Quotes About Harmony

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will see peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, there will be peace.

In order to change the world, you have to get your head together first.

Peace, Love, and Happiness. --- Jimi Hendrix ---

When The Power Of Love Overcomes The Love Of Power,,World Will Know Peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then the world will know peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, they will ind peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, they will find peace.

When the power of love overpowers the love of power, the world will know peace.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power thw world will know peace

Well, I see black and white and red and yellow, even green—getting together. And their weapons are shining clean—but I'm not talking about swords, knives, and guns. I'm talking about the power of God and the new rising sun.

Not just the absence of sound, but positive, warm, burnished silence.

Quem muito se evita, se convive

Que isso foi o que sempre me invocou, o senhor sabe: eu careço de que o bom seja bom e o rúim ruím, que dum lado esteja o preto e do outro o branco, que o feio fique bem apartado do bonito e a alegria longe da tristeza! Quero os todos pastos demarcados... Como é que posso com este mundo?

I am easy here in a way that I am not easy in other places.

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full-blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild. But it's really God—playing music in his favorite cathedral in heaven—shattering stained glass—playing a gigantic organ—thundering on the keys—perfect harmony—perfect joy.

Nor does he understand that when we talk about sale-leasebacks and right-of-way condemnations we are talking in code about the things we like best, the yellow fields and the cottonwoods and the rivers rising and falling and the mountain roads closing when the heavy snow comes in. We miss each other's points, have another drink and regard the fire.

sometimes I get lonesome for a storm, a full blown storm where everything changes. the sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animal scatter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild. but it's really God- playing music in his favourite cathedral in heaven- shattering stained glass- playing a gigantic organ- thundering on the keys- perfect harmony- perfect joy .

But the fact of it was that I liked it out there, a ruin devoid of human vanities, clean of human illusions, an empty place reclaimed by the weather where a woman plays an organ to stop the wind's whining and an old man plays ball with a dog named Duke.

Garden work clears the mind.

Weeds and wheat cannot grow peacefully together. Any gardener could tell you the same thing.

Weed and wheat cannot grow together in peace.

I took out my last batch of chocolates; a handful of dark and light truffles rolled in spiced cocoa powder. There's cardamom, for comfort; vanilla seeds for sweetness; green tea, rose and tamarind for harmony and goodwill. Sprinkled with gold leaf, they look like tiny Christmas baubles; prettily scented; perfectly round- how could she resist these?