Quotes About Peace

Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that—because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.

And I pray, if there are ever two children who come visit my home here, that you will give them the courage to say shalom, so that they will know they do not have to remain in hiding. Amen

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, whose thoughts are fixed on you!

Nothing left to do but smile.

If we take the word "need" to mean something basic to human survival—food, shelter, clothing—or basic to human contentment—peace, love, safety, companionship, intimacy, a sense of fulfillment—these will be sought and found by people whether or not there is advertising. In fact, advertising intervenes between people and their needs, separates them from direct fulfillment and urges them to believe that satisfaction can be obtained only through commodities.

What men want is to do whatever the hell stupid thing it is that we're doing, and if you could please just leave me the hell alone and let me do it, I think we'll both be a lot happier.

And each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I could have lowered my shade to make it darker and easier to sleep, but I never did. In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.

And each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I could have lowered my shade to make it darker and easier to sleep, but I never did. In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side...

A full moon falling on the snow lit up the world - who needed electricity?

Don't hate him either. You shouldn't hate anybody ... If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people ... A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it's hungry. ... You keep feeding it more and more people, and the more it gets, the more it wants. It's never satisfied. And pretty soon it squeezes all the love out of your heart ... and all you'll have left is a hateful heart.

each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories

Clearly, she had erased herself. She was gone. She was serenity. Her lips faintly smiling. Her golden skin. The glowing thread ends of her hair. She seemed to have been dipped in sunlight and set here to dry.

The price of peace had been high: expelling himself from the gang, proclaiming himself a traitor, banishing his beloved pet. For such a price, a peace should be excellent. Yet when Palmer reached for it, tried to taste it, it was not there.

He had found the one calm place in the midst of the storm, a quiet voice calling him to earth.

For the uncontrolled there is no wisdom, nor for the uncontrolled is there the power of concentration; and for him without concentration there is no peace. And for the unpeaceful, how can there be happiness?

Brother fought against brother, fathers swung axes against sons in front of their mothers. An invisible force divided people, split families, addled brains. Only the elders remained sane, scurrying from one side to the other, begging the combatants to make peace. They cried in their squeaky voices that there was enough war in the world without starting one in the village.

Remember the good, only the good. Don't borrow trouble from the past.

He was ready to stop trying to matter; he was ready to simply live.

Sometimes, now, when she sees how content Pat and Lydia are, she feels like a spent salmon: her work here is done. But other times, honestly, the whole idea of being at peace just pisses her off. At peace? Who but the insane would ever be at peace? What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

Gratefulness for being an American will give calm and peace to anyone. Our good fortune to be born on this soil, or to have emigrated here, is something we should regularly dwell on, and openly thank God for.

I won the battles, Justin. And I won the war. And now there is no more fighting. Now there is peace. You told me to let the joy win out, and I am choosing to do that.

The minute we hit the air, you are surprisingly relaxed. All of your problems seem to go away. Your stomach doesn't drop. There's no falling sensation. It's just freeing. It's as close to flying as you'll ever get. A calm like you've never known before, and you don't want it to end.

Carrying anger with you is like lighting your own house on fire to get rid of rats. The rats run to safety while you burn yourself down. Forgive. Let go. Heal.

The world would be a much nicer place if people only used guns on themselves.