Quotes About Peace

Deficiency will result in shame and sorrow but caution and foresight will bring peace and security.

When you have to depart from this world and have to meet death (eventually), then why wish delay? (i.e., why feel nervous about death?)

The best deed of a great man is to forgive and forget.

It's all right to forget, you know, he said. It's good to. In fact, we have to forget things sometimes. Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we'd never sleep ever again.

It's alright to forget, you know. It's good to. In fact we have to forget things sometimes. Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we'd never sleep ever again.

It's all right to forget, you know, he said. It's good to. In fact, we have to forget things sometimes. Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we'd never sleep ever again.

It's all right to forget, you know, he said. It's good to. In fact, we have to forget things sometimes. Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we'd never sleep ever again.

He was, she thought, as beautiful as a young god, lying on his side among the grass and flowers

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

no peace with Napoleon, that he was possessed of a thirst for power that could never be assuaged; our only hope lay in opposing him to the utmost.

and nobody would write peace on no walls...'cause it would be peace...and our hearts would be free!

ARAH lay on a quilt under a tree. The darkness was all around her, but through the branches she could see one bright star. It was comfortable to look at.

Knowing that our happiness Might never come again; I, not forgetting, "Till death us do part," Was outrageously happy With death in my heart. Lovers in peacetime With fifty years to live, Have time to tease and quarrel And question what to give; But lovers in wartime Better understand The fullness of living, With death close at hand.

For I remember it is Easter morn, And life and love and peace are all new born.

The fact is, I have been dead so long and it has been simply such a grim shoving of the hours behind me…since the hideous summer of '78, when I went down to the deep sea, its dark waters closed over me and I knew neither hope nor peace.

If we could live without suffering, we'd find no peace in heaven.

I want this noise within me to die down.

I went to a place like another planet where I felt good without wanting something.

Can't I go lonely to bed?

I rest all night in the eye of a hurricane.

I don't want to bother anyone anymore, I try to stay still.

Death is beautiful the way you are

the hour has not yet ended in which under a cloth of laurel I sat quite still.

We were copacetic.