Quotes About Harmony

Peace is the substance of life going well. Joy is the substance of life feeling as it should.

No story sits by itself. Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.

God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.

Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world.

The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.

the human spirit knows, deep down that all lives intersect.

That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate onw life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.

We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.

There is a reason you glance up when you first hear a melody, or tap your foot to the sound of a drum. All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?

The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it's all an accident.

Truth is light. Lies are shadows. Music is both.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing)...

Tension of opposites.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.

The problem is that we don't believe that we are much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholic and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our own.

Remember this, Francisco," he said. "The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.

Music is in the connection of human souls, speaking a language that needs no words.

Everything in this world is music if you can hear it.

I am not one of the "slower" talents, like Reason or Mathematics. I am Music. If I bless you singing, you can do so from your first attempt.

You only have peace when you make it with yourself.

Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all. He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. It wasn't always pretty.

Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world. Frankie's symphony ends. And so, at last, we rest.

But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.

It's the blending of the different notes that makes the music.