Tranquilization Quotes & Sayings

Every one on this earth should believe, amid whatever madness or moral failure, that his life and temperament have some object on the earth. Every one on the earth should believe that he has something to give to the world which cannot otherwise be given. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

I endeavor to make a picture, for instance, exert a positive influence on the observer by its coloring, mood, and compositional idea, encouraging, say, activation, tranquilization, concentration, or harmony ... — Max Bill

Journalism doesn't have to be your first love ... or your only love. You can come to it in desperation, because you can't think of anything better to do with your life, that it's this or the abyss. But once you get going ... it helps if you love it. — Robert Krulwich

I've never had any health problems and I'm Ruben, man, all the way through. — Ruben Studdard

I think architecture becomes interesting when it has a double character, that is, when it is as simple as possible but, at the same time as complex as possible — Tadao Ando

There's a certain missing feeling, a void out there that I'm more than happy to fill. Without criticizing what's out there now, I'm just going to do El DeBarge. — El DeBarge

It's not what people do to us that hurts us. In the most fundamental sense, it is our chosen response to what they do to us that hurts us. — Stephen Covey

Nowadays it seems that moral education is no longer considered necessary. Attention is wholly centered on intelligence, while the heart life is ignored. — George Sand

The people themselves, and only the people, determine the rhythm of our fight. — Federica Montseny

You get over your first love by falling in love with something new. — Mo Ibrahim

Criticism of government finds sanctuary in several portions of the 1st Amendment. It is part of the right of free speech. It embraces freedom of the press. — Hugo Black

Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, Robert Lincoln bought a nice ski lodge. — Sarah Vowell

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.
She felt all right. — Richard Matheson