Quotes About Peace

There should be no fear of death, for the death of the body is but a gentle passing to a much freer life

More and more I am learning to let go of urgency and to let my soul sink deeply and refreshingly into contemplation of the joy of the Spirit.

I'm not afraid to die. I just don't want to.

Strike against war, for without you no battles can be fought!

Happiness does not come from without, it comes from within

He will be sure to give us rest soon.

The little pilgrims lay down side by side and slept quietly until the morning.

At times of difficulty, watching birds ushers you into a different world, where no words need to be spoken.

No war can ever be just air.

Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions,' wrote John Muir. 'Earth hath no sorrows that earth cannot heal.

There could be no regret or mourning in her. No past or future. She lived in the present only, and that was my refuge.

I can't help but think of a line written by the poet Marianne Moore: The cure for loneliness is solitude.

Streets are like children, David thought; the small ones go to bed first.

Hatred (is) a cancer in the mind. Hatred (is) an acid eating away the soul.

She doesn't want to see anyone. She's happy like that, I think. Always relieved at the end of a visit.

I think it's swell that there are people you don't have to worry about when you don't see them for a long time, you don't have to wonder what they do, how they're getting along with themselves. You just know that they're all right, and probably doing something they like.

maybe she grew one more in the night and that's why the night sleep was so deep, it was a matching pair of sleeps. —

White-flowered shrubs thickened around her and so did sleep; it directed her limbs. Lie down now, sleep said sweetly. Lie down. These are the secret hours of the day, the time that owls and bats take to themselves. The stars change places now; let them. You lie down.

Why can't we kill this panic, or do the other thing and make it mute?

Afternoon has now turned to evening. The sparrows are silent, nested up under the eaves for the night. It is time for Pat's final meal.

Father asks me to tell all who have remained loyal to him and those over who they might have influence, that they should not advenge him, for he has forgiven everyone and prays for them all; that they should not themselves seek revenge; that they should remember that the evil there is now is in the world will become yet more powerful, and that it is not evil that will conquer evil – only love.

Happy voices, smiling faces, golden memories of a summer afternoon, of a world that could still laugh and talk of war as something far away.

Does it not seem strange, hatred and bloodshed and all the horrors of war- and there simply Paradise, sunshine and flowers and peace.

When would I learn the secret of happy, contented teamwork? Why did I always want to be the last link? If I would love the Lord with all my mind, I had to give Him all that I thought I knew or could do, and be willing for Him to place me anywhere within the team to do any job He chose for me. Only then would I exprience true peace of mind.