As we depend upon our masters, for what we eat and drink and wear, and for all our comfortable things in this world, we cannot be happy, unless we please them. ↗
There's something very addictive about people pleasing. It's a thought pattern and a habit that feels really, really good until it becomes desperate. ↗
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. ↗