If we displease God, does it matter whom we please? If we please Him, does it matter whom we displease?
If you please God, it does not matter whom you displease. And if you displease Him, it does not matter whom you please.
If bodies please thee, praise God on occasion of them, and turn back thy love upon their Maker; lest in these things which please thee, thou displease. If souls please thee, be they loved in God: for they too are mutable, but in Him they are firmly established.
It doesn't matter if you please the whole world and don't please Jesus. But if you please Jesus, it doesn't matter whom you displease.
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our friends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.
Pictures and shapes are but secondary objects and please or displease only in the memory.
If we imagine that God is somehow punishing us, then we will live our lives in desperation and in fear that we are somehow avoiding displeasing God. The difficulty with that is as many ideas about how to displease and how to please God, as there are hairs on your head.
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff a dunce, he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to displease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
To live among such excellent helps as our libraries afford, to have so many silent wise companions whenever we please.
That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong.
When I was first writing, my little prayers were, 'Please, please, please. Let something be published someday.' Then it went to, 'Please, please, please. Let somebody read this.'
If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.
Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.
You can have so many different demands; trying to please the fans, pleasing the manager, please yourself.
Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?