Quotes About Peace

He remembered the cold nights in their Arkansas cabin when he was a boy—how his mother piled quilts on top of him and his brothers, how peaceful it seemed under the quilts. Then it seemed like sleep was one of the most wonderful things in life.

A sleeping man would miss the best of the evening, and the moonrise as well.

They sorry," Deets said. "Saying won't change it. He's gone, don't worry about him. He's gone to the peaceful place." He put his hand

Crowded up in a room, it was difficult for her to keep herself—on the grass, with the sky far above, it was easy.

I wouldn't mind to die if I could just do it warm.

I need exercise and solitude. This time of confinement has threatened my sanity!

The overall intent is to make everyone sufficiently happy (or in some cases, insufficiently unhappy).

Out of town I could simply be , I could feel my self , firm and calm and unmalleable as I could not when I was in school or in any of the usual human communities that seemed to weaken or scatter me. I could sit for an hour in the rocks above the Knife River, asking for no more discourse than that water's monotonous gabble. I was an inward child, it was true, but beyond that, I felt a contentment outside human society that I couldn't feel within it.

Deputy sheriff." He looked down at his shirt as though he expected to see his badge there. "Which I owe to your granddad and your dad. You know what your granddad said it means to be a peace officer in Montana? He said it means knowing when to look and when to look away. Took me a while to learn that.

But being absent and being peaceful are two different things. They can look alike, but they are really the opposite.

I'd want to remember how I had felt sitting here—to take it with me, this sense of relief I knew we were both feeling, the quietly growing momentum that eventually I'd understand comes from letting go of the things you were holding on too tightly to in the first place.

We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job

A load lifted as the day stretches out before him, empty and relaxed.

Un instante de paz donde todo se comprendía, donde todo tenía sentido, aunque no pudiera explicarse con palabras, pues no había lenguaje que lo pueda nombrar.

Then the fire was shining on the hearth, the cold and the dark and the wild beasts were all shut out, and Jack the brindle bulldog and Black Susan the cat lay blinking at the flames in the fireplace. Ma sat in her rocking chair, sewing by the light

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take

Mid pleasures and places though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

She craved solitude, but not infinite solitude.

It seemed as natural as two blades of grass brushing each other in the wind.

Ingeborg lifted her face to the sun, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the lake—wavelets lapping the shore, birds singing and two jays scolding above them, the wind sharing secrets with the crags, and children laughing and shouting. The mountain music filled Ingeborg with such joy, it leaked out her eyes and down her cheeks.

the sun was already stretching golden fingers across the grass, the blades sparkled green, like a welcome mat sprinkled with diamonds.

If you're alive, don't move, if you're dead, don't worry about it.

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.