Quotes About Peace

I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In the water, I am safe and pulled in where I can't get out. Everything slows down—the noise and the racing of my thoughts.

Suddenly none of this would matter. No more worrying about where we're going or what's to become of us or if we'll ever disappoint another person again. All of it – just gone.

But he's not going anywhere, and then his hands find mine again. Instead of snatching it back, I make myself stand here too, and actually it's nice. The electric currents are racing. My body is humming. The breeze is blowing, rustling the leaves on the trees. It's almost like music. We stand side by side, looking out and up and around.

But when I'm with you, everything is quiet; everything just seems right, like my skin fits. And I don't just mean when I'm with you with you.

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

Penso bem melhor à noite, quando todo mundo está dormindo. Sem interrupções. Gosto da sensação de estar acordado quando ninguém está.

I love the world that is my room. It's nicer in here than out there, because in here I'm whatever I want to be.

Even though I'm not much into eating, dinner is one of the most enjoyable parts of my day because I get to turn my brain off.

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

Forgiveness isn't about condoning what has happened to you or someone else's actions against you.

yellow is meant to be a happy color, not the color of hate.

I could do with a bit of piece and quiet.

Polly soaked for a long time, reading her book, until she was warm again from the inside out, then put on her oldest, softest cotton pajamas and woollen socks, and propped herself up at the window to look out at the storm.

She stared into the distance and tried to think, honestly and properly, about her life: up here where it was clearer, and she could breathe, and she wasn't surrounded by a million people in a great hurry dashing or grabbing or shouting or achieving things in their lives that they plastered all over Facebook and Instagram, making you feel inadequate.

No experimental cures. No life-prolonging – and misery-prolonging – chemotherapy. As far as Colton was concerned, he had made his plans and said his goodbyes and was now letting the tide go out, ever so slightly; the waves came less far up the beach; the sea got further and further from view, bit by bit.

Aquele negócio de autorrealização era difícil de mais, pensou ela. Nina mal estava conseguindo ler uma única palavra, e isso foi a gota d'água. Lennox até podia ter arruinado a vida sexual dela, sua paz de espírito, suas esperanças de ser feliz algum dia, seu ganha-pão. Mas NINGUÉM iria arruinar sua leitura.

The men made war, he thought, not for the first time. The women suffered, and fought for the peace.

Up on the Rooftops

Have the people living here under untroubled circumstances and at so great a distance from the wars of others been afflicted with a poverty of experience, a sort of emotional anemia? Must living in peace - so fervently wished for throughout human history and yet enjoyed in only a few parts of the world - inevitably result in refusing to share it with those seeking refuge, defending it instead so aggressively that it almost looks like war?

I need peace," I say, closing my eyes. "I need to replenish myself with peace.

And I feel like all the tension and bad feelings between us evaporate into nothingness.

Why does sighing feel so good?" I muse. Kitty heaves a big sigh. "Well, it's basically the same thing as breathing. And it feels good to breathe. Air is delicious

The stars are out by the dozen; they look like faraway gems. We're so lucky to live by the mountains the way we do. You just feel closer to the stars. To heaven.