The nuns taught us there are two ways through life, the way of Nature and the way of Grace. You have to choose which one you'll follow. Grace doesn't try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nat...
Donnie: You're such a fuck-ass! Rose Darko: Please. Elizabeth: What? Did you just call me a "fuck-ass"? Rose Darko: Elizabeth, that's enough. Elizabeth: You can go suck a fuck. Donnie: Oh, please, tell me, Elizabeth, how exactly does one suck a fuck?...
Sloane: What are we going to do? Ferris: The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?" Cameron: Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home. ...
Brian: Please, please, please listen! I've got one or two things to say. The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them! Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong! You don't NEED to follow ME, You don't NEED to follow ANYBODY! You've got to think for your selve...
[first lines] Aron Ralston: Hey. Aron here. Leave a message. Sonja Ralston: Hey Aron. Sonja here, again. I know that you're probably gonna be away this weekend. But listen, just think about we we're gonna play. Please. 'Cause we have to decide, and w...
Bernadette: [to the Bartender] Hello. Could I please have a Stoli and tonic, a Bloody Mary and a lime daiquiri, please? Shirley: Well! Look what the cat dragged in! What have we got here, eh? A couple of showgirls, have we? Where did you ladies come ...
No wonder she was so underweight. She was desperate to please a woman that could never be pleased, in the hopes of being loved and accepted by the very person that should be giving that freely.
You are such a kind and caring man, and so sizzling hot and studly. Please, please don’t go nutty on me.
If you please God, it does not matter whom you displease. And if you displease Him, it does not matter whom you please.
People may not like you, but that's cool because your heart doesn't beat from their liking. You can't live to please everyone, you're not a puppet
Can we swim?" Sky asks, resting her chin on my shoulder. "Did you bring a suit?" Please say no, please say no... "Yeah." Crap. "Great.
Please, please don't try hurting me, my friends. I wouldn't forgive myself If I had to kill you all.
It's like all technology: either not powerful enough or too powerful. It will never do exactly what you want it to do.
On the worst days, I feel fine. On the best days, I know I am not.
One ventures, commits one's self, and if readers are not pleased, one can perhaps please one's self and earn that slender right to persevere.
It's like she thinks my job is to please her, and that should be my dearest wish, and when I don't please her - I get shut out.
There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos.
When I write to please everybody, it falls flat. When I write what I know, fearlessly, It won't please everybody, but it doesn't fall flat.
Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don't abandon the book. There is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book." (Acceptance speech, , November 17, 2010)
So, please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its place you can install, a lovely bookcase on the wall.
I'm so focused on trying to craft the story that I'm in my own little world with it and that process. The one reader I'm trying to please as I write is me, and I'm pretty difficult to please.
