Quotes About Peace

Dear sir, Mr. B.J. Thing... er... we the people of Britain are fed up with being bombed. We had enough of it last time with old Hitler so will you just leave us in peace, you live your life and we'll live ours, hope you are well... please don't drop any bombs. Yours sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. J. Bloggs

Such beauty that for a minute death and ambition, even love, doesn't enter into this.

I thought for a minute of the world outside my house, and then I didn't have any more thoughts except the thought that I had to hurry up and sleep.

I looked at my watch. Nine fifty-four. Time to go home and get your slippers on and play over a game of chess. Time for a tall cool drink and a long quiet pipe. Time to sit with your feet up and think of nothing. Time to start yawning over your magazine. Time to be a human being, a householder, a man with nothing to do but rest and suck in the night air and rebuild the brain for tomorrow.

After a moment I pushed my chair back and went over to the french windows. I opened the screens and stepped out on to the porch. The night was all around, soft and quiet. The white moonlight was cold and clear, like the justice we dream of but don't find.

Permanecí sentado, muy quieto, escuchando cómo iba aquietándose la tarde por las ventanas abiertas. Y, muy lentamente, fui aquietándome con ella.

I sat very still and listened to the evening grow quiet outside the open windows. And very slowly I grew quiet with it.

Find where the sound ends and silence begins. Then exist in that moment, for there will you find your secret centre of being, the perfect place of peace within yourself.

One time is much like another to death. She comes when she will. So why give over your mind to worry?

among man's strange undertakings, war stood clearly forth as the strangest.

leave me. And it was a great sense of relief. The

Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.

There is a serenity in illness that takes away all the need to do and makes just being enough.

The art is not one of forgetting but letting go

stayed there for a restorative year of catching my breath and looking around and not being desperate for time or money.

It's not that I want to pick on men. I just think that if we noticed that women are, on the whole, radically less violent, we might be able to theorize where violence comes from and what we can do about it a lot more productively.

There is a serenity in illness that takes away all the need to do and makes just being enough. In

People like us, Rose, we just want to live happy quiet lives, don't we? Little house. Enough to eat... That was all he'd wanted. And Rose wished with all her heart he could have had it. But she knew now that you can't change the past. It doesn't mean you have to forget it, but you can't change it and you can't stay there.

Sidda sank down into the wide flannel embrace of their bodies, and she rested. For a moment she died a little death, they died it together.

T]he right way to pray is not to beg, but to picture good things, to banish all bad things from our mind.

is your home a good housemate? (Happy Starts at Home: Getting the Life You Want by Changing the Space You've Got, Rebecca West)

Time, I saw, was the fault of the universe, and because of it grief and expectation, equally mischievous, would prevent us having peace to watch the present.

Even monsters need peace. Even monsters need a person who truly wants to listen--to hear --so that someday we might find the words that are more than boxes. Then maybe we can stop men like me from happening.

In other words, if someone remains in a peaceful and tranquil state of mind, external surroundings can cause them only a limited disturbance.