Quotes About Peace

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Ah! when shall all men's goodBe each man's rule, and universal peaceLie like a shaft of light across the land,And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,Through all the circle of the golden year?

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;Ring out the thousand wars of old,Ring in the thousand years of peace.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapp'd in universal law.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

How fares it with the happy dead?

My factories may make an end of war sooner than your congresses. The day when two army corps can annihilate each other in one second, all civilized nations, it is to be hoped, will recoil from war and discharge their troops.

I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results.

A civilized society is one that exhibits the five qualities of truth, beauty, adventure, art and peace.

The deliberate aim at Peace very easily passes into its bastard substitute, Anesthesia.

A general definition of civilization: a civilized society is exhibiting the five qualities of truth, beauty, adventure, art, peace.

As soon as high consciousness is reached, the enjoyment of existence is entwined with pain, frustration, loss, tragedy. Amid the passing of so much beauty, so much heroism, so much daring, Peace is then the intuition of permanence. It keeps vivid the sensitiveness to the tragedy; and it sees the fineness beyond the faded level of surrounding fact. Each tragedy is the disclosure of an ideal: What might have been, and was not; What can be. The tragedy was not in vain.

World War I killed upwards of fifteen millions, wreaked immeasurable physical, social, and psychic damage, and left most of the citizens of the belligerent powers with a deep conviction that war must in some way be prohibited.

lleva su inolvidable belleza con la distraída tranquilidad de quien es mucho más profundo que el estar siendo bonita todo el tiempo.

He loved the gigantic peace the Desert gave him. The world was forgotten there; and not the world merely, but all memory of it. Everything faded out. The soul turned inwards upon itself.

We must keep our minds quiet-it's our minds they feel.

He disliked them, not because they were his fellow-countrymen, but because they were noisy and obtrusive, obliterating with their big limbs and tweed clothing all the quieter tints of the day that brought him satisfaction and enabled him to melt into insignificance and forget that he was anybody.

Here was the stillness of eternity.

She had dreamed that she lay beneath a spreading tree somewhere, a tree that whispered with ten thousand soft lips of green; and the dream continued for a moment even after waking.

Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might beWhere air might wash and long leaves cover me;Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers,Or where the wind's feet shine along the sea.

For words divide and rend;But silence is most noble till the end.

Here, where the world is quiet;Here, where all trouble seemsDead winds' and spent waves' riotIn doubtful dreams of dreams.

To sleep, to swim, and to dream, for ever.