Quotes About Peace

Nothing on this earth is worth buying at the price of human blood.

Ayla loved these moments of solitude. Basking in the sun, feeling relaxed and content, she thought about nothing in particular, except the beautiful day and how happy she was.

I no longer fight, I accept.

It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That's when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running.

When I was out on the battlements it was cool and I could hardly hear them. I sat there quietly. I don't know how long I sat. Then I turned round and saw the sky. It was red and all my life was in it.

Rain, forever raining. Drown me in sleep. And soon.

there is peace in despair in exactly the same way as there is despair in peace.

He was still looking steadily at her. His eyes were clear, cool and hard, but something in the depths of them flickered and shifted. She thought: 'He'd take any advantage he could -- fair or unfair. Caddish he is.' Then as she stared back at him she felt a great longing to put her head on his knees and shut her eyes. To stop thinking. Stop the little wheels in her head that worked incessantly. To give in and have a little peace. The unutterably sweet peace of giving in.

She was silence itself.

We fought over a girl's smile, not because of the color of our skins. It created friendships, not hatreds.

France was at peace; one couldn't shoot the bearers of bad news.

If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.

She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.

I am sure that if we can find reconciliation with our past – whether parents, partners or friends – we should try and do that. It won't be perfect, it will be a compromise . . . but it might mean acceptance and, the big word, forgiveness.

moss that is concentrating on being green.

We walked in silence. Nature can cancel thought. We needed to walk and there was nothing more to say.

Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream. This is one story. There will be another.

The library was quiet. It was busy but it was quiet and I thought it must be like this in a monastery where you had company and sympathy but your thoughts were your own.

Contentment is a feeling you say? Are you sure it's not an absence of feeling?

Only in death may we be reunited with those we have lost. For myself, I do not seek death but neither do I fear that which will bring me peace.

If you do wrestle with it and find the spring of its opening it will be a place to rest in all the days of your life.

We had killed them all without firing a shot. I prayed for the snow to fall and bury them for ever. When the snow falls you can almost believe the world is clean again. Is every snowflake different? No one knows.

I can't stay here. These wars will never end. Even if we get home, there'll be another war. I thought he'd end wars for ever, that's what he said. One more, he said, one more and then there'll be peace and it's always been one more. I want to stop now.

He had seen the vision of perfect heroism and, for a fleeting moment, the vision of perfect peace. He sought it again, to balance him. He was a warrior who longed to grow herbs.