Quotes About Harmony

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.

Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.

I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.

let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature.

This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.

They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar

I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.

I am convinced, both by faith and experience, that to maintain one's self on this earth is not a hardship but a passtime, if we live simply and wisely

We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven

Life consists with wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued to man, its presence refreshes him.

There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine...So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! I well-nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my own breath into the bargain, running in the face of it.

It has come to this, that the lover of art is one, and the lover of nature another, though true art is but the expression of our love of nature.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!

the mission of men there seems to be,like so many busy demons,to drive the forest out of the country.