Quotes About Harmony

If you want inner peace, find it in solitude, not speed, and if you would find yourself, look to the land from which you came and to which you go.

Neither is man independent of woman, nor woman independent of man, in the Lord" (1 Corinthians 11:11).

Ideally, only 10 percent of Taijiquan movement is expressed externally, as 90 percent of the true functioning occurs internally and is unseen by others.

movements must be like a long, flowing river, continuous without jerks or stopping.

Applying these ten Tai Ji Quan Principles of Movement can be seen, in analogy, as if a person were floating in mid air—from

It doesn't work if some drivers think red means you must stop, some think it means you can stop, and others think it means to speed up. The same applies to countless threads that weave together to create a coherent society.

loud: for a son who was a hunter, for a daughter who would look after her parents when they were old, for an easy birth. The animals knew the goodness of that place. Caribou, lynx, bear came to drink. Muskrats made their lodges along the banks of the outlet rivers that flowed to the North Sea. In summers there were birds—mergansers, grebes, loons. In winter, the lake was a fine place to catch blackfish

Religion has used ritual forever. I remember a famous study led by psychologist Alfred Tomatis of a group of clinically depressed monks. After much examination, researchers concluded that the group's depression stemmed from their abandoning a twice-daily ritual of gathering to sing Gregorian chants. They had lost the sense of community and the comfort of singing together in harmony. Creating beautiful music together was a formal recognition of their connection and a shared moment of joy.

Each of us must find a way to love the world. You have found yours.

The world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.

Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.

Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people's hearts.

Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?

It does the world no good to return evil for evil. I try now to return good to them instead.

She reminded me that the world was really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places: Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and long pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates, while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.

Indeed, love is everything.

We are looking for ways our stories fit together.

Up until then I'd thought that white people and colored people getting along was the big aim, but after that I decided everybody being colorless together was a better plan.

Indeed, as I made my critique, the problem seemed to me not that there are differences but rather how we value these differences.

Up until then I'd thought that white people and colored people getting along was the big aim, but after that I decided everybody being colorless together was a better plan.

So we just the same, me and you? That's why you the one to shit in the pot and I'm the one to empty it?

Then he rose and, opening the door, stared toward the valley with the same deep, pure gaze he'd cast on me. I went to stand beside him and looked in the same direction as he, and it seemed for an instant I saw the world as he did, orphaned and broken and staggeringly beautiful, a thing to be held and put back right.

Up until then I'd thought that white people and colored people getting alone was the big aim, but after that I decided everybody being colorless together was a better plan.

The pear trees were bare, their limbs spread open like the viscera of a parasol. Stretching into the darkness beyond, the single houses, double houses, and villas were lined up in cramped, neat rows which ran toward the tip of the peninsula. p94