Quotes About Peace

Wars did not cease in the twentieth century, notwithstanding the growth of international trade: it was not GATT but MAD, mutually assured destruction, which prevented large-scale wars after 1945.

Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry: Worry never fixes anything.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

War is not won by victory.

He thought that he would lie down and think about nothing. Sometimes he could do this. Sometimes he could think about the stars without wondering about them and the ocean without problems and the sunrise without what it would bring.

The more I'm let alone and not worried the better I can function.

The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want him for long He maketh me to lie down in green pastures and there are no green pastures He leadeth me beside still waters and still waters run deep

He was going to sleep a little while. He lay still and death was not there. It must have gone around another street. It went in pairs, on bicycles, and moved absolutely silently on the pavements.

In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it anymore.

El hombre que ha empezado a vivir seriamente por dentro, empieza a vivir más sencillamente por fuera

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight.

He was completely integrated now and he took a good long look at everything. Then he looked up at the sky. There were big white clouds in it. He touched the palm of his hand against the pine needles where he lay and he touched the bark of the pine trunk that he lay behind.

But now he said his thoughts aloud many times since there was no one that they could annoy.

The old man knew he was going far out and he left the smell of the land behind and rowed out into the clean early morning smell of the ocean.

In a snowstorm it always seemed, for a time, as though there were no enemies.

É bom que não tenhamos de tentar matar a lua, o sol ou as estrelas. Já é ruim viver no mar e ter de matar os nossos verdadeiros irmãos

Leave me with my memories. With my true, beautiful memories.

Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever.

Agrada-me pensar que não temos de matar as estrelas.

In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference

perhaps it is clear why a writer should be interested in the constant, bullying, murderous, slovenly crime of war.

We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore.

No. Rien à faire. Rien. Faut pas penser. Faut accepter.