Quotes About Harmony

Go some distance away because the work appears smaller and more of it can be taken in at a glance, and a lack of harmony and proportion is more readily seen.

Human subtelty will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does Nature, because in her inventions, nothing is lacking and nothing is superfluous.

Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue cloud of incense, sing their hymn of glory?

This secluded spot was the haunt of thousands of honey bees that zimmed all through the warm days at their business. I could sit amongst the bees for hours on end and feel happy, although why they pleased me so I cannot tell.

The Antichrists are antichristing each other with antichristly ferocity so I must go and make peace.

The trees are God's great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green Across the world His thoughts serene.

I am never angry at anything that is natural—

Kids want nothing more than for all the important adults in their life to get along.

A bridge has no allegiance to either side.

Better a dry crust eaten in peace than a house filled with feasting—and conflict. Proverbs 17:1

Lord, when we are wrong, make us willing to change. And when we are right, make us easy to live with. Peter Marshall

We may not be able to damage the sun directly but humans can cause chaos and through that threaten maat on earth. What happens on one level of creation will impact on the others." - Sekhmet & Bastet: The Feline Powers of Egypt

He was 'always busy, seldom rushed. It was a pleasant, convivial lifestyle'.

AFTER THE NIGHT rain, a blue mist rose above the rolling green llanos from dawn until noon. A hundred miles in the distance, the high mountains were still hidden in clouds, and it had been easy for David to imagine he was Adam in the Garden. For as far as he could see to the south and the west, there were no jet vapor trails, no engine sounds, no glitter of metal or glass, no dogs barking, no human voice; only the insects whirring and the calls of birds.

Josiah said that only humans had to endure anything, because only humans resisted what they saw outside themselves. Animals did not resist. But they persisted, because they became part of the wind. (...) So they moved with the snow, became part of the snowstorm which drifted up against the trees and fences. And when they died, frozen solid against a fence, with the snow drifted around their heads? "Ah, Tayo," Josiah said, "the wind convinced them they were the ice.

Exercise effortlessness.

The Animal is in the World Like Water in Water

No poetry lives which reflects only the cheerful emotions. Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought. We can bring harmony out of melancholy; we cannot banish melancholy from the world. And the religious utterances, which are the highest form of poetry, are bound by the same law. There is a deep sadness in the world.

First we love within, then we love the world.

Power is just using energy in a wise way to get things done. Power has been misinterpreted to mean getting my way on the backs of other people. Getting whatever I want, forgetting that there are other beings and species and energies involved.

I'm always astounded at the way we automatically look at what divides and separates us. We never look at what people have in common. If you see it, black and white people, both sides look to see the differences, they don't look at what they have together. Men and women, and old and young, and so on. And this is a disease of the mind, the way I see it. Because in actual fact, men and women have much more in common than they are separated.

Universality and particularity do not contradict one another but require one another. How

Of all our dreams today there is none more important - or so hard to realise - than that of peace in the world. May we never lose our faith in it or our resolve to do everything that can be done to convert it one day into reality.

It was always buzzing and singing and glowing and sparking to no particular purpose. Magic was decidedly imperfect. But the really funny thing, she thought, was that if it were perfect, it wouldn't be so beautiful. On