Quotes About Peace

Why art thou come, man of despair and blood! To these green vales and streams, o'erhung with wood; These hills, where, far from life's discordant throng, The lonely goat-maid chaunts her matin song; This sylvan glen, where age in peace reclines, Soothed by the whisper of his native pines; Where, in the twilight of his closing days, Upon the glimmering lake he loves to gaze; And, like his life, sees on the shadowy flood, The still, sweet eve descending!

A sane being wished for peace and serenity, not to be the mortar in which the ingredients of destiny are finely ground.

Christine read the text slowly, shook her head, and thought: Is there nothing but violence everywhere? Is there no real peace anywhere in the world? She wondered if her daughter should be taught such things, but sighing in a gentle protest, feeling that others surely knew more about these matters of faith than she did, she asked her daughter the questions required.

He tidies away abandoned things, like scraps of quarrel, or pieces of spite. He banishes small troubles, makes ghosts happy, soothes tired curtains, charms kettles into singing, and stops milk sulking.

Dunia adalah milik orang bersemangat yang bisa menjaga ketenangannya.

Siempre he envidiado a las personas que se duermen con facilidad. Sus cerebros deben de estar más limpios, los suelos del cráneo bien barridos, y todos los pequeños monstruos de la mente encerrados en un baúl a los pies de la cama.

What Slattery wants is a ring painted on concrete in the empty desert. With no living spectator around for miles, just him and the grinning demons. A chance to fight them each, one by one . . . to leave them broken and humbled, or even to lose the fights, but with nobility, and earn the respect of all the men who have showed him none. I want peace, he thinks to himself late at night. I want peace. But then he dreams of fistfights.

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. I was born an insomniac and that's the way I'll die, wasting thousands of hours along the way longing for unconsciousness,

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

And what would you do if you lost a child? -I would think I was going to die, Elena said. But I wouldn't. I learned long ago that I must give up my child to the earth, to God, to the world, to death, to the possibility of death, to the possibility of disease, and in doing so I became at peace. Because I had let my child go. And in letting the child go, I became colder, more distant, and more at peace. But I still loved the child, don't be wrong. As you love your child. I am sorry.

It's better to swallow pride than blood.

One cannot subdue a man by holding back his hands. Lasting peace comes not from force.

In the end, the work of diplomats continues even while others fight. So, it's not necessarily true that everyone needs to march.

Companionate love is the calmer state that comes after, filled more with quiet satisfaction, friendship, and a gentler happiness

no one has ever gone to war over music.

BE AT REST ONCE MORE, O MY SOUL. PSALM 116:7

We spend more time worrying about the problem than taking steps to solve it. Are you unable to sleep because you can't stop thinking about your problems? It's time to take that next big step. Put yourself in God's hands tonight and pray that He will lead you in the right direction. Then simply let go and trust Him, believing that you will sense God's direction and that He will bring you the peace you need.

Put yourself in God's hands tonight and pray that He will lead you in the right direction. Then simply let go and trust Him, believing that you will sense God's direction and that He will bring you the peace you need.

As his (C. S. Lewis's) good friend Owen Barfield once remarked, Lewis radiated a sense that the spiritual world is home, that we are always coming back to a place we have never yet reached.

What Churchill described as the twin marauders of war and tyranny have been almost entirely banished from our continent. Today, hundreds of millions dwell in freedom, from the Baltic to the Adriatic, from the Western Approaches to the Aegean.

Today, hundreds of millions dwell in freedom, from the Baltic to the Adriatic, from the Western Approaches to the Aegean. And while we must never take this for granted, the first purpose of the European Union - to secure peace - has been achieved and we should pay tribute to all those in the EU, alongside Nato, who made that happen.

H. G. Wells wrote a history of humanity as a response to the carnage of World War I. There can be no peace now, we realize, but a common peace in all the world; no prosperity but a general prosperity. But there can be no common peace and prosperity without common historical ideas.… With nothing but narrow, selfish, and conflicting nationalist traditions, races and peoples are bound to drift towards conflict and destruction.2

After all, the object isn't to become so mentally strong that we can suffer through any experience; the object is to become so peaceful inside that we choose not to suffer when the pain comes.

Is there nothing,' cried Larka bitterly, 'nothing we can see in life that is too terrible? No horror we can see that will bring peace?