I don’t need a hearing aid—I need a listening aid. And this aid, she’d better be pleasing to look at.
She launched the airplane and it caught a current and circled down toward the town, like a promise of something good.
sometimes every word i write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. all the words are red.
Besides, I always feel safer when I've got words against my heart.
It turns out, after a lot of exploration, that I'm not really a princess. A swell gal, sure, but not a princess.
It is a sad thing to become so blinded and deafened by pride that you are no longer concerned about whether or not God is pleased with your actions.
please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.
Be who you are. You may not always please but you will never go wrong.
Please just tell me where you are. His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful fro being difficult to explain.
We are the wire, and tomorrow is like yesterday with a furry back. Don’t pet me, Tuesday! Please don’t Wednesday with my emotions.
Dear mom, My lieutenant is a prostitute. Can you please send me more lunch money, as her rates have recently increased.
It is sometimes necessary to use unnecessary words like thank you and please just to make life prettier.
Due to state laws, the restaurant was nonsmoking, which as a nonsmoker pleases me, but as a Libertarian it pisses me off.
Please Tell me what your favorite flavor of ice cream... is
You can only move if you are actually in the moment. You have to be where you are to get where you need to go.
I don't really set out to please anybody, and I don't think I ever have. I have occasionally been encouraged to try to write something specifically for the purpose of releasing it as a single to get radio play. Those are not my best songs, as a rule.
Am I blind?" Will's voice floated out of the darkness, tinged with annoyance. "I'm not going to be at all pleased if you've blinded me, Henry.
this song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called 'we hate you, please die.
If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.
It would have been easy for me to bring out a real cheesy pop song, but 'Please Don't Let Me Go' isn't your typical 'X Factor' single, and it's a grower, not a shower.
Call me a midget, but just be real. I am all for correct terms, but please don't tiptoe around feelings. Don't be too careful, because that shuts you off from people.