Quotes About Harmony

Music shouldn't be based around money or politics. Music should be a bunch of people that really do great songs together doing them together for the pursuit of having a good time.

The single spirit doth simultaneously temper the whole together; this is the single soul of all things; all are filled with God .

Husband and wife,--so much in common, how different in type! Such a contrast, and yet such harmony, strength and weakness blended together!

Once kick the world, and the world and you will live together at a reasonably good understanding.

If you want to get peace, you can get it as soon as you like if we all pull together. ... Think peace, live peace, and breathe peace and you'll get it as soon as you like.

And I am to smile benevolently at all these happy couples?

The blooms almost match the sunshine of your smile.

Si pudiéramos mantener siempre el vínculo con la tierra — dijo—, nos evitaríamos muchos problemas. ¿No te parece? —A veces nos dejamos embriagar tanto por la extraña idea de que somos los amos de todo lo que vemos que se nos olvida nuestra condición de simples criaturas de la naturaleza — contestó él.

A certain amount of friction is inevitable whenever peoples of different customs and assumptions meet.... What is miraculous is how often it is possible to work together to sustain joint performances in spite of disparate codes, evoking different belief systems to affirm that possibility.

I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything - other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned, that the world's otherness is antidote to confusion - that standing within this otherness - the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books - can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

The Old Poets Of China Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.

In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.

Poem of the One World This morning the beautiful white heron was floating along above the water and then into the sky of this the one world we all belong to where everything sooner or later is a part of everything else which thought made me feel for a little while quite beautiful myself.

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

Some things are unchangeably wild, others are stolidly tame. The tiger is wild, and the coyote, and the owl. I am tame, you are tame. There are wild things that have been altered, but only into a semblance of tameness, it is no real change. But the dog lives in both worlds.

What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? Would would this would be like without dogs?

Sing, if you can sing, and if not still be musical inside yourself.

If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it. When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches. God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely.

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world.

I walk in the world to love it.

Going to Walden is not so easy a thing As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult Trick of living, and finding it where you are.

Owl Poem One has to say this for the rounds of life that keep coming and going; it has worked so far. The rabbit, after all, has never asked if the grass wanted to live. Any more than the owl consults with the rabbit. Acceptance of the world requires that I bow even to you, Master of the night.

All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. • To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition.