Quotes About Harmony

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

I never saw a discontented tree.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

The best friend of earth of man is the tree.

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.

Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

Be like a tree in pursuit of your cause. Stand firm, grip hard, thrust upward. Bend to the winds of heaven. And learn tranquility.

A brotherhood of venerable trees.

There is a sense in the tree which feels your love and responds to it. It does not respond or show its pleasure in our way or in any way we can now understand.

My religion is the Earth, man. I believe in trees.

When we exhale, a tree breathes in.

I keep hearing tree talk water words and i keep knowing what they mean.

I love trees I have this thing for trees and the colors & changing of leaves. I love it I respect these kinds of things.

I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers.

Human beings grew up in forests; we have a natural affinity for them. How lovely a tree is, straining toward the sky.

This world is a bitter tree, it has only two sweet nectar like fruits - one is soft voice and the other is company of gentlemen.

In trees, I see expression and soul

To exist as a nation, to prosper as a state, and to live as a people, we must have trees.

Those who behave in ways that displease you are sending out their disharmony toward you because that is what they have to give away. Hating them is akin to hating moss for growing on a tree.

A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.

When you look at a tree and perceive its stillness, you become still yourself. You connect with it at a very deep level. You feel a oneness with whatever you perceive in and through stillness.

Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.