I'm very pleased to be here. Let's face it, at my age I'm very pleased to be anywhere.

— George Burns

Some people wish they were as happy as or happy like some people think they are.

— Mokokoma Mokhonoana

There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would eventually fit together. He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a triumphal reunion with his family. He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time in something less than complete understanding. What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.

— James C. Dobson

...Up to no good—and pleased about it.

— Dean Koontz

I am pleased with the fitness that I have.

— Lin Dan

We not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particularway in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

— William Wordsworth

We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.

— Mokokoma Mokhonoana

It would be so nice to be wanted by someone with the courage to get his hat or stay as he damn pleased, and who gave her credit for the same. Someone who didn't worry about her.

— Thomas Harris

The greatest religion [dharma] is that we keep everyone pleased.

— Dada Bhagwan

His chief form of entertainment was reading. The last moments he was in a cabin were usually spent scanning bookshelves and nightstands. The life inside a book always felt welcoming to Knight. It pressed no demands on him, while the world of actual human interactions was so complex. Conversations between people can move like tennis games, swift and unpredictable. There are constant subtle visual and verbal cues, there's innuendo, sarcasm, body language, tone. Everyone occasionally fumbles an encounter, a victim of social clumsiness. It's part of being human.To Knight, it all felt impossible. His engagement with the written word might have been the closest he could come to genuine human encounters. The stretch of days between thieving raids allowed him to tumble into the pages, and if he felt transported he could float in bookworld, undisturbed, for as long as he pleased.

— Michael Finkel