Quotes About Peace

Every position in life is balanced by creating a harmony between the inner self and the surrounding world.

One turns back and submits to fate, changes one's attitude, and finds peace in perseverance.

Perpetual peace is a dream, and it is not even a beautiful dream. War is an element in the order of the world ordained by God. In it the noblest virtues of mankind are developed; courage and the abnegation of self, faithfulness to duty, and a spirit of sacrifice: the soldier gives his life. Without war the world would stagnate, and lose itself in materialism.

It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a sky like that, I wish I could write music

To me the ideal doctor would be a man endowed with profound knowledge of life and of the soul, intuitively divining any suffering or disorder of whatever kind, and restoring peace by his mere presence.

Each country will be a moral force, and no longer a brutal force; while all brutal forces clash with themselves, all moral forces make mighty harmony together.

To live is to be happy to live. The usefulness of life ah! its expansion has not the mystic shapes we vainly dreamed of when we were paralyzed by youth. Rather has it a shape of anxiety, of shuddering, of pain and glory. Our heart is not made for the abstract formula of happiness, since the truth of things is not made for it either. It beats for emotion and not for peace. Such is the gravity of the truth.

Toi dont la douceur est si douce Qu'elle console l'Inconnu !

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

To win true peace, a man needs to feel himself directed, pardoned, and sustained by a supreme power, to feel himself in the right road, at the point where God would have him be - in order with God and the universe. This faith gives strength and calm.

What I dream of is an art of balance.

I put an apple on my table. Then I put myself inside this apple. What tranquility!

I was full of them. I had stopped being unfilled. Everything was perfection. I had no need to think, or weigh, or criticize, any more. No need to compare any more. My horizontal was now vertical. I existed at a height. I had not lived in vain.

Put personal ambition away from you, and then you will find consolation in living or in dying, whatever may happen to you.

There is no repose for the mind except in the absolute; for feeling except in the infinite; for the soul except in the divine.

Peace is not in itself a dream, but we know it only as the result of a momentary equilibrium--an accident.

They are patriotic in time of war because it is to their interest to be so, but in time of peace they follow power and the dollar wherever they may lead.

I had a vision of mankind to be: I saw no grated windows, heard no roar From iron mouths of war on land or sea; Ambition broke the sway of peace no more. Out of the chaos of ill-will had come Cosmos, the Age of Good, Millennium!

I shall not say, our life is all in vain, For peace may cheer the desolated hearth; But well I know that, on this weary earth, Round each joy-island is a sea of pain.

We combat obstacles in order to get repose, and, when got, the repose is insupportable.

For the first time in his life, Mont Blanc for a moment looked to him what it was - a chaos of anarchic and purposeless forces - and he needed days of repose to see it clothe itself again with the illusions of his senses, the white purity of its snows, the splendor of its light, and the infinity of its heavenly peace. Nature was kind; Lake Geneva was beautiful beyond itself, and the Alps put on charms real as terrors.

I love old gardens best- tired old garden that rest in the sun.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?

Glorious white birds in the blue October heights over the solemn unrest of ocean—their passing was more than music, and from their wings descended the old loveliness of earth which both affirms and heals. IV