Quotes About Harmony

People today, vampyres and humans alike, believe the earth is just a dead thing that they live on—that it is somehow wrong or evil or barbaric to listen to the voices of the souls of the world, and so the heart and the nobility of an entire way of life dried up and withered away…

May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly on your home And the Great Spirit bless all who enter there Make your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows And may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

You two fit like pork and beans.

The snail was on the wing and the lark on the thorn - or, rather, the other way around - and God was in His heaven and all right with the world. And presently the eyes closed, the muscles relaxed, the breathing became soft and regular, and sleep, which does something which has slipped my mind to the something sleeve of care, poured over me in a healing wave.

shaven lawns, and a general atmosphere of what is known as old-world peace. Cows were

Half the trouble in the world was caused by people not letting well alone.

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Como se acuerda con los pajaros la traduccion de sus idiomas? How is the translation of their languages Arranged with the birds?

Que aprendeu a árvore da terra para conversar com o céu? What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

I could not walk except with you, ...I could not sing except when you sing.

Quiero vivir en un mundo en el que los seres sean solamente humanos, sin darse en la cabeza con una regla, con una palabr, con una etiqueta... Quiero que la gran mayoría, la única mayoría, todos, puedan hablar, leer, escuchar, florecer. No entendí nunca la lucha sino para que ésta termine.

as if I had never walked except with you, my heart, as if I could not walk except with you, as if I could not sing except when you sing.

La poesía es siempre un acto de paz. El poeta nace de la paz como el pan nace de la harina.

y juntos somos completos como un solo río, como una sola arena.