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Quotes About Peace

Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness of the great city, the first wallflowers scenting her lap, had little by little melted her heart.
~ Émile Zola
Life in the silent, secluded little mansion in Passy was as smooth and regular as the gentle ticking of its antiquated clocks. (89)
~ Émile Zola
se reposant de tout un après-midi de flânerie.
~ Émile Zola
May the joy we once felt in this place accompany you wherever you've gone.
~ Emilie Richards
However , it's over, and I'll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but I'd ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I'll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I'm an angel!
~ Emily Bronte
I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel and assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.
~ Emily Bronte
Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?
~ Emily Bronte
But, yet, even this tranquility Brings bitter, restless thoughts to me.
~ Emily Bronte
I listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
~ Emily Bronte
He wanted all to lie in an ecstacy of peace; i wanted all to sparkle, and dance in a glorious jubilee.
~ Emily Bronte
Cum a putut crede cineva vreodat? c? cei ce odihnesc în pacea p?mântului ar putea avea un somn tulburat?
~ Emily Bronte
Oh! not for them, should we despair, The grave is drear, but they are not there; Their dust is mingled with the sod, Their happy souls are gone to God!
~ Emily Bronte
Me pregunte, asombrado, como habia quien pudiera atribuir un descanso atormentaddo a los que duermen en la serenidad de aquella tierra tan tranquila
~ Emily Bronte
Deixe-me a sós, que preciso pensar; enquanto penso, não sofro...
~ Emily Bronte
Me parece apreciar en la muerte un reposo que ni el infierno ni la tierra son capaces de quebrantar, y me invade la sensación de un futuro eterno y sin sombras. Sí; la Eternidad.
~ Emily Bronte
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
~ Emily Bronte
Vejo na morte um repouso que nem a terra nem o inferno podem romper, e sinto a certeza de uma eternidade sem fim e sem limites — a Eternidade em que o defunto acabou de entrar —, onde a vida perdura para sempre e o amor e a alegria também.
~ Emily Bronte
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle, and dance in a glorious jubilee.
~ Emily Bronte
How can I be at peace if we are parted?
~ Emily Bronte
Next morning—bright and cheerful out of doors—stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.
~ Emily Bronte
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
~ Emily Bronte
I am going to her; and you, darling child, shall come to us;' and never stirred or spoke again; but continued that rapt, radiant gaze, till his pulse imperceptibly stopped, and his soul departed. None could have noticed the exact minute of his death, it was so entirely without struggle.
~ Emily Bronte
Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting; Sunk to peace the twilight breeze: Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees.
~ Emily Bronte
Bana göre ise en büyük mutluluk, bat? rüzgar? eserken, gökte de pamuk gibi beyaz bulutlar uçuÅŸurken, h???r h???r eden yemyeÅŸil bir aÄŸaçta sallanmakt?r.
~ Emily Bronte