Quotes About Peace

The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.

Loneliness is a strange gift.

i sing of Olaf glad and bigwhose warmest heart recoiled at war

Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.

Persist not in calling attention to a matter calculated to cause division.—Patimokkha. Dwell together in mutual love.—Brahmanadhammika-sutta.

There are dread secrets that none may know and have peace. More, secrets that render whosoever knoweth them an alien unto the tribe he belongs to, that cause him to walk alone on earth, for he who takes, pays.

The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night's sleep.

We tossed stones into the water. We just existed.

I mean, when I die, throw my ashes in the water of the tiny beach. Then when you miss me, you can climb up here, look down, and think how awesome I was.

and it feels like the universe is reorganizing itself, and I know any anger we felt has disappeared.

And think how he has been brought up-, free from all the superstition and ignorance that lead men to hate one another in the name of God.

Alas, here is the bigger problem: maybe the reason we North Americans struggle to find makarios in our personal lives is because we don't have a word in our native language to denote it.

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

Freedom and peace is even sweeter than wealth and honors.

The mother smiled at his earnestness - smiled without the least misgiving; for, to her apprehension, the youth was still a boy, to wonder at and admire beauty, without being in the least danger of having his peace of mind disturbed by love.

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.

I don't know how to make peace with things, were each moment to tear itself away from time to give me a kiss.

I do like Christmas on the whole.... In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But it is clumsier every year.

There was something better in life than this rub­bish, if only he could get to it—love—nobility—big spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend. . .

I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.

It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.

She hated war and liked soldiers—it was one of her amiable inconsistencies.

Happy Charlotte, who, though greatly troubled over things that did not matter, seemed oblivious to things that did...