Quotes About Peace

Our common future will be determined by the struggle between the killers and the peacemakers.

Forgiveness, I came to see, is about cleaning up the memory by renouncing and flushing vengeful feelings about other people.

An old gospel hymn says: "Mercy there was great, and grace was free." Four biblical words seem to come together when the subject of grace is under consideration. They are grace, mercy, peace, and kindness. We act out of grace; we give mercy; we extend peace; and we treat one another kindly.

Virtue became less the harsh and martial self-sacrifice of antiquity and more the modern willingness to get along with others for the sake of peace and prosperity.

If we were all like angels, the world would be a heavenly place.

But there are hours when, from the heavens unfolding, Come down the angels with the glad release; And we look upward, to behold in glory Our suffering loved ones borne away to peace.

It was a sweet and happy dream. The quiet spot, outside, seemed to remain the same, save that there was music in the air, and a sound of angels' wings.

I stood upon an ocean's short, And viewed the silent deep; While 'neath the brightly beaming stars All nature lay asleep. As 'lone I paced that pebbly strand, And thought of those above, An angel seem'd to whisper me,— There's nothing true but love.

The magnitude of life is overwhelming. Angels are here to help us take it peace by peace.

If you can't hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.

Oh, how the strife and trouble of daily life receded from my view, and lessened in the distance... What voices spoke from out the thundering water; what faces, faded from the earth, looked out upon me from its gleaming depths; what Heavenly promise glistened in those angels' tears, the drops of many hues, that showered around, and twined themselves about the gorgeous arches which the changing rainbows made!

Anger blows out the lamp of the mind.

Author unknown, c.1980s

Painting is my escape from reality. I can literally create any kind of world that I want — with tranquility and peace. All my little animal friends, they all live right here with me.

Wag more. Bark less.

Scratch less, purr more.

Our bodies let go when it's time to let go — it's called death. We ought to let go of the little burdensome things each day — that's called living.

They can betray me, but I choose not to betray my peace of mind.

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

Make beard, not war.

Birdsong: a branch of music.

Birdsong is a symphony of the skies.

In blissful oblivion the soldier lay dreaming Of cookies and doughnuts and mother-made bread.

When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace.