Quotes About Harmony

Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, The silver-crested ripples pass; And, like a mimic brook, the breeze Whispers among the grass. Here from the world I win release, Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace Of this great solitude. Here may the silent tears I weep Lull the vexed spirit into rest, As infants sob themselves to sleep Upon a mother's breast...

Soul-mates are people who bring out the best in you. They are not perfect but are always perfect for you.

Ah! a blessing beyond all fate My sole mate is my soul mate.

If you wish to live and thrive, Let the spider run alive.

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos...

At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snow-banks, and the sun dispersing the mist smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.

Take-it-easy and Live-long are brothers.

No one can whistle a symphony. It takes an orchestra to play it.

Individual commitment to a group effort, gentlemen, that's what makes a team work, a company work, a society work, a civilization work.

You can have the nine greatest individual ball players in the world, but if they don't play together the club won't be worth a dime.

Sure, there's no "I" in "team" but there is a "ME"!

But one thing, at least, is certain, that no system can be satisfactory, much less successful, which does not provide for the healthy training of the whole being of the child, dividing and distinguishing mental and bodily exercise if it will, but at the same time co-ordinating them in due relations to each other...

Most of us have become deaf to our own bodies, which is why we are out of tune.

There is indeed scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets...

All sorts of bodily diseases are produced by half used minds; for it is the mind that makes the body: that is my secret, and the secret of all the true healers.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life.

Give me nights perfectly quiet... and I looking up at the stars...

Good for the body is the work of the body, and good for the soul, the work of the soul, and good for either, the work of the other.

...a soul flowering with spirituality...

What colors are the rhythms of your soul?

Shhh. Your soul is humming its tune. Listen well.

The best six doctors anywhere And no one can deny it Are sunshine, water, rest, and air Exercise and diet...

What brings us together as Americans is so much stronger than anything that can tear us apart.

People in power are trying to convince us that the villain in our American story is each other. But that is not our story. That is not who we are. That's not our America. Our United States of America is not about us versus them. It's about We the people!