Quotes About Peace

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then the world will know peace.

Hurray, I wake from yesterday, Alive but the war is here to stay, So my love Katherina and me Decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea, Not to die but to be reborn, Away from a land so battered and torn… Forever…

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, they will ind peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, they will find peace.

When the power of love overpowers the love of power, the world will know peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power thw world will know peace

Well, I see black and white and red and yellow, even green—getting together. And their weapons are shining clean—but I'm not talking about swords, knives, and guns. I'm talking about the power of God and the new rising sun.

I just want to live happily ever after, every now and then.

I have never cared about setting world records, or filling my boat with fish, or, for that matter, even catching fish. I go for the experience of spending six hours in the arms of the ocean, never thinking of a single thing except chasing fish.

God is not my personal valet. God does not build a protective fence around my life, keep me from trouble, fulfill my personal desires, or guarantee my success. However, through prayer God offers me comfort, reassurance, satisfaction, courage, hope, and peace.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.

The blood of Abraham,1 God's father of the chosen, still flows in the veins of Arab, Jew, and Christian, and too much of it has been spilled in grasping for the inheritance of the revered patriarch in the Middle East. The spilled blood in the Holy Land still cries out to God—an anguished cry for peace.

Not just the absence of sound, but positive, warm, burnished silence.

Qualquer amor já é um pouquinho de saúde, um descanso na loucura.

Any love is already a little bit of health, a rest in the madness.

Let me just be in the ground. Let me just be in the ground and go to sleep.

There is a common superstition that "self-respect" is a kind of charm against snakes, something that keeps those who have it locked in some unblighted Eden, out of strange beds, ambivalent conversations, and trouble in general. It does not at all. It has nothing to do with the face of things, but concerns instead a separate peace, a private reconciliation.

It's not you. It's anyone. Sometimes I don't want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.

I am easy here in a way that I am not easy in other places.

In New Orleans they have mastered the art of the motionless. In

The bereaved must be urged to "sit in a sunny room," preferably one with an open fire.

What I have made for myself is personal, but is not exactly peace.

but spend the afternoon in total silence, which involves not only not talking but also not reading, not writing, and not smoking. Even on discussion days, this silence is invoked for regular twenty-minute or hour intervals, a regimen described by one student as "invaluable for clearing your mind of personal hangups" and by Miss Baez as "just about the most important thing about the school.

A somnolence so dense it seemed to inhibit breathing…