Quotes About Peace

Shalom aleichem.

That moment of horror had finally given the young gardener what she'd longed for. Company. Acceptance. It was too bad it came at such a cost, but then peace often did.

No place could ever be warmer than Three Pines.

order was freedom. To live in chaos was to live in a prison. Order freed the mind for other things.

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens.

The room was filled with volume and volumes. With light. With peace.

Why did you say he was dead?" Marc asked. If he hadn't Beauvoir would have. He'd always thought his own family more than a little odd. Never a whisper, never a calm conversation. Everything was charged, kinetic. Voices raised, shouting, yelling. Always in each other's faces, in each other's lives. It was a mess. He'd yearned for calm, for peace, and had found it in Enid. Their lives were relaxed, soothing, never going too far, or getting too close.

Y las bibliotecas: silenciosas, tranquilas. Un refugio para el caos de la vida adolescente.

very few people were ever really carefree. But there were moments of bliss.

He'd learned that from his mother. She'd taught him that order was freedom. To live in chaos was to live in a prison. Order freed the mind for other things.

They settled, just for one blessed instant, on a place that held love, not loss.

Yes. Armand Gamache hated guns.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything." ? Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling

There were few things more soothing, Jean-Guy thought, than hearing people you love talking softly in another room.

Where there is love, there is courage Where there is courage, there is peace Where there is peace, there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.

circling the green. She

A peace above all earthly dignities," she quoted. Then turned back to the room. "A still and quiet conscience.

That in the midst of your nightmare, the final one, a kind lion will pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck, Home. Home. He wanted to go home. And sit by the fire. And listen to their friends talking and laughing. To hold Reine-Marie's hand and watch their grandchildren play. And caress you into darkness and paradise.

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens. You can't erase the past. It's trapped in there with you. But you can make peace with it. If you don't,' he said, 'you'll be at perpetual war.

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

I know, I know, I know she's with God," said Robert. "I know she's at peace. But oh God, oh God.

knows she's loved. What more do any of us want?

quiet for a sunny London afternoon. He said, 'It's too quiet.

May the merciful gods, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.