Quotes About Peaceful

Una escena que sorprende en los documentales de la naturaleza es ver al depredador, pacífico después de comer, al lado y conviviendo en armonía con los que serán su futuro alimento.

No hay comunidad más pacífica que los yaquis: cuando combatieron, y lo hicieron millares de veces, actuaron protegiendo los límites de sus tierras, atacando a invasores que intentaban apropiarse de su mundo.

How did general prosperity encompass the entire world? Here the answer is that prosperity rises, first slowly and then increasinly fast, in all places where people can engage in peaceful and voluntary exchanges. Trade and the innovations that it makes possible provide the only known escape route from poverty.

Now at this hour, when the cirrus clouds stretched like crimson ribbons high across the southwest sky, in such a hush that not even a playful eddy dared stir moss or palm fronds, the day died in calm and in beauty.

The river rippled past ten feet away, chuckling quietly to itself.

Twenty minutes into our walk away from the wall put us deep in a forest of fir, pine, cottonwood, and aspen trees. The lush forest floor was alive and danced with shadows cast from an endless parade of swaying trees. As we approached early evening it was cool and peaceful. The sound of the trees moving in the wind high above seemed like a friendly traveling companion, calling us farther and farther into the depths of the forest.

I wish I felt as calm as I look

Todos los hombres sabios temen tres cosas: la tormenta en el margo, la noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.

It was closer to the sound a heavy snowfall makes, a muffled hush that almost makes less noise than no noise at all. Felurian

Todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: una tormenta en el mar, una noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.

Today the Somme is a peaceful but sullen place, unforgetting and unforgiving. ... To wander now over the fields destined to extrude their rusty metal fragments for centuries is to appreciate in the most intimate way the permanent reverberations of July, 1916. When the air is damp you can smell rusted iron everywhere, even though you see only wheat and barley.

What are cumulus clouds?' Manxmouse asked. Everything was so new and different... and up here in the sky it was wonderfully quiet and exciting, peaceful and thrilling all at the same time.

What are cumulus clouds?' Manxmouse asked. Everything was so new and different... and up here in the sky it was wonderfully quiet and exciting, peaceful and thrilling all at the same time... They rose on a column of warm air. Manxmouse thought what a wonderful thing it must be to be a hawk and be able to live up here in the quiet of the sky.

Surfing soothes me, it's always been a kind of Zen experience for me. The ocean is so magnificent, peaceful, and awesome. The rest of the world disappears for me when I'm on a wave.

I think I could turn and live with animals,' " he read aloud, "they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins….

The majority of my fellow human beings are peaceful people. I have legal authorities to aid in my protection if threatened by the few who aren't. I invoke thoughts and images of my friends' love and support.

Israel's beginnings are mysterious from an archaeological point of view, so we can't be dogmatic about explaining how and when Israel began. But it does seem that a nation eventually called "Israel" probably came on the scene gradually and relatively peacefully.

We gazed back over the fields to the farmhouse. Its white walls, faded wooden shutters and terra-cotta tiled roof peeped sleepily over the deep green domes of the orange trees, while the mountains looked benignly on - secure, solid and serene. Without exchanging a word, we both knew that this was going to be our new home.

On the wooded hillsides below, an owl hooted, heralding the first liquid trills of a nightingale, while in the air above, tiny bats dashed to and fro like fleeting splashes of shadow. Then, somewhere on a distant mountain farm, a dog barked a warning to imagined marauders skulking by his master's gate. Mallorca was preparing to sleep.