Quotes About Peace

I read in some book that if you try to hold people back too much when they're dying it keeps them from being reborn as a Buddha

E' strana la notte: per quelli che si addormentano subito dura solo un attimo, mentre per chi la passa completamente in bianco, diventa così lunga che è come vivere una vita supplementare e sembra quasi un privilegio…

Pensai che la gentilezza disinteressata delle persone, le loro parole spassionate, fossero come un abito di piume. Avvolta da quel tepore, finalmente libera dal peso che mi aveva oppresso fino a quel momento, la mia anima stava fluttuando nell'aria con grande gioia.

Be sure to keep your tummy war, try to relax, both your heart and your body, try not to get flustered. Live like a flower.

Peace and acceptance suddenly fell into my hands. Like a patch of rich soil that had soaked up plenty of sun mounding gently up into an empty space, I felt something akin to an answer settle in me.

Suspended in the dim light before the window overlooking the magnificent tenth-floor view, the plants breathed softly, resting. By now the rain had stopped, and the atmosphere, sparkling, replete with moisture, refracted the glittering night splendidly.

The night was so deathly silent that I felt I could hear the sound of the stars moving across the heavens.

I realized that I'd never appreciated how peaceful and precious my life had been before.

Qui il tempo non esiste. È come se fossimo separati dal resto del mondo. Ci siamo soltanto lui e io, fuori dal tempo e senza età. Il tempo si è fermato e io guardo Nakajima senza desiderare nulla in particolare. Sento che questa è la felicità.

Cuando estás en el fondo del abismo, encuentras en él un consuelo especial que no se halla en ninguna otra parte.

There she was, watering the plants with her slender, graceful hands, in the midst of a light so sweet it seemed to form a rainbow in the transparent water she poured.

Ich war glücklich. Nicht, dass ich high gewesen wäre. High zu sein ist immer nur ein partieller Zustand, für den man später die Rechnung bekommt. Eines Nachts, wie aus heiterem Himmel, holt einen der Teil, den man hinter sich gelassen zu haben glaubte, dann um so nachdrücklicher wieder ein. Mein Zustand dagegen kam den Ausdruck der "inneren Ruhe" näher.

I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to take the weight off his heart, that heaviness that dragged him down, into the beyond, making him yearn to be at peace. My body sensed it. And my soul.

?ó là sá»± yên l?ng c?a nh?ng con ng??i nghÄ© r?ng mình không còn c?n thi?t cho th? giá»›i này n?a.

I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen.

Pensai che la gentilezza disinteressata delle persone, le loro parole spassionate, fossero come un abito di pume. Avvolta da quel tepore, finalmente libera dal peso che mi aveva oppresso fino a quel momento, la mia anima stava fluttuando nell'aria con grande gioia.

After I hung up, the quiet of the room took shape and pressed in on me. The room was soon full of the pale blue of early dawn.

To live 'mongst lush and growing things Is like to give the spirit wings.

I've been thinking about the war a lot recently, and I think I've decided it's wrong. We are defeating ourselves in waging it, will destroy ourselves by winning it.

I like to think I have the guts to stand up anonymously in a western democracy and call for things no-one else believes in - like peace and justice and freedom.

People are fond of using military terms to describe what they do. We call it bombing when we go out painting, when of course it's more like entertaining the troops in a neutral zone, during peacetime in a country without an army.

Beyond watching eyes With sweet and tender kisses Our souls reached out to each other In breathless wonder And when I awoke From a vast and smiling peace I found you bathed in morning light Quietly studying All the messages on my phone (Love Poem)

People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.

Who speaks? It is her voice, in my head. I fear it will not stop until I stop. It talks to me as I haul myself along these cobbled streets, telling me things I do not want to hear. Sometimes I answer, protest aloud, demanding to be left in peace.