Quotes About Peace

Isn't it fun,' she said and she smiled. I let the oars rest in the rowlocks. The water around the boat fell silent, and silently the cabin was floating up above the rocks and the smoke rose softly from the chimney, and how impossible it was to grasp that in the end something as fine as this could be ground into dust.

I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there was only silence. Years might go by and I did not think about it, but that does not mean that I did not long to be there. And now I am here, and it is almost exactly as I had imagined it.

All my life I have longed to be alone in a place like this. Even when everything was going well, as it often did. I can say that much. That it often did. I have been lucky. But even then, for instance in the middle of an embrace and someone whispering words in my ear I wanted to hear, I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there was only silence.

...Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile, ere thou and peace may meet.

He has outsoared the shadow of our night;Envy and calumny and hate and pain,And that unrest which men miscall delightCan touch him not and torture not again;From the contagion of the world's slow stainHe is secure, and now can never mournA heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain.

Peace is in the grave.The grave hides all things beautiful and good:I am a God and cannot find it there.

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose...

Away, away, from men and towns,To the wild wood and the downs.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep -- he hath awakened from the dream of life -- 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear,— Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.

Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath awakened from the dream of life

Away, away, from men and towns, / To the wild wood and the downs, — / To the silent wilderness, / Where the soul need not repress its music.

And beautiful, and there the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound.

War, waged from whatever motive, extinguishes the sentiment of reason and justice in the mind.

Look on yonder earth: The golden harvests spring; the unfailing sun Sheds light and life; the fruits, the flowers, the trees, Arise in due succession; all things speak Peace, harmony and love. The universe, In Nature's silent eloquence, declares That all fulfil the works of love and joy, - All but the outcast, Man.

A sound of waves is heard.] "It is the unpastured sea hungering for calm. Peace, monster; I come now.

Seek far from noise and day some western cave, Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds A lulling murmur weave?— [_30 Ianthe] doth not sleep The dreamless sleep of death:- Shelley, Percy Bysshe (2011-03-24). The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete (Kindle Locations 317-319). . Kindle Edition.

Equality is spiritual

Running always gave me time to think. It wasn't like practicing with a team, when I always worries if I was fitting in with everyone else. When I ran, I never thought about screwing someone else up or ruining the teams chance tow in. It was a solitary activity, and sometimes that felt nice.

Running always gave me time to think. It wasn't like practicing with a team, when I always worried if I was fitting in with everyone else. When I ran, I never thought about screwing someone else up or ruining the team's chance to win. It was a solitary activity, and sometimes that felt nice.

Spiritual rest can occur, even when a storm is raging.

The presence of God is not a burden to bear!