Quotes About Peace

You don't always have to pray for something, or to someone — you can just, simply, pray.

The sound of the rain needs no translation.

The rain cools the air, calms the soul and replenishes life.

Bildad... had concluded his adventurous career by wholly retiring from active life at the goodly age of sixty, and dedicating his remaining days to the quiet receiving of his well-earned income.

Safety isn't expensive, its priceless.

Don't feel bad removing people who love to create their own chaos. Your allegiance is to your peace of mind.

We are sure to be losers when we quarrel with ourselves; it is a civil war, and in all such contentions, triumphs are defeats.

Possess your soul without fussing; your guardian angel does not lose half the sleep over you you think he does.

The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year; All mildness, soothing loveliness, and peace: The fading season ere the falling come...

The best answer to anger is silence.

If you can't get quiet enough to hear yourself, your life is too loud.

Silence is the uninterrupted sound of forever.

Life is amazingly good when it's simple and amazingly simple when it's good.

Prayer of the day: God, let the people of the world understand how they can embrace simplicity to save their lives.

If I had time for only two exercises, I would choose yoga and skipping.

May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment.

What hath night to do with sleep?

I had napped... earlier — dropping into a dreamless void as soon as the adrenaline left my system...

A smile is as good as a prayer...

Smoke your pipe and be silent; there's only wind and smoke in the world.

When snow falls, nature listens.

It's the failure to see this planet as a single entity that causes so much pain so many times. You cannot attack one part of the world without it affecting the whole earth, the whole body. Attacking other cultures, other nations, is a self-destructive act. It always comes back on you in some way.

Grabschrift auf einen Gehenkten Hier ruht er, wenn der Wind nicht weht!

Dear Father," she prayed, "please take care of this for me. Don't let me have to go anywhere or do anything with that MacCallummore man, please, dear Lord." When she arose she looked about her with eyes that were touched with peace again. Now she mustn't just sit here and brood over this thing. She had given it into God's hands, and that was all there was to do at present.