Eva Peace Quotes

Shadows are cool and peaceful places for those whose minds are overstocked with treasure.

Anger and hate are seeds that germinate war. Forgiveness is a seed for peace. It is the ultimate act of self-healing.

The children slept late, and washed and dressed almost in silence. Both of them were afraid to speak. Maia packed her belongings in an old canvas bag and stroked the dog. “I’ll come over in a minute to say good-bye,” said Finn. The Carters’ boat was ready to leave, breakfast tidied away, ropes coiled. The professor was sorting out the firebox and feeding in fresh logs. Miss Minton, sitting in the stern, had a parcel wrapped in burlap on her knees. “I’m ready,” said Maia, trying to keep her voice steady. She mustn’t cry. Above all, she mustn’t sulk. “Finn’s coming over to say good-bye.” “No need,” said Miss Minton. “He’d like to.” “All the same, there is no need.” Maia looked at her governess. Miss Minton seemed different…Softer? Rounder? More at peace? “Why?” she asked. “Why is there no need?” “Because we’re coming with you. We’re going on. Get back on the Arabella and tell Finn we’ll follow three lengths behind.” As Maia turned to go, hardly believing that there could be such happiness, she heard a loud splash. Miss Minton was leaning over the side, watching the parcel she had held on her knees floating away downriver. “What was that?” asked Maia. Miss Minton straightened herself. If you must know,” she said, “it was my corset.

Fruits of peace studies Eva passes Adam a pear he curses her you dumb cow it's supposed to be an apple he says Eva doubles over laughing and Adam threatens her with a banana he says if you don't stop laughing he will bonk her on the pear with his banana this was the first marital spat between those joined by God afterwards they took a footbath together in the river and plucked one another berries straight from the bush into the mouth right where they sat looking into the heavens contentedly at peace and bicker-weary Adam passes Eva a handful of applesauce the day after he made this just for her he says and she rubs the applesauce all over her body Adam's eyeballs grow large Adam's applesauce strolls over Eva's body wanders its way right inside Eva's body and she senses the first wandering song coming on while she sings, Adam strolls his way around on her body and so they both come and so they go

it had been no hardship to grow up in his brother’s shadow. Shadows are cool and peaceful places for those whose minds are overstocked with treasure.

Eva, my love, It’s over. One way or another, everything comes to an end. It’s all over some day. That’s perhaps one of the most fascinating truths we know about the entire universe. The stars die, the galaxies die, the planets die. And people die too. I’ve never been a believer, but the day I became interested in astronomy, I think I put aside all that was left of my fear of death. I’d realized that in comparison to the universe, a human being, a single human being, me … is infinitely small. Well, I’m not writing this letter to deliver a profound religious or philosophical lecture. I’m writing to tell you “farewell.” I was just talking to you on the phone. I can still hear the sound of your voice. I imagine you, before my eyes … a beautiful image, a lovely memory I will keep until the end. At this very moment, reading this letter, you know that I am dead. There are things that I want you to know. As I leave for Africa, I’m aware of what’s waiting for me. I even have the feeling that this trip could bring about my death, but it’s something that I have to experience, in spite of everything. I wasn’t born to sit in an armchair. I’m not like that. Correction: I wasn’t like that … I’m not going to Africa just as a journalist, I’m going above all on a political mission, and that’s why I think this trip might lead to my death. This is the first time I’ve written to you knowing exactly what to say: I love you, I love you, love you, love you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I want you to know I mean that seriously. I want you to remember me but not grieve for me. If I truly mean something to you, and I know that I do, you will probably suffer when you learn I am dead. But if I really mean something to you, don’t suffer, I don’t want that. Don’t forget me, but go on living. Live your life. Pain will fade with time, even if that’s hard to imagine right now. Live in peace, my dearest love; live, love, hate, and keep fighting. … I had a lot of faults, I know, but some good qualities as well, I hope. But you, Eva, you inspired such love in me that I was never able to express it to you. … Straighten up, square your shoulders, hold your head high. Okay? Take care of yourself, Eva. Go have a cup of coffee. It’s over. Thank you for the beautiful times we had. You made me very happy. Adieu. I kiss you goodbye, Eva. From Stieg, with love.

I had come to peace with the truth: I belonged to her. She was the only good thing in my world, and forgetting her was impossible.

Anger is a seed for war; forgiveness is a seed for peace.

They've made a peace treaty of their own', Eva used to say, when we passed an illuminated window. (In reference to the strict German laws on light blackouts.)

your outer will power may also have succeeded to build an eventful outer life that fills the void to a degree as long as you do not hold still.  However, this is but temporary peace before the storm. 

