Quotes About Peace

Truth hath a quiet breast.

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!

For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,An age of discord and continual strife?Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,And is a pattern of celestial peace.

I could be well contentTo entertain the lag-end of my lifeWith quiet hours.

O sleep! O gentle sleep!Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids downAnd steep my senses in forgetfulness?

For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

A peace above all earthly dignities,A still and quiet conscience.

Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days.

Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.

Duncan is in his grave;After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothingCan touch him further.

The naked, poor, and mangled Peace,Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births.

If it were now to die,'Twere now to be most happy.

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

His cares are now all ended.

And sleep in dull cold marble.

Now my soul hath elbow-room.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.

William Shakespeare

My crown is in my heart, not on my head;Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content;A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

The isle is full of noises,Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,Will make me sleep again.