Quotes About Harmony

The binding of a book is the dress with which it walks out into the world. The paper, type and ink are the body, in which its soul is domiciled. And these three, soul, body, and habilament, are a triad which ought to be adjusted to one another by the laws of harmony and good sense.

Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another?

in the woods the tree frogs were going smelling rain in the air they sounded like toy music boxes that were hard to turn and the honeysuckle come

It's a comfortable thing, music is.

I dont know if a little music aint about the nicest thing a fellow can have.

Because women so delicate so mysterious Father said. Delicate equilibrium of periodical filth between two moons balanced. Moons he said full and yellow as harvest moons her hips thighs. Outside outside of them always but. Yellow. Feet soles with walking like. Then know that some man that all those mysterious and imperious concealed. With

Sometimes I think aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way.

People. They're really innately, inherently gentle and compassionate and kind. That's what wrings, wrenches...something. Your entrails, maybe. The member of the mob who holds up the whole ceremony for seconds or even minutes while he dislodges a family of bugs or lizards from the log he is about to put on the fire.

each in its ordered place

Pero no comprende que quizá un hombre pueda hacer algo únicamente porque sabe que está bien, porque la armonía de las cosas exige que se haga?.

Surfing, to begin with, was not a "sport." It was a "path." And the more you poured into it, the more you got back from it—he

There was something oddly restful about the fireflies. He couldn't put his finger on it but he drew comfort from it anyway. The way they'd seemed not separate entities but a single being, a moving river of light that flowed above the dark water like its negative image and attained a transient and fragile dominion over the provinces of night.

es una expresión que usamos, más o menos quiere decir que trabajan en los dos extremos. Blanco y negro, ¿me entiendes?

Trabajar con las dos manos es una expresión que usamos, más o menos quiere decir que trabajan en los dos extremos. Blanco y negro, ¿me entiendes?

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

There ought to be some mode of life where all love is good, where one love can't compete with another but adds to it.

We need an assembly, not for cleverness, but for setting things straight.

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

Complexity emerging from underlying simplicity may be a natural law itself.

A house divided against itself cannot stand.

The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal.

Were one asked to characterize the life of religion in the broadest and most general terms possible, one might say that it consists of the belief that there is an unseen order, and our supreme good lies in harmoniously adjusting ourselves thereto.

The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual; the impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.

The supreme contemporary example of such an inability to feel evil is of course Walt Whitman. His favorite occupation, writes his disciple, Dr. Bucke seemed to be strolling or sauntering about outdoors by himself, looking at the grass, the trees, the flowers, the vistas of light, the varying aspects of the sky, and listening to the birds, the crickets, the tree frogs, and all the hundreds of natural sounds.