Quotes About Harmony

You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it—I breathed it into my ears. Little

It is all right to be simply the way you have to be, among contradictory ridges in some crescendo of knowing.

Wisdom is having things right in your life and knowing why.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

Life was...sad. And yet it was beautiful. The beauty was dimmed when the sadness welled up. And the beauty would be there again when the sadness went. So the beauty and the sadness belonged together somehow, though they were not the same at all.

In war, people yearn for relief from strife, leading to peace. In peace, people yearn to champion what they love, leading to war.

The legitimate object of war is a more perfect peace.

The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.

I am quite sure that the Communion is just the place where we need to be divided until our unity is real.

For every ounce of power you use, you need to add an ounce of conciliation. Let

the body will always be more sophisticated than the mind

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit growsLike harmony in music; there is a darkInscrutable workmanship that reconcilesDiscordant elements, makes them cling togetherIn one society.

While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things.

But hushed be every thought that springsFrom out the bitterness of things.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, Mount with a thoughtless impulse and wheel there One of a mighty multitude, whose way And motion is a harmony and dance Magnificent....

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

Sweet is the lore which nature brings; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things— We murder to dissect.

Therefore, let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty-mountain winds be free to blow against thee.

I heard a thousand blended notes While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created,comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memory Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain those busy cares that would allay my pain; Oh! Leave me to myself, nor let me feel The officious touch that makes me droop again.