Quotes About Peace

As long as human nature is what it is, I'm afraid there will always be another war

Her quiet hands, filling up boxes, inviting all the silence to finally leave the room.

My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.

I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast. Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.

I loved God with all my child heart. He was truly to me "my Father who art in heaven." Well then, death whom He sent to every one, even to little babies, must be something good and not evil. Also, I thought, if the dead are unhappy, their faces would show it, and I had never seen a dead face without being struck by its strange quiet.

There is so much that must be done in a civilized barbarism like war.

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.

Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace, The soul that knows it not, knows no release, From little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear The sound of wings.

Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace, The soul that knows it not, knows no release From little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear The sound of wings. How can Life grant us boon of living, compensate For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate Unless we dare The soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay With courage to behold the restless day, And count it fair.

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little thing; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear nor mountain heights, where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings. How can life grant us boon of living, compensate for dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate unless we dare the souls dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay with courage to behold resistless day and count it fair.

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things.

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things; Knows not the livid loneliness of fear nor mountain heights, where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings. How can life grant us boon of living, compensate for dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate unless we dare the souls dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay with courage to behold resistless day and count it fair.

Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not. knows no release from little things.

Pitam se nemamo li svi mi u sebi svog neprijatelja i kako se protiv njega boriti?Za mene je borba protiv njega ?in pisanja,trenutak kad se osje?am dovoljno snažnom.Izme?u mene i njega tad se odvija dijalog i nije slu?ajnost što u mojim knjigama ima mnogo dijaloga.Rijetko osje?am mir.

The truly silent, who keeps apart,He is like a tree grown in a meadow.It greens, it doubles its yield,It stands in front of its lord.Its fruit is sweet, its shade delightful,Its end comes in the garden.

Our greatest salvation comes when we learn to let go and forgive the people in our past.

A contented mind is a continual feast.

A harvest of peace is produced from a seed of contentment.

I ask myself, is it just a wild flight of imagination to conceive of a world without war … but someone must try … " Julia Grace Wales

Only a man at peace with his Creator could find sleep in a place of worship.

After death there is either nothing or forgiveness.

Au bout de tant d'années passées parmi les vêtements-Blancs, il avait réussi à se bâtir une solitude, cette chère et irremplaçable solitude dont il s'enveloppait comme d'une cotte de mailles. La partager, c'était la perdre. Chaque fois qu'il en avait le loisir, il aimait à retrouver son discret repaire, seul, sans un autre compagnon que lui même. Pourquoi encombrer ses oreilles d'un bourdonnement humain?