Quotes About Peace

And if one had a sorrow, Maine was the best place to be.

If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth.

I remembered a friend who'd died of a bad liver, and what he'd always said. Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again. It's hard to take, sure, but I feel sort of peaceful. Because it's always hurt ever since I was born.

My play over, watching the sun go down, I'd frown and blow on the wound, and then I felt a sense of peace, as if I and the gray evening landscape were confiding in each other. Just the opposite from heroin or melting together in a woman's juices, the pain made me stand out from my surroundings, the pain made me feel as if I were shining. And I thought this shining self could get along well with the lovely orange light of the setting sun.

Al vivir, el hombre siente que es todas las personas y todas las cosas, así que no puede anhelar nada puesto tiene todo lo que es posibe tener, y al sentirse todo, no puede hacer daño a nadie ni a nada pues nadie hace daño a uno mismo

Dawn and Dusk - these are the most pleasant hours in Africa. The sun is either not yet scorching, or it is no longer so - it lets you be, lets you live.

El silencio así, en demasía, me parece un exceso gravoso, tanto como el griterío en balde.

Birkaç aÄŸlama nöbetinin ard?ndan ÅŸimdi ÅŸu dingin ruh haliyle ne kadar güzelleÅŸti. Varl??? hüzünle ac?n?n güzel bir uyumu

When I get up in the morning I go straight back to bed again. I feel best in the evening, the moment I dowse the candle, pull the eiderdown over my head. I raise myself up once more, look about the room with an indescribable peace of mind, and then it's goodnight, down under the eiderdown.

The present state of the world and the whole of life is diseased. If I were a doctor and were asked for my advice, I would reply: Create silence! The Word of God cannot be heard in the noisy world of today. And even if it were blazoned forth with all the panoply of noise so that it could be heard in the midst of all the other noise, then it would no longer be the Word of God. Therefore create Silence.

I raise myself up once more, look about the room with an indescribable peace of mind, and then it's goodnight, down under the eiderdown.

In infinite resignation there is peace and repose; anyone who wants it, who has not debased himself by—what is still worse than being too proud—belittling himself, can discipline himself into making this movement, which in its pain reconciles one to existence.

Of one thing I am certain: No single people, tradition, religion, governmental form, ethical program, moral code, or civilization has had sufficient wisdom and goodness to set the pattern and govern he world in the was of peace, decency and mutual respect. I do not believe God ever intended it to be that way. He wants us to reach out and learn from the wisdom he has given to humanity over broad sweeps of time and place and personality.

Self-reflection is always an early step to healing, and forgiveness is the soul's sweetest healing.

Come to me, Lord and Lady Heal this spirit, heal this soul Come to me, Lord and Lady Mind and body shall be whole! Beast of the burning sunlight Sear this wound that pain may cease Mistress of the silver moonlight Hold us fast and bring us peace— Come to me, Lord and Lady Mind and body shall be whole!

Peace to the sky Sky to the earth Earth beneath sky Strength in all.

Novissima hora est; and I fain would sleep. The pain has weaned me ... Into Thy hands, O Lord, into Thy hands ...

But always when I was without a book, my soul at once became disturbed, and my thoughts wandered.

Sometimes it's just over and you can't make it all right. Justification by works: an overrated idea.

On December 15th, 1971, Tiger Niazi surrendered to Sam Manekshaw;

Water creates love more easily than victory.

You can get the boys out of the war, but you can't get the war out of the boys.

Who tonight are the Hindus? Who are the Muslims? Here in Kashmir, our stories sit happily side by side on the same double bill, we eat from the same dishes, we laugh at the same jokes. We will joyfully celebrate the reign of the good king Zain-ul-abidin, and as for our Muslim brothers and sisters, no problem!

For an instant, silence, nosier than a waterfall.