Quotes About Peace

A sausage is an image of rest, peace and tranquility in stark contrast to the destruction and chaos of everyday life.

Should a person possess a heart that is as light as a feather, then that person is granted immortality.

Madame Mayor was not amused. Or, maybe she was and just stifled her laughter. Whatever her private reaction, she suspended both combatants for six weeks. And for six weeks there was no law in La Conner. According to full-time residents, the town has never been more peaceful.

Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés, says an old French dictum—to live happily, live hidden.

Happiness is equilibrium. Shift your weight.

they failed to move on, as wars and animosity to those who were different or had different religious beliefs destroyed them.

Try not to worry... take each day just one anxiety attack at a time.

I'd prefer to have dangerous freedom, than have peaceful slavery

I do believe that long periods of silence and introspection do a great deal to enrich a person's spiritual and emotional dimensions.

Lonely was much better than alone.

Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.

Shadrack rose and returned to the cot, where he fell into the first sleep of his new life. A sleep deeper than the hospital drugs; deeper than the pits of plums, steadier than the condor's wing; more tranquil than the curve of eggs.

She floated near but outside her own body, feeling vague and intense at the same time. Needing nothing. Being what there was.

Lo que tengo que hacer es meterme en la cama y no moverme. Quiero concentrarme en algo que sea inofensivo en este mundo.

Don't mistake the fathers' thanks, Fairy had warned her. Men scared of us, always will be. To them we're death's handmaiden standing as between them and the children their wives carry. During those times, Fairy said, the midwife is the interference, the one giving orders, on whose secret skill so much depended, and the dependency irritated them. Especially here in this place where they had come to multiply in peace.

The sky above them was another country. Winter stars, close enough to lick, had come out before sunset. For a moment, looking up, Sethe entered the perfect peace they offered.

There's plenty, isn't there? Not those frycake things they like but good hot food the winters are so bad we need coal a sin to burn trees on the prairie yesterday the snow sifted in under the door quaesumus, da propitius pacem in diebus nostris Sister Roberta is peeling the onions et a peccato simus semper liberi can't you ab omni perturbatione securi…

Lay em down, Sethe. Sword and shield. Down. Down. Both of em down. Down by the riverside. Sword and shield. Don't study war no more. Lay all that mess down. Sword and shield.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens-- that letting go-- you let go because you can.

No, really. Just quiet. Nothing louder than waves lapping or ice melting in crystal glasses.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to.

Other than outwitting evil, waging war against the unworthy, there seems to be nothing for the inhabitants of paradise to do.

Lay em down, Sethe. Sword and shield. Down. Down. Both of em down. Down by the riverside. Sword and shield. Don't study war no more,. Lay all that mess down.

Writers—journalists, essayists, bloggers, poets, playwrights—can disturb the social oppression that functions like a coma on the population, a coma despots call peace; and they stanch the blood flow of war that hawks and profiteers thrill to.