Quotes About Peace

my greatest pleasure was to stop in country cemeteries, to stretch out between two graves, and to smoke for hours on end.

Silence," he would say, "brings man closer to God and makes him, on earth, like unto the angels.

in order to dispel any impulse of vengeance once I had endured some affront, I would imagine myself quite still in my grave. And I calmed down at once.

Any disease is healthier than the one provoked by a hoarded rage.

know peace only when my ambitions sleep. Once they waken, anxiety repossesses me.

I repudiate those who exhibit their so-called "salvation" and prop it with a doctrine which does not emanate from themselves. To unmask them, to knock them off the pedestal they have hoisted themselves on, to hold them up to scorn is a campaign no one should remain indifferent to. For at any price we must keep those who have too clear a conscience from living and dying in peace.

In order to conquer panic or some tenacious anxiety, there is nothing like imagining your own burial.

We change cures, finding none effective, none valid, because we have faith neither in the peace we seek nor in the pleasures we pursue.

at this hour of the morning, I needed no one.

If I followed my natural inclination, I should blow up the world. And it is because I lack the courage to follow it that, out of penitence, I try to stupefy myself with the company of those who have found peace.

For at any price we must keep those who have too clear a conscience from living and dying in peace.

Hacia una sabiduría vegetal: abjuraría de todos mis terrores por la sonrisa de un árbol...

Make it a simple formula for your life.

If you want to make room in your life for peace and patience, take small steps on organization, know the value of time. Snatch, seize and enjoy every minute of it!

The point is, bring joy to your surroundings.

Once your heart is is order, the rest will unfold more easily.

Enjoy that special place.

My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out.

There is nothing in the universe but this. I smile. I do not talk to people. I just breathe and stare and exist.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

There is no way to peace; peace is the way.

But then the mist of battles passes away, and the sound of the daily conflict no longer hurtles in the air, and a generation arises skilled with the skill of peace, and refined with the refinement of civilization, yet still remembering the old world, still appreciating the old life, still wondering at the old men, and ready to receive, at the hand of the poet, a new telling of the old tale.