Quotes About Harmony

Spirit and purpose in all things. For all creation, respect.

A wise man. He told me once every falling leaf comes to rest where it was always meant to.

What is a soul? I believe it is our connection with the Creator and our deep awareness of our connection with all things created by him.

They're birds whose songs never fade.

TRADITIONALLY THE ANISHINAABE were a quiet people. Before the whites came, they lived in the silence of great woods and more often than not, the voices they heard were not human. The wind spoke. The water sang. All sound had purpose. When an Anishinaabe approached the wigwam of another, he respectfully made noise to announce his coming. Thunder, therefore, was the respectful way of the storm in announcing its approach. Spirit and purpose in all things. For all creation, respect.

a loss of the connection with the Great Mystery, the spirit that ran through all creation and united all things. Those men, Stephen understood, were

God's right here. In the dirt, the rain, the sky, the trees, the apples, the stars in the cottonwoods.

One way to handle the discrepancy between our beliefs and our sinful inclinations is to repent, pray for grace and forgiveness, and struggle on in the belief that God will forge a greater harmony for us out of our battle with sin. That is the Christian approach. ~ p.75

We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand that the living world cannot be replicated.

but good friendships require complementary personalities, not identical ones.

good friendships require complementary personalities, not identical ones.

the sky, settling in

And what a tree took away a tree shall restore

Our country is the world—our countrymen are all mankind.

The bee is domesticated but not tamed.

How little we really know about the life all around us. Would we be so cavalier and ruthless with it if we understood it better?

I love classical music and often listen to symphonies or opera in the morning.

He tidies away abandoned things, like scraps of quarrel, or pieces of spite. He banishes small troubles, makes ghosts happy, soothes tired curtains, charms kettles into singing, and stops milk sulking.

Imagine this design assignment: Design something that makes oxygen, sequesters carbon, fixes nitrogen, distills water, makes complex sugars and foods, changes colors with the seasons, and self-replicates. and then why don't we knock that down and write on it?

Akitchen in the morning: it can be a garden of the senses.

Nothing is more beautiful than an organized width, and nothing is worse than an unorganized lapidary.

Almost simultaneously their eyes alighted on a small opening in the twisted branches of the trees, affording them a direct line of sight to the majestic Verrazzano Bridge. Together the women gazed at the slate-gray metal towers soaring skyward, the steel cables delicately draped from one tower to the other, ascending and descending, the small squares and larger rectangles moving back and forth over the curved roadway.

You better go to someone else for words. All I know is, there are some drums that sound good together and some that don't. I think we sound good together.

All effort to bring order into disorder is disorder.