Miss Minton, what on earth made you let a young girl travel up the Amazon and spend weeks living with savages? What made you do it? The British consul thinks that you must all have been drugged.” “Perhaps. Yes, perhaps we were drugged. Not by the things the Xanti smoked--none of us touched them--but by…peace…by happiness. By a different sense of time.” “I don’t think you have explained why you let Maia--” Miss Minton interrupted him. “I will explain. At least I will try to. You see, I have looked after some truly dreadful children in my time, and it was easy not to get fond of them. After all, a governess is not a mother. But Maia…well, I’m afraid I grew to love her. And that meant I began to think what I would do if she were my child.” “And you would let her--” began Mr. Murray. But Miss Minton stopped him. “I would let her…have adventures. I would let her…choose her path. It would be hard…it was hard…but I would do it. Oh, not completely, of course. Some things have to go on. Cleaning one’s teeth, arithmetic. But Maia fell in love with the Amazon. It happens. The place was for her--and the people. Of course there was some danger, but there is danger everywhere. Two years ago, in this school, there was an outbreak of typhus, and three girls died. Children are knocked down and killed by horses every week, here in these streets--” She broke off, gathering her thoughts. “When she was traveling and exploring…and finding her songs, Maia wasn’t just happy, she was…herself. I think something broke in Maia when her parents died, and out there it was healed. Perhaps I’m mad--and the professor, too--but I think children must lead big lives…if it is in them to do so. And it is in Maia.” The old lawyer was silent, rolling his silver pencil over and over between his fingers. “You would take her back to Brazil?” “Yes.” “To live among savages?” “No. To explore and discover and look for giant sloths and new melodies and flowers that only blossom once every twenty years. Not to find them necessarily, but to look--” She broke off, remembering what they had planned, the four of them, as they sailed up the Agarapi. To build a proper House of Rest near the Carters’ old bungalow and live there in the rainy season, studying hard so that if Maia wanted to go to music college later, or Finn to train as a doctor, they would be prepared. And in the dry weather, to set off and explore. Mr. Murray had risen to his feet. He walked over to the window and stood with his back to her, looking out at the square. “It’s impossible. It’s madness.” There was a long pause. “Or is it?” the old man said.

Who am I to you, Jude. Honestly? Your stepsister you weren’t supposed to touch? The damsel you wanted to save? A prize for you to win?” “All of it.” I tip her face up and drown in those ocean eyes of hers. “You’re mine. Every good and bad thing I’ve ever done or wanted. You’re the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. The only peace I’ve known. And you’re way too fucking good for me, but for some reason, you never see it.” “I’m not.” “Oh, but you are.

I love that he meets me wherever I am. Whether we’re being playful or serious. He accepts me without judgement. I’ve never enjoyed being with a person like I do with him. Where I’m at peace to be completely myself.

It feels like surrender. It feels like peace.

You can’t kill a man who’s already dead.” I look him in the eyes and peace sweeps through me. “But you can send his soul back to hell.

It might scare her, but I don’t care. She gave herself to me, and now she’s planted all sorts of ideas in my head. Holding her offers me something I never saw myself having. Peace I didn’t think I deserved. Happiness I’m terrified I’ll destroy. A life outside of the Twisted Kings. Maybe we could water it. Maybe we could watch this grow. Maybe I want more. If only she could want the same.

Heat from the day radiates, but it’s nothing like the fire Tempe lights in my chest when her fingers brush up and down my cut. Something about this girl in leather, straddling me where she sits on the front of my bike, is a peace I never thought I’d find. A place I never thought I’d belong.

What is it about her? The girl makes me borderline happy. Content. At peace. What the fuck am I going to do with that?

Six years passed before I saw Sias again and by then I had a name for Tarym and his kin. Wraeththu. Depending on who spoke to, this word was a curse or a benediction. I smiled, held my peace, content in the knowledge that I’d been touched by their magic and released in some profound way.

The funny thing about fate is that it’s unpredictable. Cards can be read in so many ways. What looks like peace can also mean cleansing. What might be a beginning can also mean an end.

I’m not a man of faith. I don’t read the stars like she does. I don’t believe in horoscopes or fortunes. But there’s no peace unless Lyla is beside me, so that’s got to mean something.

One of my favorite authors (okay, my favorite nonfiction author) is Robert Benson. His word choices bring me a sense of calm humor, peace, a deeper understanding of God’s heart and mind,

Furia si ura sunt semintele care germineaza razboi. Iertarea este samanta pacii. Este actul suprem al autovindecarii.

Eva felt a sharp stab of regret, surprising her after so many years believing she'd made peace with how things turned out. That was the funny thing about regret. It lived inside of you, shrinking down until you could almost believe it had vanished, only to have it spring up, fully formed, called forward by people who meant you no harm. - Julie Clark, The Last Flight