Quotes about Peace

Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry: Worry never fixes anything.

Ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life.

I guess that is what dying must be like; to be finished and to be able to look back at the struggles of life, and know that God was your constant companion.

The real secret of an unsatisfied life lies too often in an unsurrendered will.

Life's piano can only produce melodies of brotherhood (and sisterhood) when it is recognized that the black keys are as basic, necessary and beautiful as the white keys.

However , it's over, and I'll take no revenge on his folly — I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but I'd ask pardon for provoking it — and, as proof, I'll go make my peace with Edgar instantly — Good night — I'm an angel!

I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel and assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.

In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep ?without identity. and never care how rain may steep, ?or snow may cover me —

Oh! not for them, should we despair, The grave is drear, but they are not there; Their dust is mingled with the sod, Their happy souls are gone to God!

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle, and dance in a glorious jubilee.