Quotes About Peaceful

Is it so wrong, wanting to be at home with your record collection? It's not like collecting records is like collecting stamps, or beermats, or antique thimbles. There's a whole world in here, a nicer, dirtier, more violent, more peaceful, more colorful, sleazier, more dangerous, more loving world than the world I live in; there is history, and geography, and poetry, and countless other things I should have studied at school, including music.

But it also had many large posters with messages of a more peaceful nature. These extolled the country's economic achievement since the Cultural Revolution, which was supposed to have liberated the forces of production and increased productivity. Of course, the Cultural Revolution had done just the opposite. Official lies like this, habitually indulged in and frequently displayed by the authorities, served no purpose except to create the impression that truth was unimportant.

she lost twenty minutes sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, smiling into the pretty glow and imagining herself a contented farmer's wife waiting for her man to come in from the fields.

the evening was beautifully balmy. "I

Being a peaceful people isn't the same as being a defenseless one.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

She had never seen him rush or hurry. The man moved with exquisite calm, like a leaf drifting on the surface of a pond, making its own way on gentle currents.

Saturdays in Sag Harbor, I liked to lie in bed listening to the weekend rev itself up.

Night reigned: all through the world tied bodies were harvesting tranquil slumber.

The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.' That will be useful.

I had tea. I then spent a long time in a bookshop. A quiet evening.

All looked distant and peaceful and strange. The shore seemed refined, far away, unreal. Already the little distance they had sailed had put them far from it and given it the changed look, the composed look, of something receding in which one has no longer any part.

He turned away, still crumpling and uncrumpling a handful of leaves which he had torn from the wall. An exquisite sense of pleasure and relief possessed him; it was all so solid and peaceful after the ball at the hotel, whether he was in love with them or not, and he was not in love with them; no, but it was good that they should be alive.

This morning I am wonderfully peaceful. Just like a storm that has spent itself.

These garden graveyards are the most peaceful of our London sanctuaries and their dead the quietest.

The voyage was uneventful.

Sea Calm How still, How strangely still The water is today. It is not good For water To be so still that way.

If you do your research on hot springs all over the world, they're usually places of peace. People, even in warring nations and so forth, they'll go and live in peace together around the hot springs, which were always considered medicinal. I firmly believe in water therapy.

Strange it's such a quiet peaceful existence and I'm enjoying it so thoroughly.

Maybe I'm dead. The thought is not as scary as it probably should be. I'm so calm, so comfortable. The coffin lining is soft beneath me, and it's fairly roomy; I'm touching the side with my right shoulder, but that's okay. I don't feel cramped. Of course, it's pitch-black, but that's strangely comforting. I roll over and realize there's a pillow under my head. How very nice of them to put a pillow in my coffin. Really thoughtful.

What a strange land this was, where the giants were peaceful and the birds terrifying.

Outside in the world, volcanoes erupted, governments rose and collapsed and bartered for hostages, rockets exploded, walls fell. But in Shaker Heights, things were peaceful, and riots and bombs and earthquakes were quiet thumps, muffled by distance.

In some cases non-violence requires more militancy than violence.

So they turned towards the hills, which were blue and purple in the setting sun--a shepherd did he but know it, lives in halls more splendid than a king's....