Quotes About Peace

even silence can feel, to the world, like happiness, like praise, from the pool of shade you have found beside the everlasting.

the black fox that lies down to sleep beneath you, the moon staring with her bone-white eye

Today I'm flying low and I'm not saying a word. I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

But it is sleep as Poe most sought and valued it—not for the sake of rest, but for escape. Sleep, too, is a kind of swooning out of this world.

Fifteen minutes of music with nothing playing.

As though they have been told everything already, and are content.

There is the heaven we enter through institutional grace and there are the yellow finches bathing and singing in the lowly puddle.

that love us, that is asleep now, and silent- that has turned itself into snow.

What good does it do to lie all day in the sun loving what is easy? It never grew easy, but at last I grew peaceful: all summer my fear diminished as they bloomed through the water like flowers, like flecks of an uncertain dream, while I lay on the rocks, reaching into the darkness, learning little by little to love our only world.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, isn't war the most demented activity ever invented?

There was silence.

Many are the hearts               that are weary tonight,        Wishing for the war to cease Ã¢â'¬Â¦

There is one thing dead people excel at. They're

We had no problems, no conflicts," Mars500 Commander Sergei Ryazansky is saying.

I've enjoyed hanging around in rooms doing nothing much, and look, I get to do it after I die.

I make lists to keep my anxiety level down. If I write down 15 things to be done, I lose that vague, nagging sense that there are an overwhelming number of things to be done, all of which are on the brink of being forgotten.

They're not going to bother me tonight. They won't denigrate my efforts, or ridicule anything that's mine, won't roll their eyes, or correct me, or cut me short and leave the room. They won't burden, or overwork me, or heap upon me responsibilities that are theirs. And, no more than they are doing, they won't intrude on my privacy, try to embarrass me or make me uncomfortable. Plus, they seem pretty far beyond hurting each other.

My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.

A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility.

But soon, he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pyre triumphantly, and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.

If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends.

Death! mysterious, ill-visaged friend of weak humanity! Why alone of all mortals have you cast me from your sheltering fold? Oh, for the peace of the grave! the deep silence of the iron-bound tomb! that thought would cease to work in my brain, and my heart beat no more with emotions varied only by new forms of sadness!

At these moments I took refuge in the most perfect solitude. I passed whole days on the lake alone in a little boat, watching the clouds, and listening to the rippling of the waves, silent and listless.

human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind, and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquillity.