Quotes About Harmony

Nature is not mute; it is man who is deaf.

Take it easy man, but take it.

Love turns work into rest.

Remember—we seek a balance in all things.

from nature what they needed to improve their lives without regard for how it might damage nature herself

the Races could succeed in their efforts to maintain peace only by strengthening their ties to one another, not by distancing themselves.

We are keepers of the peace, not soldiers.

A ideia de que jamais deveríamos tentar extrair o melhor da natureza é tolice sentimental

Marx rejeitava era o mito sentimental do Estado como fonte de harmonia, pacificamente unindo diferentes grupos e classes. Para ele, o Estado era mais uma fonte de divisão do que de concórdia

Why people wanted to dance whenever it got dark was beyond him. Somehow, the two seemed to go together, like bees and flowers, or flies and dung. Darkness and dancing.

Everything about him: the way he shot an arrow; the way he carved; the way he used a sword; even the way he walked with such fluid reasoned intent—they weren't separate things, separate abilities…they were all the same thing.

Zedd had taught him that the creator was simply another name for the force of balance in all things, and not some wise man sitting in judgment.

Moral compromise rejects the concept of right and wrong. It says that everyone is equal, all desires are equally valid, all action is equally valid, so everyone should compromise to get along.

It was like finding the other half of myself and being complete, whole, for the first time in my life.

I like gay men who don't hate women, and I don't mind being around rich white people, because there's plenty of them in the Bay Area, and I know how to ignore Republicans.

A good plan isn't one where someone wins, it's where nobody thinks they've lost.

No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect.

It was all very well going on about pure logic and how the universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter was that the Disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant turtle and the gods had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows.

Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because—what with trolls and dwarfs and so on—speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.

Witches aren't like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it's wicked of them to say we don't. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.

But this didn't feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music.

The conversation of human beings seldom interested him, but it crossed his mind that the males and females always got along best when neither actually listened fully to what the other one was saying.

One person is nothing. Two people are a nation.

Suddenly there was a humming in the air, and the bees were there too. They flowed out of Granny Weatherwax's hive, circling Tiffany like a halo, crowning her, and swarm and girl stood on the threshold of the cottage and Tiffany reached out her arms and the bees settled along them, and welcomed her home.