Quotes About Peace

Nothing is solid; nothing is black and white. Love is fluid, and so is peace, without shape or edges, fresh water flowing from the river's mouth into the sea.

gardening was the same as prayer: being quiet, present, and appreciative of nature.

All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.

It was a view I never tired of, especially

How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

Nature seemed to have folded satisfied hands to rest, knowing that her long wintry slumber was coming upon her.

I'd be in such a hurry to get into bed, nice and quiet, and imagine things

How jolly it was not to hate anybody anymore. Life and she were friends again.

Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.

I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string

In a halo of rainbow glory, I sit me down to rest. I forget the present and future, I live over the past once more, As I see before me crowding the beautiful days of yore.

El viento ululaba entre las ramas de los árboles, y ya se sabe que en el mundo no hay música más dulce que la del viento sonando en las copas de los pinos al atardecer

You've learned the secret of happiness.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older — how to forgive.

Science and industry, and their progress, might turn out to be the most enduring thing in the modern world. Perhaps any speculation about a coming collapse of science and industry is, for the present and for a long time to come, nothing but a dream; perhaps science and industry, having caused infinite misery in the process, will unite the world - I mean condense it into a single unit, though one in which peace is the last thing that will find a home.

The best for me, perhaps, would be if I could lie down one evening and not wake up again.

Ah, to be no longer conscious of being, like a stone, like a plant! To remember no longer even one's own name! Stretched out upon the grass, hands interlaced at the back of one's neck, to look up at the dazzling, sun-puffed clouds as they sail past in the blue sky, to listen to the wind which makes, up there in the chestnut grove, a sound like the breaking of the sea.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

She gazed right through it to the future, another time and place without this jangling cascade of arbitrary noise.

Don't let happiness slip through your fingers because of old angers and mistakes.

their voices too low to disturb the birds singing in the tall cherry trees.

How incredible it is that in this fragile existence, we should hate and destroy one another.

Swimming is my salvation. Ask me in the middle of winter, or at the end of a grueling day, or after a long stretch at the computer, where I'd most like to be, and the answer is always the same: in the water, gliding weightless, slicing a silent trail through whatever patch of blue I can find.

In sleep, Ross's face was unguarded, his expression soft. It made him appear much younger. He also snored loud enough to wake the dead. It made her think it would be a good thing did she fall asleep first every night for the rest of their marriage. Annabel