Quotes About Peace

Felice chiunque può con ala vigorosa slanciarsi verso terre luminose e serene, chi sente i suoi pensieri come allodole in viaggio nel cielo del mattino in libertà volare, chi plana sulla vita e così può ascoltare delle tacite cose e dei fiori il linguaggio.

La noche voluptuosa sube, sosegándolo todo, hasta el hambre. Borrándolo todo, hasta la vergüenza…

it was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. there were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tied to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

be it peace or happiness let it enfold you

I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

Sometimes a man doesn't know what to do about things and sometimes it's best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to bed for 3 or 4 days. and the next best part was nobody ever missed me.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

too often, the only escape is sleep

as long as there are human beings about there is never going to be any peace for any individual upon this earth (or anywhere else they might escape to). all you can do is maybe grab ten lucky minutes here or maybe an hour there. something is working toward you right now, and I mean you and nobody but you.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you're feeling bad, just look at the cats, you'll feel better, because they know that everything is, just as it is.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.

peace of mind and heart arrives when we accept what is: having been born into this strange life we must accept the wasted gamble of our days and take some satisfaction in the pleasure of leaving it all behind.

Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

it was going to be all right. at last. for a while.

the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.) I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.