Quotes About Peace

As she'd hoped, the two of them were the sole occupants of this stretch of windswept beach. Sipping the steaming liquid, she let the familiar peace seep into her soul. The cerulean water sparkled in the morning sun, as if sprinkled with diamonds, and she drew in a cleansing breath of the tangy salt air. She watched a sandpiper play tag with the surf. Listed to the caw of a gull high overhead and the muted thunder of the breaking waves. Felt the breeze caress her cheek.

This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart...

Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.

And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person.

As for me — there is another partner waiting for me, a teacher whom I knew long ago — his name is solitude. I am glad to be back here among my English friends . . . But I shall come back here to an empty flat and close the door, and I shall lean back against the door, as I recall I used to when I was young, and breathe deeply and feel the deep relief and liberation of coming home to solitude, coming home to myself .

It was for me a moment of great peace. I did not know then that it was the last, the very last moment of peace, the end of the old innocent world, the final moment before I was plunged into the nightmare of which these ensuing pages tell the story.

Nothing will bring me peace except revenge.

You can go now. There's nothing more to learn. I am poured out and empty. Good night.

Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.

There was a kind of sleeping or half-sleeping which I sometimes tried to achieve (especially at weekends) when I lay like a floating turtle, just breaking the surface of consciousness, aware and yet not self-aware, not yet tormented by being a particular person.

Only let the scene end soon and without any horrors.

where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.

O death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest. Let pass my weary guilty ghost out of my careful breast.

Tenderness and absolute trust and communication and truth matter more and more as one grows older. Somehow let us not waste love, it is rare. Can we not love each other at last in freedom, without awful possessiveness and violence and fear? Love matters, not 'in love'. Let there be no more partings now. Let there be peace between us now forever, we are no longer young. Love me, love me enough.

The best you can hope for is a little peace and not too much remorse. Thoughts at peace under an English heaven.

Perhaps he would achieve some sort of peace, the peace of an elderly man, a peace of cosy retirement without angels. Without women too, he thought.

A talent for oblivion is a talent for survival. I laid my head down and merciful pain-killing sleep covered me fathoms deep. Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.

Misery and drink made him a sound sleeper.

His peace depends on seeing me as unattainable, as an angel. It will hurt terribly when it turns out that I am only a woman after all.

Franca, darling, let's be simple. And move quietly in the dark.

Es bueno que la gente vea películas de guerra. Si todo el mundo viera películas de guerra, sabría que la guerra está mal y dejaría de luchar. Lo que sí está mal es que hay demasiadas películas de paz. Por eso la gente no puede ver con sus propios ojos que la guerra está mal.

Bazen insanlar?n junkie olmay? fark?nda olmadan s?rf bir parça sessizlik istedikleri için seçtiklerini düÅŸünürüm.

Sitting in the brightly lit library, surrounded by books, in total silence, that was ma personal zenith.

I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done.