I look placid, you see, that's why people think I'm fine. Inside I worry a lot.
Absolutely nothing was happening in my marriage. I nicknamed my waterbed, Lake Placid!
I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things; Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago; Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.
My music was called plastic, antiseptic, placid.
Tolerance is a placid contempt.
If I weren't reasonably placid, I don't think I could cope with this sort of life. To be a diva, you've got to be absolutely like a horse.
The interventionist policy (big government) provides thousands and thousands of people with safe, placid, and not too strenuous jobs at the expense of the rest of society.
A lot of people. . . are afraid of pictures which have visible emotions in them. They feel calmer in front of pictures which are placid.
The more simply we look at ticklish questions, the more placid will be our lives and relationships.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.
In yielding we are like the water, by nature placid, conforming to the hollow of the smallest hand; in time, shaping even the mountains to its will. Thus we keep duty and honor. We cherish clan and civilization. We are Chinese.
placid, adj. Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
We are so placid that the smallest tremor of objection is taken as a full-scale revolution.
Ignorance is the first requisite of the historian - ignorance, which simplifies and clarifies, which selects and omits, with a placid perfection unattainable by the highest art.
some people seem to graze like sheep in the placid pastures of their faith. Some of them were born there and never broke away. . . Others, after some wandering, found shelter there and are quiet and content. They look with a bland mystification at the mavericks.
Like an animal, cancer sleeps, prowls, hibernates, turns surly or placid.
