Quotes About Peace

There are two kinds of people in the world, Norman. People who have things and people who want the things other people have. A day don't go by that there's not war somewhere in this world. A war to end all wars? That's like saying a disease to end all diseases. Only way that'll happen is when every human being on this earth is dead.

He'd never slept with Molly before. Before, the bed had been a place of brief coming together and of leaving. It felt god to lie beside her with the early sun beyond the window and the cabin full of qiet. It was peaceful and healing to be with her and not be cut apart by guilt.

embrace the journey that I find peace. My tale of the four orphans who set sail together on an odyssey isn't quite finished. Their lives went far beyond the rolling farmlands and high bluffs and river towns and remarkable people they encountered on their meanderings that summer. Here is the end of the story begun many pages ago, an accounting of where the greater

Anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear. Fill your pockets with these heavy stones and you spend your life trying not to drown. Throw them away and you float. The great current of life simply sweeps you up and carries you joyously to the place you were always meant to come to. Make no mistake, you will arrive there either way, through struggle or surrender. But one is the way of pain, the other of peace.

Bobby had a gift and the gift was his simplicity. The world for Bobby Cole was a place he accepted without needing to understand it. Me

There is a river that runs through time and the universe, vast and inexplicable, a flow of spirit that is at the heart of all existence, and every molecule of our being is a part of it. And what is God but the whole of that river? … Perhaps the most important truth I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

Every heart wants to find peace. In the end, that is the place the Creator takes us.

They're never far from us, you know. ... The dead. No more'n a breath. You let the last one go and you're with them again.

When my mother finally sang it was not just a hymn she offered, it was consummate comfort. She sang slowly and richly and delivered the heart of that great spiritual as if she was delivering heaven itself and her face was beautiful and full of peace. I shut my eyes and her voice reached out to wipe away my tears and enfold my heart and assure me absolutely that Bobby Cole was being carried home.

She sang slowly and richly and delivered the heart of that great spiritual as if she was delivering heaven itself and her face was beautiful and full of peace. I shut my eyes and her voice reached out to wipe away my tears and enfold my heart and assure me absolutely that Bobby Cole was being carried home.

I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

We erect fences. We build walls. And what does that invite? Hostility breeds hostility. Fear breeds fear.

The dead are} "somewhere else. Beyond pain. Beyond fear. Beyond anger. Beyond caring. These are the burdens of the living. From Heaven's Keep

I try not to want. I try instead to accept.

Meloux closed his eyes, lifted his face to the sun, breathed deeply. "That is all of life," the old Mide said quietly. "What?" Stephen asked. "Letting go of the questions. Letting go of the fear that there will be no answers." "Will there be answers?" "What we believe we want is like knocking on a closed door. Better to open ourselves to what we have and what we know. The beauty of this moment.

the most important truth I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

Maybe the dead have finally gone to rest." "They never do, Bo." He thought about the dead who were with him now and who always would be, and he knew Otter was right.

little insurance in case you're inclined toward a different destination." In the Jeep, Cork followed No Voice back up the dirt track to the compound. The Arapaho and his grandson still stood in the shade of the outbuilding. Cork waved as he passed to let them know he bore them no ill will. They didn't respond, just stood watching as the two vehicles kicked up dust on their way out.

Wherever you are, and whatever happened, it's okay. Just come home.

the sky, settling in

In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne I shope me in shroudes as I a shepe were, In habite as an heremite vnholy of workes, Went wyde in þis worlde wondres to here.

There's a place you can get to. It's hard to find and it's easy to fall out of, but there it is, that place. It is the sweetest place you've never been and it's called I Don't Give a Crap. Book yourself a ticket.

May blessings fall down upon you, all your days.

A boy who hears a lesson in history ended by the beauty of peace, and how Napoleon brought ruin upon the world and that he should be forever cursed, will not long have much confidence in his teacher. He wants to hear more about the fighting and less about the peace negotiations.