Quotes About Surroundings

When your mind thinks correctly, when you understand the truth, when the thoughts deposited in your subconscious mind are constructive, harmonious, and peaceful, the magic working power of your subconscious will respond. It will bring about harmonious conditions, agreeable surroundings, and the best of everything

You can't stand clutter, and you have an obsession with orderliness. The furniture in here is centered exactly on the walls; the files on your desk are arranged in precise corners. If I had to guess, I would say you are probably a control freak, and that is usually symptomatic of a man who feels powerless to control his own life, so he tries to control every facet of his surroundings.

I am what is around me.

It is only in the philosophy of the seminar room that serious doubts are raised as to weather or not dogs and cats and other animals have consciousness. We all know how aware they are of their surroundings... and of us... they leave no doubt when they are in pain...

We have all of Iran on our right, Iraq and the Persian Gulf on our left, and Armenia, Azerbaijan and Turkey ahead of us

The low bump-bump-bump suddenly seemed to come from everywhere at once, the echoes bouncing back and forth between the alley walls.

though the darkness sometimes lifted just enough so I could construe my surroundings, familiar shapes solidifying like bedroom furniture at dawn, my relief was never more than temporary because somehow the full morning never came, things always went black before I could orient myself and there I was again with ink poured in my eyes, guttering around in the dark.

I said, life will not pass her by. Strange and exciting events will surround her. You've only got to look at her to know it.

Sentimentality, Mrs Revel. You know it is. Love isn't a drug that you take to blind you to your surroundings - you can make it that, yes, but it's a pity - love can be a lot more than that.

I have always been rather good at what is called, I believe, creating an atmosphere.

For if this commission is behind us in Christian work, remember, always we are sent out to be exceptional in ordinary things, among sometimes mean people, in frequently sordid surroundings. Only the man sent by the King of kings could take that, and only the man with a true burden will ever accept it.

You have friends, and they die. You have a disease, someone you care about has a disease, Wall Street people are scamming everyone, the poor get poorer, the rich get richer. That's what we're surrounded by all the time.

Most people would accept that we are, to a certain extent, products of our environment.

Considering the company I keep in this place, that is hardly surprising.

You can always tell a person's real character and personhood by those who closely surround him, especially if they're family.

I just want to learn as much as I can, and that comes from the people I surround myself with. So whether that is on a one-million-dollar movie, or 100-million-dollar movie, it doesn't really matter.

The trick to not being discovered until it is too late is to become part of the expected surroundings. Stealth is more the art of blending in with the background than sneaking through dark shadows.

I set out to write books, to be surrounded by generous, brilliant people, and to have great adventures.

In a sense these books on walks for their own sakes are the literature of paradise, the story of what can happen when nothing profound is wrong, and so the protagonist—healthy, solvent, uncommitted—can set out seeking minor adventure. In paradise, the only things of interest are our own thoughts, the character of our companions, and the incidents and appearance of the surroundings.

Our bodies, for instance, are usually hotter than our surroundings, and in cold climates they have to work hard to maintain the differential. When we die the work stops, the temperature differential starts to disappear, and we end up the same temperature as our surroundings. Not all animals work so hard to avoid coming into equilibrium with their surrounding temperature, but all animals do some comparable work.

Just as no building lacks an architecture, so no choice lacks a context.

animals again will wander back a long way, and go through danger and sufferings, to recover their lost identity, in the surroundings that they know.

I've heard goldfish grow to the size of their surroundings; so does furniture.

The man who has no inner life is a slave of his surroundings, as the barometer is the obedient servant of the air.