Quotes About Peace

the war that will come now is every bit as bloody." "But you delayed it a few more years," said Verily. "What good is that?" "It's two or three more years of life. Of loving and marrying and having babies. Of buying and selling, of plowing and planting and harvesting, of moving and settling. It will be a different world in two or three years, and those who die in the war will have had that much more life. It's not a small thing, those years.

The future of the human race depends on good people who want to live at peace with their neighbors, and who are willing to protect their neighbors from those who don't want peace.

War gets invented every time there's somebody so hungry for domination that he can't leave peaceful nations alone.

I don't want to destroy anybody. And I don't want war, either. I want the world to hold together. Is that so bad?

Today, be proactive about forgiving those who have been the source of pain in your life.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

In war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.

When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child gives away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville.

the Garden of Death Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.

Satyagraha: the revelation of truth and the confrontation of injustice through nonviolent means.

In 1974, Mahmoud Darwish wrote Yasser Arafat's speech to the General Assembly of the United Nations: Today I have come bearing an olive branch in one hand and a freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand. 346 I repeat: do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.

He wondered if that was what the moment of death was about, the noise of the world and then the ease away from it.

Het enige wat je over oorlog moet weten, zoon, is: Niet gaan. "The only thing you need to know about war, son, is: Don't go.

she wanted to find a place within the sounds where nobody could find her.

Rumi, the poet, the Sufi, said, something I will never forget: Beyond right and wrong there is a field, I'll meet you there.

the hope that war will end is not chimerical. What was needed was to establish, by common consent, a central authority that would have the last word in every conflict of interest. Beyond that, anything which creates emotional ties between human beings inevitably counteracts war. What had to be sought was a community of feeling, and a mythology of the instincts.

I will always wonder what it was, what that moment of beauty was, when he whispered it to me, when we found him smashed up in the hospital, what it was he was saying when he whispered into the dark that he had seen something he could not forget, a jumble of words, a man, a building, I could not quite make it out. I can only hope that in the last minute he was at peace.

Rumi, the poet, the Sufi, said something that I will never forget: Beyond right and wrong there is a field, I'll meet you there.

Todo mal tienes dos remedios; el tiempo y el silencio.