Suppressant Vs Depressant Quotes & Sayings

There can hardly be a plainer proof of the lowness of our nature, until we have laid hold of the higher nature that belongs to us by birthright, than this, that even a just anger tends to make us unjust and unkind. — George MacDonald

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches. — Janet Lee Carey

It's a great comfort to have an artistic sister. — Louisa May Alcott

The world is aware how jealously the Jewish community guards the Holocaust, both as a memory and a weapon. — David Klinghoffer

night. She doesn't have a — Iris Johansen

You must not for one moment give up the effort to build up new lives for yourself. — Daisaku Ikeda

To doubt has more of faith ... than that blank negation of all such thoughts and feelings which is the lot of the herd of church-and-meeting trotters. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Time was like that, though - racing forward when she wanted it to slow down, then crawling to a stop when she could least bear it. — Aprilynne Pike

Not wholly consciously, but not quite unconsciously, as far as I can remember, I determined to fashion my future as a sculptor his marble, and there was in it the same mixture of foresight and the unknown. The thing in the mind of the artist takes its way and imposes its form as it wakens under his hand. And so with life. — Freya Stark

When you thank something negative for happening, or thank a negative thought for being there, you've just negated the negative and turned it into positive energy! — Donna Labermeier

You could make your fingers reproduce exactly what you felt, if you really worked at it. I achieved it, not only spending a lot of time at the keyboard but finding ways I could make my fingers reproduce my deepest feelings. It meant, when you hit a note with a finger, you sank into that note all the way to the bottom of the keyboard until it went pow! Right? ... — Lennie Tristano

I turn my head a little. The radio's caroling "Tonight," velvety smooth and young and filled with plaintive desire. Maria's song from West Side Story. I remember one beautiful night long ago at the Winter Garden, with a beautiful someone beside me. I tilt my nose and breathe in, and I can still smell her perfume, the ghost of her perfume from long ago. But where is she now, where did she go, and what did I do with her?
Our paths ran along so close together they were almost like one, the one they were eventually going to be. Thin fear came along, fear entered into it somehow, and split them wide apart.
Fear bred anxiety to justify. Anxiety to justify bred anger. The phone calls that wouldn't be answered, the door rings that wouldn't be opened. Anger bred sudden calamity.
Now there aren't two paths anymore; there's only one, only mine. Running downhill into the ground, running downhill into its doom.
("New York Blues") — Cornell Woolrich