Quotes About Peace

La paura della morte si dileguò e le subentrò una meravigliosa indifferenza. Egli si distese come per dormire. Il cielo gemmato della notte d'agosto stava immobile sopra di lui. Fra i miliardi di stelle nessuna baluginava. Stefano era solo nel mondo e col mondo.

l'oppressione, l'orrore, i massacri erano terminati per sempre. Il mondo progredito non li avrebbe più tollerati.

Thank You for letting me live for a little as one of the sane; thank You for letting me know what this is like. Thank You for letting me look at your frightening blue sky without fear, and your terrible world without terror, and your loveless psychotic and hopelessly lost with this love

Auto-Lullaby Think of a sheep knitting a sweater; think of your life getting better and better. Think of your cat asleep in a tree; think of that spot where you once skinned your knee. Think of a bird that stands in your palm. Try to remember the Twenty-first Psalm. Think of a big pink horse galloping south; think of a fly, and close your mouth. If you feel thirsty, then drink from your cup. The birds will keep singing until they wake up.

When goods do not cross borders, soldiers will.

What had been quiet and restful was now silent and empty.

in the long run, there can be no joy for anybody until there is joy finally for us all

O thou who art the sparrow's friend, he said, have mercy on this world that knows not even when it sins. O holy dove, descend and roost on Godric here so that a heart may hatch in him at last. Amen

The contradiction is resolved when you realize that for Jesus peace seems to have meant not the absence of struggle, but the presence of love. -p83

Knowing that even though you see only through a glass darkly, even though lots of things happen - wars and peacemaking, hunger and homelessness - joy is knowing, even for a moment, that underneath everything are the everlasting arms.

WHEN SOMEBODY you've wronged forgives you, you're spared the dull and self-diminishing throb of a guilty conscience. When you forgive somebody who has wronged you, you're spared the dismal corrosion of bitterness and wounded pride. For both parties, forgiveness means the freedom again to be at peace inside their own skins and to be glad in each other's presence.

We're all, by and large, comparatively speaking, rich people and have perhaps more than one home. And yet the question is, are we really at home anywhere? Are we really at home in any of our homes? Because it seems to me that to be at home somewhere means to be at peace somewhere and I have a feeling at some deep level there can really be no peace for any of us, no real home for any of us, until there is some measure of real peace for everybody until everybody has a home.

none to molest them or make them afraid.

love the natural, peaceful, and independent Christianity of Christ: I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of this land.

I am opposed to war, because I am a believer in Christianity. … I believe, if there is one thing more than another that has brought reproach upon the Christian religion, it is the spirit of war.

I felt some relief in contemplating the resting places of the dead, where there was an end to all distinctions between rich and poor, white and colored, high and low.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

Let those who are wearied with the clash of warring nations ... turn their attention to the silent life of vegetation ... and remember that the earth continues to teem with new life.

Under peaceful conditions, the warlike man attacks himself.

Christmas is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

Ja, vergiß nur, daß es Menschen gibt, darbendes, angefochtenes, tausendfach geärgertes Herz! und kehre wieder dahin, wo du ausgingst, in die Arme der Natur, der wandellosen, stillen und schönen.

Ser uno con todo, ésa es la vida de la divinidad, ése es el cielo del hombre. Ser uno con todo lo viviente, volver, en un feliz olvido de sí mismo, al todo de la naturaleza, ésta es la cima de los pensamientos y alegrías, ésta es la sagrada cumbre de la montaña, el lugar del reposo eterno donde el mediodía pierde su calor sofocante y el trueno su voz, y el hirviente mar se asemeja a los trigales ondulantes.

But the sower Loves to see a woman Fallen asleep in the daytime Over a half-knitted stocking.

versprecht ihr mir, Ihr Wälder meiner Jugend, wenn ich komme, die Ruhe noch einmal wieder?