Quotes About Peace

Take me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be...

There's no peace in dying, but there's peace when it's done.

At some point I asked her if she was at peace with the idea of dying. She looked at me like I was stupid and insane. "No," she said. "I want to live." You idiot! would have finished the sentence nicely. It was one of the only times she seemed really disappointed in me. I realized I had learned everything I know about death from movies. There is no peace in dying.

By keeping "peaceful" in this instance, we end up consenting to the destruction of all peace - for so long as we condone injustice by a small but powerful group, we condone the destruction of all social stability, all real peace

Grant us safe lodging, and holy rest," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at last." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and still had a long way to go.

There are few things as seemingly untouched by the real world as a child asleep.

why Edward Bonshaw had been so attached to it? "A glooming peace this morning with it brings"—well, yes, and why would such darkness ever depart? Who can happily think of what else happened to Juliet and her Romeo, and not dwell on what happened to them at the end of their story?

Vano è dire che gli esseri umani dovrebbero contentarsi della tranquillità: occorre loro l'azione; e la creeranno, se non riescono a trovarla.

There are times when I need to read the Thirty-seventh Psalm, over and over again. Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: fret not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil.

INTO PARADISE MAY THE ANGELS LEAD YOU

Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: fret not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil.

I'm not sure it's altogether right to encourage and reward fighting and killing, but that's the way things are.

We must go home to be happy, and our home is not in this world. Here we have nothing to do but our duty.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.

I wish you could infuse a little confidence of human nature into my heart. I cannot muster any -- the world is too brutal for me -- I am glad there is such a thing as the grave -- I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

I can feel the daisies growing over me.

Upon the honey'd middle of the night

To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

There was Lorenzo slain and buried in, There in that forest did his great love cease; Ah! when a soul doth thus its freedom win, It aches in loneliness — is ill at peace 220

O soft embalmer of the still midnight

I sue not for my happy crown again; I sue not for my phalanx on the plain; I sue not for my lone, my widow'd wife; I sue not for my ruddy drops of life, My children fair, my lovely girls and boys! 550 I will forget them; I will pass these joys; Ask nought so heavenward, so too–too high: Only I pray, as fairest boon, to die, Or be deliver'd from this cumbrous flesh

Who wants peace? Santa asked. Ignatius got a sign up in front the house about peace. I mighta known, Santa said angrily. First that boy wants a king, now he wants peace. I'm telling you, Irene. For your own good. That boy's gotta be put away.