention of pleasing God alone.
I wish it (Christianity) were more productive of good works ... I mean real good works ... not holy day keeping, sermon-hearing ... or making long prayers, filled with flatteries and compliments despised by wise men, and much less capable of pleasing the Deity.
Reading is good, hearing is good, conversation and meditation are good; but then, they are only good at times and occasions, in a certain degree, and must be used and governed with such caution as we eat and drink and refresh ourselves, or they will bring forth in us the fruits of intemperance.
I no longer find such pleasure in that preeminently good society, of which I was once so fond. It seems to me that beneath a cloak of clever talk it proscribes all energy, all originality. If you are not a copy, people accuse you of being ill-mannered.
Be fond of hearing rather than of talking.
It must be so,-Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'T is the divinity that stirs within us; 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.
When I started my pathway, black players were often considered to be good wingers, good players, but not captain or management material. It has changed since then, which is pleasing, but we still have so far to go.
One must repay good and ill; but why just to the person who did us good or ill?
When shall it be that we shall taste the sweetness of the Divine Will in all that happens to us, considering in everything only His good pleasure, by whom it is certain that adversity is sent with as much love as prosperity, and as much for our good? When shall we cast ourselves undeservedly into the arms of our most loving Father in Heaven, leaving to Him the care of ourselves and of our affairs, and reserving only the desire of pleasing Him, and of serving Him well in all that we can?
Tis better never to be named than to be ill spoken of.
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