Quotes About Harmony

Hegelian synthesis. Dualism

I think we should make sure that we are singing from the same hymn sheet, as it were.

This was beauty too. Was there anything in nature that wasn't?

How useful Mr. Carver's Esperanto would be, she thought. (Only if everyone spoke it, of course.)

Alle Menschen werden Brüder.

a tangle of sea smell and of weeds and damp, new-plowed earth, mingled with the heavy perfumes of white blossoms somewhere near, but the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land. there was no weight of darkness, there were no shadows. the white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery and the softness of sleep.

If ever a fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely their union.

It is bizarre to treat all differences as oppositions

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?

The Ratignolles understood each other perfectly. If ever the fusion of two human beings into one has been accomplished on this sphere it was surely in their union.

Don't part from me in any ill humor. I never knew you to be out of patience with me before.

The Coven of Witches, however, believed only in the natural forces of the world. Everyone was free to seek their own path to wisdom and to worship in whatever way they pleased. If they prayed, it was to Eà, who encompassed both light and darkness, life and death, the creative and the destructive. Eà was neither good nor evil, male nor female. Eà was both and neither.

Music (is) woven into the fabric of the corporeal world.

It was Harif who'd taught him to see that Saracens, Jews and Christians were following but different paths to the one God.

All systems of divination, like music itself, work through patterns.

It was essential that someone, somewhere, even if it was only the fairy folk, should know that the human race had produced more than wars, catastrophes, and ultimately its own slow and painful self-destruction. It had produced things of exquisite and lasting beauty as well.

You can't change the music of your soul. —In Esquire, 1967

Peace is not won by those who fiercely guard their differences, but by those who with open minds and hearts seek out connections.

I just can't get the poetry of the trees, he said.

supposed to be OK again to like peace

I see a land bright and clear And the time's coming near When we'll live in this land You and me, hand in hand.

I was taught that I had to 'master' subjects. But who can 'master' beauty, or peace, or joy?

The ordinary activities I find most compatible with contemplation are walking, baking bread, and doing laundry.

The old station, the one that stood when I arrived in 1926, was a Beaux-Arts marvel of pink granite and glass and steel that evoked not just travel by rail, but also travel through time: the splendor of an ancient Roman past, plus the possibility of a future where beauty and civic function are not just valued but understood to be in harmony.