Quotes About Harmony

Drunk we lie down in empty hills,heaven and earth our quilt and pillow.

We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.

The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

O los Otori consiuen la victoria, o bien serán derrotados definitivamente y desaparecerán. La paz no reinará mientras sian combatiendo en las fronteras.

No one could be expected to give up wine and books at the same time.

Two musicians could play the same notes and sound entirely different. Intonation was everything.

We were so happy.

The body could find balance between opposing forces. The mind could do the same.

Jab, jab, truce! This, it seems, is marriage–

He'd forgotten how you had to up your volume when all the Delaneys were together.

A música é o silêncio entre as notas. — CLAUDE DEBUSSY

The simplicity of her life seemed so compelling.

No fights. Life would be calm and uncomplicated.

He avoided confrontation. He just wanted everyone to be happy. The

Friendship is the only cure for hatred, the only guarantee of peace. —

Friendship is the only cure for hatred, the only guarantee of peace. —Buddhist quote on Ellen O'Farrell's notice board

She loved the sound of wind chimes and the smells of essential oils. These were her people; this was her thing. ("Hippies with money," Julia would say.)

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the rock, the moss. In autumn, it would be right; in winter under the snow, it would be perfect in its wintriness. Spring would come again and miracle within miracle would unfold, each at its special pace, some things having died off, some sprouting in their first spring, but all of equal and utter rightness.

Our own system of trying to guess what or how much a child's mind can assimilate results in cross purposes, misunderstanding, disappointments, anger and a general loss of harmony.

You've made something grand, but it will be grander if it has feeling and beauty and harmony.

If everyone was like you the World would be a better place.