The only way to truly achieve peace is through war.
The living cling to life above all, but the trophy misprized is to die in peace.
What greater source of peace exists than our ability to love our enemy?[to Michael]
We gave peace a chance. Now it’s time for war.
To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the sun. A time to love, and a time to hate. A time of war, and a time of peace.
This is the peace before the carnage.
The moments of peace that we find sometimes, they aren’t anything but warfare, thinly disguised. And sometimes, surrender can be as savage as any attack.
Sometimes, despite everything, peace breaks out. People get tired of fighting, and pain, and death, and are willing to start all over again.
Peace, love, friendship. These are precious, because we know they cannot endure.
Peace is not weakness.
Peace is found in the heart of the faithful.
Peace in our time? All it took was everybody about to die.
