Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.

Singing soothes me. It is something that I have always been doing and will continue to do.

I pray every day, several times. It soothes me. I don't ask for anything, except for health.

Music soothes you, especially when you write, sing or play an instrument. It really can be a cure for everything.

Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it make us vain, in fact, of our modesty.

I sing because it soothes me, and I write because I want to let others know that they're not alone with their problems.

Around me, there's always music playing. It just calms me down; it soothes me. It helps me write. It helps me with my mood.

The fancy that extraterrestrial life is by definition of a higher order than our own is one that soothes all children, and many writers.

We want to get this good music to as many people as possible because I think it heals, it soothes, I think music is incredibly important, especially in today's chaos.

The city's contradictions and frailties drive me to the church. The church, in turn, binds my wounds and soothes my troubled heart, and sends me right back out into the city again.

Surfing soothes me, it's always been a kind of Zen experience for me. The ocean is so magnificent, peaceful, and awesome. The rest of the world disappears for me when I'm on a wave.

Love fills and empties simultaneously. It makes us reach out to God, ready to be pruned, recklessly desiring whatever the cost. It soothes the aching heart and then makes it thirst for more.

The creative process is often wrapped up in bottomless anxiety, and when the world applauds the product of that process, it soothes the anxiety. Briefly. Then the anxiety returns and even intensifies.

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